The Woman Next Door

The Woman Next Door.

I watched the removal van arrive and start to unload its contents.

I’m Roger, Roger Osborn, married to Shelly for twenty two years and a few months, we have a boy and a girl who are twenty two and twenty respectively, Ryan, and Ruth.

It doesn’t take a mathematical genius to work out that Shelly wasn’t what her parents called ‘pure’ when she walked down the aisle, we’d been having sex from her eightieth birthday, she gave me ‘her’, as a surprise present that night, I’d given her a driving lesson, I like to think I had the better deal that night and most ever after.

I have to say she’s never said she was the loser either. We had planned to take another year before getting married, but as I say life got in the way.

We made the best of a bad start, with the help of both parents we made a go of it. I’m not going to tell you all the ups and downs that life threw at us, it doesn’t matter, we took hits and had highs, Ryan drew us closer and we both felt that Ruth’s arrival just made our family complete.

We’ve moved three times, as money and jobs have made it possible or necessary ending here in a detached four bedroom house, now the kids have moved out we have started to talk about downsizing, but I don’t think it’s going to be soon when we do.

The four men doing the moving worked in a steady methodical way, in, out, in, stay there while I was guessing they set something up and back out again for the next load.

Then as they were taking a break, drinking water from bottles in the cab a car arrived, this woman got out of the drivers door and smiled at the men, a man got out the passenger door and I heard him yell at them that he wasn’t paying them to sit around, get back to work.

I couldn’t believe him, what a jerk.

I was thinking this wasn’t going to be good, living next door to this pain in the butt, but I did see the woman’s reaction that at least looked as if she was more human, she said something to the men and followed the man into the house.

Blow him I thought, I went and made the men a large pot of tea, put it on a try with a plate of biscuits, mugs, a jug of milk and some sugar.

I did put six mugs on the tray, my way of introducing myself to my new neighbours.

I took it over to the removal van, the men’s faces lit up as they saw what I had brought. I left them serving themselves and went to knock on the door, which was open to let the men walk in and out.

She appeared, she smiled as I introduced myself as her next door neighbour and said there was a mug of tea outside if she needed a drink, I told her that the men deserved a break as they had been working so hard, they had only just stopped when she had pulled up. He came out to see who she was talking to, when he saw me his face smiled, his eyes didn’t.

She said that she was called Lucy, he was Adam. When I said my wife’s name was Shelly, and mine was Roger, she laughed and looked at Adam.

“That’s an odd occurrence, my daddy and mother are named that as well, what a coincidence,”

Adam didn’t say anything. I was thinking this was a strange couple to be married, the difference between them looked to be vast.

I left them saying I was home if they needed anything, pop over if they thought I could help.

An hour later the van left, not long after a sad looking Luck came over and asked if there was a problem with the power, nothing would work.

I went over to have a look, Adam was sat in a chair looking at his phone.

The first thing I went to check was the main breaker board, it was switched off, I know it had been a month ago when Jack moved out. I went to check the gas, it was also turned off and showed Luck where the tap was if they had any gas appliances.

Very sheepishly Lucy asked if I knew where the water was cut off, she was embarrassed to say that they knew nothing about a house, this was her first attempt at not living at home.

Thinking that this house cost a fortune and it was their first, they must have great jobs at such a young age. She looked to be around Ryan’s age, but what would I know about it.

Adam hadn’t said a word or moved as we went around turning the things on, or as we went outside to do the water.

I felt that they were going to be in trouble and offered them to come for dinner that evening if they hadn’t planned on anything else.

Being the good neighbour, I wasn’t sure what Shelly was going to say.

“Adam has to be somewhere else, he’s already left. But I’d love to come if it’s not too much, thank you. You don’t happen to know someone who can do some odd jobs do you?”

I asked what sort of jobs, she blushed and said putting her bed together, building some furniture that had been dismantled but as Adam had upset the movers they wouldn’t stop and rebuild it all.

She then laughed telling me that she had carefully made a note of what was in each box as she packed it. Adam had the simple job of sticking it to each box as he sealed it. He had the bright idea of putting it inside the box before sealing it, it saved him doing that simple task, but now she had no clue what was in any box until she opened each one.

That was when I saw she was close to tears. I told her when Shelly got home the three of us would give it a look over and see what we could do, if it was nothing, she would just have to stay in our spare bedroom for the night.

Shelly bless her took my side of it and when the three of us went and looked at it carefully, it wasn’t that big a problem, an hour or two would see the beds built, Shelly helped Lucy open and move boxes to the right room, that made it simpler to get each room set up later.

But we had something to eat first.

By ten that night I had both big beds built up and in place, the other beds would have to wait until tomorrow. Shelly and Lucy had, with my help with several heavy boxes put them all in the right rooms, but it was late and I for one was feeling tired.

Lucy did take us up on staying with us, just for this night she said and I believed her.

After breakfast the next morning I went and sorted out whatever we had left yesterday, and helped unpack some new furniture that was delivered during the day.

So that was how our Saturday went, Sunday Shelly and I were on our own, I got a bit of loving from her, she said I was a good friend and husband she added as an afterthought.

We didn’t see Lucy all Sunday and not Monday until after Shelly got home, Lucy brought a large bunch of flowers for Shelly and a very pricey bottle of Scotch for me as a thank you.

Shelly had gone to work and I was again back at my keyboard when I saw this big car slowly drive down the road and pull up outside my house, a man had the rear door opened for him by the driver, he looked at Lucy’s house and then walked to my front door and rung the bell.

“Good morning Mister Osborn, I know you don’t know me but would you do me the pleasure of inviting me in so we can talk,” He said.

I thought this was interesting and let him in, someone in a car like that was intriguing in my life.

“I’ll get to the point, I’m going to call you Roger, you can call me that as well, funny how we both have the same name and our wives are called Shelly as well, but that’s by the way. Look I want to thank you for looking after Lucy, my daughter if you haven’t guessed. I feel that I chose correctly in buying her the house, you checked out and my people are seldom wrong, they tell me you’re a good man Roger, a good man,” He hadn’t sat down before saying that while looking around and then sitting in a chair.

“Look, I want you to keep a lookout for her, she’s no idea about the real world, she’ll need a lot of help so I’m going to make you an offer to make you see your way to doing that, going maybe that little further than you might have otherwise,” He took a breath and looked at me in the eyes.” I prepose to pay you for your time, all you have to do is phone this number if you can’t do it yourself, and tell Sandy what is needed, it’ll happen as soon as she can do it, oh, that’s the same for you, anything you want doing, new windows, garden redone, car, whatever you need, I’ll pay for it, and as a show of good faith I will deposit,” He looked at his phone. “It’s already in your account, a thousand a month, that do you say?” He was still looking me in the eyes.

I didn’t know what to say or do.

“Oh, Lucy must never find out that I’m paying any of this you understand, any questions?”

I blinked and sat with a thud on a chair, my brain clicked in.

“Are, are you for real, you want to pay me to… what spy on your daughter? Do any odd jobs and arrange any work that she wants doing,… and pay me a thousand a month?”

He sat there looking at me nodding. “Yes, anything else bothering you?”

I had to think about this, I got up and without asking I made two coffees all the while thinking.

“Yes, what about her husband Adam, what’s he going to say?”

Roger laughed, hard. “Oh that’s a good one, her husband, Adam, you have that wrong, he’s her brother, complete waste of space, complete waste of space, but do warn your wife, he can and does talk the panties off any and every woman he takes a fancy to, and lots he just wants to… you know.

He had the cheek to bed my wife, no, not his mother, but my third wife, the second slapped his face,” He laughed this dark dry laugh… “My fucking wife, in my fucking bed. Don’t worry about seeing much of him, but he will be around at times.

So have we a deal?”

We had a deal.

A very good looking woman came the next morning in this flash sports car.

“Hi, I’m Sandy, Roger sent me, I don’t suppose he said I was coming did he, that’s him all over, never mind.

Here’s a card to put anything you need on, save you spending any of your money, just sign it on the back.

Look anything you need, give me a call, here’s my card, anytime, any day. Is there anything you want to ask me before I go?”

I had a think and asked about Adam.

“Oh Adam, the lose cannon in the family, he’s just never grown up, thinks with his penis, not his head,” she laughed. “And no, he’s never got to me before you ask, but I’ve a lot of people that I have had to sort out after he’s been there,”

With that she went back to her car and drove away with a big wave.

After that day we would see Lucy as she came and went from home, I think she went to the gym a lot, it doesn’t take a brain box to work that out, seeing her in her gym gear as she came and went made that clear without her telling us when she came for coffee one morning.

The other thing was her body, ‘fit as a butcher’s dog,’ as the old saying goes. I tried not to ogle at her when she would walk around the garden on warm days after getting back from her workout, it sounds like I’m a dirty old man, me looking at her like this, but I work from home and my office window faces her garden, she sometimes does stretches, do they call it cooling down or something? Whatever it is she makes a show of doing it and I have the suspicion that she’s teasing me, that she’s aware of me able to see her.

Some of that gym gear looks like it’s been sprayed on her, it’s how I know she’s got this super fit body.

It might have been a month before she wanted some help, her coming over one evening saying that her lights had all gone off and did I know anything about or anybody who could have a look made me smile.

I’m no electrician, but all the lights going off in her house didn’t sound right, I went over to see what I could find. I let myself in and made my way to where the fuse board was, as I had guessed a circuit had tripped, I flipped it back on and the lights lit the house again, I walked around and looking and checking every light in the house, one in the master bathroom had blown. Nothing I could do then as I was sure I didn’t have a replacement at home, I turned off a lot of lights on my way out and back to my house.

Lucy was all thank you, thank you to me, as if I had done something complicated, I explained what I had done and said I’d get a replacement lamp next day, her shocked response of ‘can you,’ the you being emphasised, ‘fix it then”.

Even Shelly laughed at that. “Oh yes he can, he can fix a lot of things,” Which made me smile and Lucy look at me as if I was some kind of superman.

When I’d got back from looking at the lights I’d found the pair of them sat side by side looking at Lucy’s phone.

Lucy went home after having coffee with us it was now getting towards bedtime anyway. Shelly was in an amorous mood and we had sex, not uncommon but I know I was thinking about Lucy’s body after Shelly asked me as I was stroking into her hot little pocket.

“Have you seen Lucy’s body, she showed me some of her in a swimsuit, I’d never have the confidence to have put it on in front of you, let alone on a beach. My speed increased and it wasn’t long before I filled that hot pocket up as she came with me. I didn’t say it but wasn’t sure she should have mentioned Lucy as we were joined in sex.

After that night we saw more of Lucy, not flesh, but she would come over more, invite us to hers, that sort of thing.

I did more odd jobs, mowed the lawn for her, Shelly instigated that one Saturday as I was doing mine and Lucy was having coffee with Shelly.

“Just do Lucy’s for her love, it’ll look so much better,” She was right it would, but it cost me another three quarters of an hour’s work.

They, Shelly and Lucy became much closer after that, all of a sudden Shelly was going to the gym with Lucy of an evening and at weekends. They started to go shopping, mainly for Lucy, but Shelly would come home with something at times, I guessed that Lucy brought whatever it was for her, I never saw a receipt for it and by the look of the items Shelly wouldn’t have looked at it as it all was of the thinner, lacy, sexy type of thing, I won’t deny that they looked great on her, not that it usually stayed on that long after taking her dress off to show me what it was this time, I wasn’t going to complain, my sex life had gone up a notch or two.

Sandy would pop in and check that everything was alright, she stopped and had a coffee with me, she was also a bit of a tease.

Sandy would sit in such away that I could see her legs, always but always in a short skirts or dresses, and she would cross and recross her feet, hang a shoe off of a foot and bounce it around making it both uncomfortable and hard to stop from looking at what she was doing.

We both knew what she was doing, teasing me. I never did anything, but I would smile at her now and again in recognition of her tease.

She had started to come every six weeks but after the forth visit it became every fortnight, she brought cakes, always something fancy, never just something out of a supermarket.

He told Shelly about these visits as there wasn’t anything to hide was there. I’d started to look forward to each visit, Sandy was a bright woman, could and did talk about anything with authority, nothing unbecoming mind you.

Some time as summer approached Lucy put an idea out to Shelly on one of their shopping trips.

“How about we go on holiday together, we can have some fun while we get a suntan, and it will be another excuse to buy some summer clothes, swimsuits,”

Shelly told me that night in bed, she’d made sure that I was fully relaxed after some great sex, not that the sex between us was anything other than good we both would have added.

“Let the planning begin,” Lucy said when Shelly told her the next evening at the gym that we were up for it. Little did either of us know what we were in for.

We were aware that Lucy came from money, but not how much that might be, not by a long shot.

All Lucy would say was that it was all arranged, travel and where they were going to stay, Shelly kept trying to make Lucy tell her how much her and my share was going to cost us, but Lucy said it was fine, it was all paid for and they could sort out when we got back.

Passports were checked cases loaded, double checked.

The day arrived and a car picked them up, a taxi Shelly thought, but not like any taxi she had been in before, it was a limo, uniformed driver with hat, or cap.

He did all the case moving and opened and shut the doors, no directions were given or needed it seemed. We both had one of the big airports in mind as we set off, but we drove to a local airport, a private jet and high value goods one, as we drove up to the gate it opened without stopping, we were driven to a doorway where the doors of the car were opened and a woman asked for our passports, we heard rather than saw the cases being taken from the boot, we were helped out and led to a lounge area.

“The jet will be ready in a quarter of an hour, please make yourselves at home, drinks and food are available over there,”

Lucy was taking this all in her stride, she had obviously done this before.

“Oh look, there’s Mark, I must just pop over and say hello,”

Lucy walked off to,… I had to do a double take, it was Mark, the racing driver and Lucy and him were kissing cheeks, she spent two minutes with him and came back.

We were led out to a small private jet, within minutes we were airborne.

“Lucy, we can’t afford this, can you get them to take us back,” Shelly

said.

“Oh don’t be silly, it’s all paid for, it won’t cost you a thing, wait until you see where we’re staying,” Neither of us liked the sound of that and looked at each other questioning the wisdom of saying we would go on this trip, but unable to voice it.

There was a woman who offered drinks and snacks, not like you get on a commercial airplane, but like a hotel would make for you.

We had been flying for an hour when Lucy had this mischievous look on her face.

“Do you two want to join the mile height club? You can go back there and use the bed that’s there if you do,” I looked at Shelly who like me couldn’t think about that, it was such a small plane that everyone onboard would know what we were doing, not that the offer of joining the mile high club hadn’t crossed our minds on trips before.

“Oh don’t worry about anyone else, everyone’s done it at one time or another, it’s just sex,” Lucy had seen our doubts.

We still didn’t.

We landed and it was a reverse of getting on, a limo picked us up, our passports were handed back to us and we were on our way, to wherever Lucy had arranged.

“We would have used the helicopter, but they don’t like it in port, it blows all the small craft around,” Lucy nonchalantly said after we had started.

We drove to somewhere that was familiar, but I couldn’t place it, it was only after we had left the car that it came to me, Monaco, home of the F1race around the streets, home of the rich and famous, or should that read home of the fabulously rich and unknown?

I was relieved when we went down a gangway leading to some yachts, nothing outlandish.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around, I still wasn’t sure about this, I was starting to see how much these small boats must have cost. We boarded a very nice speed boat, there was just the three of us and two men, our cases were nowhere in sight, I was getting worried again.

“The cases will be in your quarters in a short while,” one of the men told us. This speed boat sat up out of the water when we had passed out of the marina and the driver gave it it’s head.

Within what seemed like a minute we were docking with this… this thing, it wasn’t as large as a cruise ship, but it was huge, huge.

“We have it as long as we want, we can cruise around and see the sights from the water, come on let’s get settled,” Lucy was at home here.

We were introduced to a lot of what I will call the crew, but some did the boat things, engine etc and others the looking after our needs it seemed, it was mainly young females doing the looking after us and men looking after the boat, but not completely.

It had never crossed my mind when viewing events on the TV or in films, but you never see unattractive people around the rich do you, I suppose they have the money and power to hire just the pretty ones.

This boat, it’s probably the wrong term to use, but I’m not a sailor, this boat was huge, I think I said that, it had a heliport, and a helicopter, I was told it had a submarine, but I didn’t go looking for it, the interior was like a twelve star hotel, the staff the same, as I said young and pretty, they had learned that there wasn’t a word that is spelled NO, if you asked for something it was never we didn’t have it, or no we can’t get that, it was it will be here shortly.

“We will go ashore for dinner tonight,” Lucy announced. “Casual dress, I know a lovely restaurant that you just had to see.

It was late afternoon when she said that, we had been shown around the boat, but I was still lost, Shelly and I went to our cabin, it was seven star hotel quality, larger than our upstairs at home.

We laughed when we were eventually on our own, we talked about how we just couldn’t afford this, we could never afford this if we both worked until we died.

We had to didn’t we, have sex in the shower, like the rest of the place the cubicle it was huge, and it even had a bench that Shelly leaned over and supported herself on as I took her from behind.

Getting dressed for dinner was another shock for me, none of the clothes in our cases were what I put in or saw Shelly putting in at home.

Shelly’s. “I knew we couldn’t come with Lucy with our old things, and she picked out a lot of it for you, so just say thank you to her, do it for me,”

Everything was new, labels removed, it had been washed and ironed, and now the staff had even hung most of it up for us.

We went ashore on the speed boat, slowly this time, walked to this restaurant where we were treated as royalty on our arrival.

I saw some of the costs of the meals, I didn’t want to order a dink let alone a bottle of wine, this was just so surreal.

I was trying to think if I had enough on my cards to pay for this, it was only the three of us but I was sure it was the most I would ever pay for a meal in my life. But there was no bill when we got up to go back to the boat, nobody looking at us as if we were running away without paying. Lucy must have seen my expression.

“Don’t think about it, Daddy has an account, he will settle up,”

On the way back to the marina Shelly and Lucy were arm in arm laughing and joking, I followed behind, I can’t lie I was watching the behinds of them as they walked and skipped, I was thinking I would be getting some of that soon, Shelly looked to be in the mood.

But it wasn’t to be. As we walked down this walkway to the speed boat I was hit on the head by a boom, something to do with a sail, it knocked me off my feet and I might have been unconscious at some point, but I didn’t remember any of it.

I woke in a subdued lighted state room, mine and Shelly’s.

But a strange voice asked if I was okay when I moved.

I looked around as a woman came into view, one of the staff I assumed.

“Take it easy, you had a nasty knock on the head, let me help you sit up,” She help me but at one point she had nearly stuck one breast in my mouth in her haste, my head hurt, but there wasn’t anything wrong with my equipment, and my sense of feeling was all there.

She paid no attention to the mishap so I did the same.

“Can I help you to the bathroom?” I declined her generous offer, she would have been a hindrance, not a help, as I was about to get out of the bed I realised I was naked so had to ask her to pass me something, she passed me a robe, short and light but it did the job, just.

When I came out after taking a shower she was still there, she had put out some shorts and a top, for me.

“You need to sit down and let me have a look at your head, it’s alright, I’m a paramedic, she moved my head around and stood in front of me and did the same again. “Okay, you’re going to have a bump, but it didn’t break the skin, you’ll be sore for a day or so, keep a hat on when you’re in the sun and don’t drink alcohol today if I was you, call me if you have any problems, you’re wife and Miss Lucy are up on deck with Mister Adam,

Her voice had taken on a sour note when talking about Mister Adam, it didn’t surprise me.

“He’s a bit of a dick isn’t he,” I’d said before thinking.

She looked at me with a smirk. “I couldn’t possibly say sir,”

But the smile had increased.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m Roger, what can I call you?” There’s no excuse not to be polite to anyone in my opinion, not unless they are a dick and mistreat anyone else.

She stuttered. “I’m Alice, but you only have to ask for the nurse,”

I went up to where Alice had told me Shelly was, I could hear them laughing as I got near.

“Don’t do that, I told you earlier, do not touch me, please don’t,” I heard Shelly say, I walked out of the stairwell to see Adam trying to grope

Shelly’s boobs.

“Stop it, please stop it,” she said as she moved away out of his reach.

I didn’t think about it, I walked up to Adam who had his back to me, pinched his ear and frog walked him to the side of the deck we were on. He had no choice but to go where I steered him, over the side and he dropped about three floors into the water, screamed all the way.

Shelly and Lucy were open mouthed just standing there, four boobs staring at me, and very nice boobs they were, two I was very aquatinted with, two I’d only seen covered.

“What have you done?” Shelly said going to look over the side where Adam had last been seen.

“I did what any man should do, looked after his wife, I heard you asking him to stop, I made him stop, if you had a top on it would have been less tempting to him, where is it?” We looked at each other.

“It,… it doesn’t have one, it’s so I can get a tan on my boobs,”

I looked at her. “Well I’d prefer if you found one when he’s around,”

At that point a very wet Adam appeared.

“What did you do that for, it was just a bit of fun, she liked it,” I looked at him, in the eye so he wasn’t underestimating me.

“If you touch Shelly again, or any other female that doesn’t want you’re attention I will break all your fingers, do you understand?”

He looked at me as if I was mad. He wasn’t far off, I was mad at him and at Shelly.

“Do. You. Understand?” I spat at him. He slunk away from me nodding.

“You don’t have to be like that,” Adam said.

“I wouldn’t be if you kept your hands to yourself would I,” He had nothing to say about that, he went off below deck to get changed.

Shelly looked at me again. “Really Roger, we are guests on here, you can’t go around talking like that,” I was shocked that she had taken his side, but she was still topless, had made no effort to cover up.

“What do you say Lucy? Did I do wrong?” She looked at me and laughed.

“Oh no, he’s been going over the top for a long while, but nobody wanted to call him on his attitude, especially to women. No, you did right. Come oh Shelly let’s get some sun on our backs,”

Lucy pulled Shelly away to lay in the sun.

My head hurt and I needed to get out of the sun and have a drink and see if I could get some pain killers for my head. I’d lost a night it seemed.

Alice was at the bottom of the stairwell, pills and a glass of water in her hands and a big smile on her face.

“Thank you,” She whispered to me before walking away.

I went and found a comfortable chair in the shade, lunch brought Shelly, Lucy and just myself at the table, Adam had gone ashore we were told.

Both woman had showered and put wraps on to eat, the conversation went better than I thought it would, all the waiting staff looked at me with a smile as they served us. When we had finished Shelly took my hand and took me back to our room, where she apologised for what she said was just a bit of fun. It wasn’t just fun to me, but what she did with me that afternoon was a lot of fun.

What do they say, make up sex is the best? It might not have been the best, but it was a lot of fun for both of us. It certainly tired me out.

That night we ate onboard, Adam was noticed by his absence.

When I mentioned that he wasn’t here one of the staff said that he had gone to meet some of his friends and wouldn’t be back tonight.

I was so glad about that, I didn’t know how long I could put on the hard man act, getting him over the side had been a fluke.

The woman had dressed up more tonight, we were dining out in the open, others could see us.

Shelly had this blue dress on, it was daring for her, lots of boob on show, slit up the side and leg on show as she walked and probably when she was sat down. Lucy had a red dress on, I know it’s all about the underwear and how it fits and made, but to look at her you would have to say she had boobs that were half football’s, I knew they weren’t that big, I’d seen them earlier, out in the fresh air, but this dress had a hole in the front, her boobs were showed off as two great big balls of flesh looking for all the world they were trying to escape, again with a slit in the side and I definitely saw her legs as she sat, a long way up.

Dinner was five star, at least, but how would I know. The waitress’s were perfect, there when you wanted them and not when you didn’t.

Lucy commented that they all look a lot happier than they had, I think it was only then she realised how Adam’s presence affected them, I wondered if she might say something.

Shelly and I went and looked at the stars at the rail, she said sorry for the hundredth time. Lucy joined us and someone followed her with a tray of Brandy’s.

“Here’s to a great holiday,” We toasted to each other, and Lucy kissed Shelly’s cheek and my lips, just a quick kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.

I think I blushed, but it was too dark to see, I hoped.

I don’t know how it happened but Lucy ended up between Shelly and me, she had an arm around each of us and kept giggling, ‘ this is fun isn’t it’, she would say and kiss us on the cheek, and I felt her hand slide to my butt cheek and squeeze. I moved away under the pretext of needing to use the restroom, when I looked back at them as I walked off she was doing the same thing to Shelly, who wasn’t stopping her.

When I came back up they were face to face talking very low, they both had a hand on the others behind, and were stroking forearms, as I went nearer they opened to face me still with a hand on the others bottom. Shelly drew me in for a kiss and I let her, Lucy’s hand had found my bottom again and she kissed my cheek, even though Shelly had my tongue in her mouth.

I was getting hot and bothered, I loved Shelly and here I was letting Lucy touch me, kiss me even.

“If you’ll excuse us Lucy, I think I have something to take care of, Shelly has been asking me to file my nails, or it was something about being nailed,” I more or less dragged Shelly to our room to giggling from the pair of them

I didn’t file nails, but I certainly drove some in that night.

The next day I went jet skiing, there were four two man units on board, I watched as the crew got them ready for me, one of the crew, a woman, insisted I went on the back of her ski before going solo, I knew it was a hoax as soon as we took off, she made the ski jump and stop forcing my body into the back of hers to stay on, she leaned back and shouted at me above the noise.

“Hold on tight, there’s two very handy things to hold on my front,”

I’d noticed, as men do, that she was big breasted and braless when she was making sure my life jacket fitted me, you couldn’t not see how big her hand holds were, not when you were six inches from them, and not when you were twenty feet from her.

I’m Mandy, she said as we went through how to ride one, I was thinking that she must be called Randy Mandy with her body. Typical thing a man thinks.

She was a skilful rider, the ski did whatever she wanted it to and the pillion passenger, me, had no option but to hold on tight.

After that lesson I was let lose on my own, but with her following at a distance, I fell off several times, but managed to get back on on my own, I think to her disappointment. I spent an hour zipping about and learning how it handled.

When we returned I helped to get it back onboard and stowed away safely, much to the crews surprise, I don’t think any guest had ever stayed and watched, I’m sure none had helped.

I’d got back in time for lunch, showered and dry clothing felt good after that hall wetsuit.

Shelly had her wrap on as did Lucy while we ate, after that it was back to the Sun deck I was told.

Again I was annoyed that Shelly was topless and Lucy was applying cream to her boobs, there was little attempt to hide the fact that it was more feeling Shelly up than putting cream on, Lucy looked at me as she twisted a nipple.

“Don’t be mad, it’s not Adam, or a man, it’s just a bit of fun playing around in the sun for us,”

Shelly’s face told me not to say anything, so I bit my tongue. I lay on my front and looked the other way, I must have fallen asleep as I woke up to four hands massaging my back with cream.

“We don’t want you to burn for Shelly’s fun do we, they laughed and both, not just Shelly but both of them slapped my behind, with force I might add, Shelly would be screaming at me if I smacked her that hard.

Luckily the smacks had deflated what was becoming my hardness. I could walk away and get a drink of juice without feeling embarrassed.

Shelly knew I was mad when she came back to get ready for dinner, she had made sure that there was enough time to pacify me, do you need three guesses?

She blew me then rode me to completion, her constantly saying how sorry she was didn’t alter the fact that I was mad, and she knew it.

Her next statement when we were just going out of the room all dressed up for dinner didn’t go down well with me.

“Look, Lucy has made it clear that we can have whatever we want on this holiday, all she asks in return is some fun,… and some of that will be with you and me, whatever we are comfortable with she says, I think we owe her at least that, look what she’s given us, all these new clothes, flying private, look at this boat, you had more fun this morning than you have in years, and it’s all just toys to her, let her play and we can go back to our old boring life at the end of this once in a lifetime event, please,”

Shelly had shocked me, was she asking or telling me that Lucy was going to… have sex with us, play with us? The second question was if that was on our own or with all three of us at the same time.

I followed along behind them again as we walked from the dock where the speed boat had dropped us. They were arm in arm or holding each other in some way. The show they put on might have been all for my benefit, but plenty of others were much more amused at it than I was.

The meal was good, I’d have, for once in my life, made a fuss if it hadn’t been, we left without paying again, which I was having real trouble getting my head around.

We walked around the town, lots of shops open for the holidaymakers, Lucy brought some more wraps for them, new bikini bottoms, but there was more material in a dolls dress than was in any of these costumes, there was the problem of the imagination running amok with pictures of both of them actually wearing them, I was rock hard ready to mount Shelly as soon as we got in the room.

And then Lucy spoiled it, it was all laughs and jokes, but when she picked up a plastic dildo, but probably twice the size of any man alive, waved Shelly over and they studied it making rude comments to each other about how good that must feel buried inside their, and I heard Shelly say the word for the first time, ‘buried in our cunts’.

I had never liked the word, yes I’ve used it at times, but never ever in the hearing of a female, and only when I am mad as a hatter about something.

But to hear my Shelly talking about her cunt killed it for me, and they were only joking, in a shop full of other people.

It was Lucy who saw that they had crossed a line for me, she came over and hugged me trying to kiss my cheek.

“What’s up Roger, is that bang on the head giving you trouble, do we need to get you back to the yacht?” Shelly had come over, plastic cock still in her hand.

“Is everything alright love? Lucy?”

Lucy looked at the plastic cock and nodded towards it.

“I think we went too far, let’s get home and see if we can make it better for him,”

They were talking as if I wasn’t there, I wasn’t sure what they could do to make it any better for me, it had become obvious that the Shelly I had married and knew wasn’t the woman with me on this supposed holiday, it was turning out to be a nightmare for me.

Here we were stood in a shop and my wife was talking about how good that piece of plastic would feel in her cunt, with what I had now came to think of as as big a predator as her brother, and they were both after the same thing, my wife’s cunt, I use her word not mine.

Lucy was right, I did feel sick, and I did need to get back to the yacht, but only so I could pack and get the hell out of there.

We walked back to the tender, slowly as they thought I was ill. I was in the middle and each had a hand in my back short’s pocket, Shelly cradling my head on her chest, Lucy stroking my arm.

When we got back on the yacht I wanted to go straight to the bedroom, but Shelly had other ideas, I should sit with them for a while, to see if my head settled down, she still hadn’t understood what had upset me, but I think Lucy had.

I insisted that Shelly and I went to our room, I think I saw regret on Lucy’s face, but was it that I’d spoiled her plans for the evening? I didn’t know.

Shelly used the bathroom after I had, she came out wearing some sort of lace nightgown, it was shear, see through and had the thinnest straps holding it up I’d ever seen, she smelled nice, a new scent and one I hoped she had a big bottle of.

“Do you think that I might make you feel better if I let you ravish me?”

Shelly’s smile said it all.

We had sex, she, for once took her time playing and sucking on me while I ravished her nipples and boobs. It was all about me, she didn’t want me to lavish my attention on her, she turned and twisted so I couldn’t get to her pussy. Not until she wanted me to mount her doggie style, which I did willingly.

I took her offered body hard and fast, reaching and pulling on her boobs, we both knew that that was what I would do. Sometimes she doesn’t like me to be rough with her like that, but tonight she was as into my roughness as I was.

We lay side by side in the afterglow of good sex, I was still toying with a nipple and Shelly was holding and playing with my now drained tackle.

“I think that’s cheered you up, feeling better now?” She kissed me after saying that.

“You know some of you always cheers me up, but I’m not happy about how you’re acting with Lucy,” I felt her hand tighten on my nuts, I felt the first stirring of me reacting to her stimulation.

“It’s only some fun, nothings going on,” She was now trying to get me back to hardness.

“But it’s not, Lucy wants to get to your pussy, wants you to get to hers and you know it,” I was starting to get aggressive with her nipple, hard from her playing around with me.

“Don’t be silly,” I don’t think she was talking about me throwing a leg over her and her lining me up.

“Oh that feels so good,” Shelly said as she bucked up to me.

“So your not thinking about, even just a little bit, about Lucy playing with you,” I think I just hit the nail on the head as she came, came hard by the way she was grip me inside her, by the way her hips were up in the air as I tried to force her back onto the mattress.

She had her legs holding mine stopping me withdrawing from her, her arms were wrapped around me and her head was buried in my shoulder biting my neck.

That hadn’t happened in a long while. I don’t think it was me doing anything special with her, it was what she was thinking.

I went out on a jet ski the next morning, Mandy watched me get it ready.

“You paid attention to what I told you then,” She laughed and her tits bounced. “Do you want to ride pillion, get the feel of it again?” Her look was mischievous.

“Much as I’d like to get a grip again I don’t want to get you into any trouble,” I nodded over at several men, ship’s officers I think, looking our way.

“Yes you’re probably right,” she said that quietly. “Shall I get you a life vest sir,” this was said so they could hear it.

Thirty seconds after starting off I heard another ski come out onto the water, I looked and saw it was Mandy, I let her catch up with me and asked what she was doing.

“I have to make sure that the guests are safe, I thought you might like a bit of company, I’ll back away if you’d sooner be on your own, but I won’t be far away,”

I zipped off laughing at her. I’m glad she had come along, we bussed each other, played about trying to soak the other and the time just seemed to slip away. I fell off a few times, which always made her laugh, but she always helped me back on. We sat looking at the shoreline and I asked her where we were, she pointed out several places in the distance. We sat with the skis side by side as she talked, about her job, how she got on, and didn’t, with people onboard.

“You aren’t anything like our usual guests, you’re human, all the normal ones are selfish pigs, treat us like… nothing, but you doing what you did to Mister bloody Adam, everyone onboard likes you for it, whatever you want, you only have to ask,”

She shook her bountiful breasts at me and gave me a knowing look. “We better be getting back, we are running low on fuel,” With that she shot off back to the boat, yacht whatever it was called. I followed a bit slower thinking.

Back onboard Shelly and Lucy were sunning themselves again, I had no problem with that, it’s why people go on holiday to hot places isn’t it.

What did give me a problem was that they had been drinking, so early in the day.

As I climbed onto the sun deck Lucy was, for my benefit? She was applying cream to Shelly. Shelly was on her back and Lucy was making a show of rubbing and stretching Shelly’s boobs.

“Mustn’t miss anywhere, we don’t want Shelly to be burnt do we?” She was looking me in the eye. It was clear to me that they had been talking, Shelly telling her what I said last night.

“Lift up a bit pet, I don’t want to get this ruined,” Lucy was dribbling sun cream at the junction where Shelly’s bikini bottom touched her lower stomach, where her hair would have been if she hadn’t waxed it away. Shelly lifted her hips and Lucy pulled the bikini bottom down to her knees.

“Opps, but it doesn’t matter does it, we’re all friends here aren’t we, might as well get rid of them,” She pulled them completely off of Shelly and took her own off as well.

“I better put a lot on as it’s never seen the light of day like this has it? When I’ve finished with you either you or Roger can do me,”

I then realised that Shelly wasn’t aware of me being there.

“Oh I don’t think that’s going to happen, I’m not sure I’d be happy with him doing what you’re doing to me,”

I walked off in disgust.

“You’re right about that,” I called out as I walked. I heard a little scream, Shelly I assumed.

It wasn’t long before Shelly, still naked and covered in creamy oily substances was in our room telling me it wasn’t what I thought it was, things had just got carried away, Lucy didn’t mean anything by doing what she did.

I let her carry on with her excuses, and I didn’t stop her when she slid, (oily remember), down my body, pulled my shorts down as she went and engulfed me into her hot wet mouth.

There’s not many men would stop his wife from doing that, I bet there’s a lot of men who’s wife hasn’t given him a fantastic blowjob a month after the honeymoon was over.

We talked, she promised all sorts of things that afternoon. That evening we went out for dinner again, somewhere new to Shelly and me, but not to Lucy.

“Welcome Lady Lucinda,” Said a man in a dinner jacket and asked if it was for just the three of us tonight.

Shelly and I were looking at each other, Lady, Lady? I could get the Lucy from Lucinda, but the Lady title was a surprise, shock.

We were served like king and Queens, seven course and coffee and Brandy after all that, if I had to pay this bill it would be with the card Roger had given me. That set my thoughts off, if she was Lady… what was Roger? I’m not up with these title’s and who got what, maybe I’ll have to look it up, because Lucy wouldn’t talk about it, we tried.

We went home, to the yacht that is, Shelly had had more to drink than I had expected her to have on a night out, but then again Lucy and I probably had as well.

We were not drunk, merry by all means, happy and having fun, which continued on board, I’d had enough for the night and wanted my bed so made a point of telling Shelly that she shouldn’t leave it long before coming to OUR cabin, I made the point about our cabin and not being long on coming to join me.

I did the bathroom things and got in bed and must have been more tired than I thought as I woke up with a jolt. I looked at the clock, I knew we had boarded at midnight, we had made the comment about it.

It was now one thirty and I was on my own, Shelly hadn’t been in bed, her pillows were still in place and undisturbed.

That didn’t put me in a good mood, after our little talk I had hoped that she would have been more concerned with how we were getting on than being friends with Lucy, maybe they were too engrossed in talking or looking at something.

I gave her the benefit of doubt, but went to bring Shelly back to bed, our talk could wait till morning, but it was going to come.

I put shorts and a robe on and went looking for them, I was sure that if I found one then the other would be there as well.

I’m sure that was the case, but I couldn’t find either of them, I walked the boat end to end, top to bottom, no sign of them.

I looked in every room, not the staff ones, they had the bottom floor I had been told and didn’t feel the need to investigate, they wouldn’t want to get involved with guests, not in taking a woman to their bedroom.

The only room I didn’t go in was the one that Lucy had, I had no need, or want to. To see them together, whatever they were doing right now would only hurt me more, my imagination was quite capable of torturing me thank you, to actually see them doing anything might lead me to being in prison, so I left that one out.

I went back to our, my room and looked around, what did I need to take with me? Everything was new and wasn’t really mine, I’d not brought any of it.

I packed the little I felt I might have the need for, passport, money, cards, phone, three changes of clothing, toothbrush and paste, it all went in the travel backpack I had brought in town as a present for a friend, he’d never know he missed out.

I made my way to where the jet skis were. I’d watched how it worked, how to get one in the water, I could do it.

“I think you need to rethink this through,” said a voice out of the dark.

“Mandy, you trying to give me a heart attack, what are you doing here at this time of the morning?” I asked to her laughing.

“I can’t let you do this, not like you are at the moment, before you say anything think about it, how wet do you think you’re going to be when, if you get ashore, I can help you, but you have to take my advice,”

We talked, Mandy had me put the backpack on my front, helped me pull on an extra large wetsuit, they had all sorts of guests, some were scuba divers, my shoes went inside the suit as well, her last bit of advice was to only drive it half to three quarters speed, it would give me time to swerve around anything in the water, trees etc.

She wished me luck, said she would have to give chase but she was sure she’d not be able to catch me, kissed me on my cheek.

“How did know I’d be here,” I suddenly asked.

“Oh we have been watching you on the cctv, we couldn’t let you harm anyone, but I saw what you were doing and thought you might need a little help,” She smiled pushed the ski away.

I knew that the lights in the distance were a port of some sort, it was back at Monaco as it turned out, I drove into the marina much faster than was allowed, I didn’t care who I woke up or which boat hit which, I jumped off and pulled the wetsuit off, as I was doing that I saw another ski coming in, still a way off yet but getting near. Shoes on I ran past a man trying to tell me I couldn’t go that fast in the marina, I gave him the key to the ski and laughed.

I made my way to the underground train station, Monaco has a great station, I used the card to by a ticket to Nice and as luck would have it I caught a train in ten minutes, nobody looked to be following or looking for me. Yet, I thought to myself, yet.

Twenty odd minutes later I got off at Nice, I had started to breath slower but still looked around all the time, I was looking at the board of where trains were going to.

“Henry, don’t stand there like a simpleton, look at me,”

I don’t know why I did it, but something in the voice made me turn towards it.

Sandy was standing there large sun hat, even at this time of the morning I asked myself?

“Go and buy a ticket to Milan and met me by the coffee shop,”

She walked off dragging two suitcases with her, not having a plan that went any further than here I did as she told me.

“Now turn your phone off, I’ll call you Henry during this trip, you act the dutiful husband, don’t buy anything with a card, you do want to go home I take it?” This wasn’t how I had seen her in the past, I just nodded at her.

“Good, we have a plan,” she whispered to me. “Henry, come along bring the cases, don’t dawdle, we might miss our train,” Sandy walked off at a pace leaving me to follow with the two cases.

We weren’t late, we were in our little cabin thing, it was used for overnight trips mainly she told me later, but it was private and we could talk and not be seen easily.

It was nearly an eight hour trip, we dozed some of the time, and talked most of the rest.

I asked her how she knew I would, (A) be in need of help, and (B), knew I would be at the train station, her ‘Oh that was easy,’ made me annoyed but she laughed at my expression.

“Mandy phoned me when she saw you making your way to the jet ski, where else were you going? I had a head start on you, only needed to pack those cases as a disguise and here we are!”

If looks could kill she’d be dead, but she had probably saved me a lot of trouble.

Sandy told me that they were looking for me, Mandy’s boyfriend had to tell the captain that I had gone off on a ski, or they would have been fired, he had to tell Lucy, and she had started the search, it would continue for a while, but with no sign of you in Milan, they would have to stop, we will be a long way towards home before they worked it out.

Sandy used her phone a lot for a while, all in French so I understood little of what she was doing.

We talked about what I wanted, it came down to only a few options.

One, we divorced. Two, I let it go, not going to happen. Three, Shelly came crawling back promising to do anything to make it right, I didn’t see that happening and what would that mean? I couldn’t see her being my sex slave, and would I want one? Four, we sat down like adults and talked about it, made some adjustments to our life and tried to make a go of it.

But that brought many questions, what would I let her do, have Lucy, and any other women she fancied as a lover, I couldn’t see myself letting that happen, allow her to have limited time with her lover of the moment? Because I couldn’t see Shelly stopping her new found… I don’t know what to call it, freedom? Again I couldn’t live with that, so many things to think about.

I did what most people do, I left it for when I was home and had a more settled mind, if I ever had again.

Sandy received a phone call an hour out of Paris. Good news she said, I got us a ride on an empty plane home, a friend owed me a favour, his jet was going to pick him up, it’s worked out fine, no cost to anyone and it makes it easier to get you home without any problems.

That’s what happened, car picking us up at the station, onto private jet and back to my local airport, car waiting, care of Sandy, to take me to my door.

Sandy came with me all the way, made sure I had enough food to last a few days, I’m quite capable of cooking from frozen.

She left me with a kiss on the cheek and promised to call me tomorrow before departing to I knew not where.

It was four more days before Shelly came in the door.

I now had my head around what I wanted, I just needed to see what Shelly had in her mind, I did know that nothing would be the same anymore, how could it be?

She was very apologetic, said how sorry she was, but it just happened and she found she wasn’t adverse to it, she’d only stayed the extra days as they knew I was safe and not in any danger.

Her asking to talk about it the following day clicked into place with how I expected it to go.

Her having sex with me all night and see if she could get me to let us live together like we had been.

Okay Okay, I’m a man and I let her, that’s a laugh, I was always hard looking at her body in the nude, but the love had gone out of me, she drained my balls thoroughly, I didn’t attempt to pleasure her and she didn’t complain, she would have in the past but tonight wasn’t like any other night we had shared a bed was it.

We lay there both knowing what she had just tried to do. Shelly idly playing with my softening manhood.

“You know it’s not the same,… being with a woman, there isn’t one of these, it’s different, softer… I don’t think of it as being… it’s not like I cheated with Adam is it, can’t we just carry on as we are?”

I was glad she hadn’t said anything like it didn’t matter, it didn’t affect how she felt about me, how I hadn’t lost anything.

Because it did matter, it had affected how I felt about her and I had lost a lot, mainly about how I felt about her now, I’d lost that loving feeling as some old pop song said.

Lost a lot of feeling.

We gave it a go, but it didn’t work, well not for me. We had sex, I did try to be my old self and pleasure her as well as take mine with her, I will say she never complained about me leaving her… hanging sometimes, probably more times than not.

It was an honest attempt to patch it up by us both I’m sure, but the sticking plaster, which was her having sex with me more than we had in years wasn’t anything permanent.

It came to a head one Sunday mid morning, Shelly had gone to the gym, an excuse to meet up with Lucy, I had seen through that the first time they did it, Lucy would go out in her car, Shelly went out ten minutes later, ten minutes after that Lucy would drive back to her garage and put the car inside. An hour, maybe two, later Lucy would drive back out and off, Shelly came back and not long after Lucy also returned.

Shelly might have been a bit tired, looking a bit like she had had a good workout in the gym, but she didn’t smell like that, there wasn’t the sweat marks on her clothes that she had when she worked out before.

So, putting two and two together I came up with four, they were having sex in Lucy’s house and trying to hide it from me.

So this Sunday when Shelly came back I just looked at her and asked why she didn’t just walk over to Lucy’s and at least have a shower before coming back to our house, I emphasised the ‘our’ house.

Shelly went off to shower, coming back later she let Lucy in our back door.

“Look Roger, I’m sorry, alright, I’m sorry but it’s happened, we didn’t mean it to, but it has so you just have to get over it, if you just let it be what it is we can all be much happier, you will still have Shelly in bed most nights, she loves you and me, she can’t help it and neither can I.

Can I help make it alright, better for you?”

Lucy took a big breath, looked at Shelly and continued.

“Do you want to be a typical man, want to watch, be in the room, or do you want to upset Shelly and make her watch as you have me. Is that it or have you some other pervie thing in mind?”

I laughed, but was cringing inside.

“No Lucy, nothing so easy to do, how about you not moving here, you not befriending us, I thought I was as much your friend as Shelly was, how about you not making a play for MY wife, not getting her tipsy, getting her in you bed, not coming into our lives, can you do any of that, because that’s what it’s going to take,”

My turn to take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Now I think this fiasco has gone as far as I can let it go. I think it might be better that Shelly goes and lives with you. I’ll talk to a solicitor as soon as I can, get this settled so I at least can move on. Now if you will excuse me it’s time you left before I say things that can’t be taken back,” I gave them a deadly look. Well, it was what I thought might be that look, but they didn’t look impressed.

“It’s not going to be that easy, I’m going to call Daddy, he’ll set his lawyers on you, it won’t end well for you, you see,” Lucy was throwing a little hissy fit it seemed.

“Do what you think you have to, but look at Shelly, what do you think she wants. Why don’t you take her back to somewhere hot, let her lie on her back or however you two have it and not rub it in my face?”

You’d have thought that I had hit her, Lucy reeled back.

I walked out of my kitchen closing the door making it clear I didn’t want them to come any further into the house.

Sandy called an hour later.

“What did you say, Lucy’s going mad, Roger has phoned me several times asking what you have done to his darling daughter,” She laughed at that, and I joined in with her.

I told her what I had said I didn’t tell her or anybody that I had it recorded, just in case.

Sandy and I passed the time just talking, she knew there wasn’t anything she could say that was going to put it right, she did say that as Lucy was making such a fuss that she wouldn’t be surprised if Roger made a visit sometime soon.

She was right, but she had worked for him for a long time. Roger turned up two days later, Tuesday.

“What the hell are you playing at, I pay you to look after Lucy and the house, why the hell are you upsetting my daughter like this, if it’s money just say don’t beat about the bush, be a man ask me,”

I gave him a serious look.

“Ok, how much did you pay to get rid of your first wife?” That made him sit back, he wasn’t anticipating anything like that.

“It’s none of your business, what’s it got to do with Lucy and you?”

“Well I was thinking I’d take the same amount for the loss of my wife as you asked, just wanted to know what the going rate was in your friendships,” He was totally lost now, had no idea what I was talking about.

So I told him my story, from meeting her that first day up to now, everything, including Adam taking a bath in the sea.

That was the only high point in this story for me and I saw he wasn’t upset by that, but he was with Lucy’s behaviour it seemed.

He was visibly angry, annoyed, but he asked if there was any way he could help make it go away for me, he offered counselling, for me or Shelly and me if I thought it would be beneficial, the best in the business he said.

I thought I was past that sort of thing and said so.

Roger went next door to see Lucy, he came back hardly an hour later looking madder than a mad man.

“They will be moving next week, I’m sorry I got you into this, I’ll make it right for you somehow. I am pleased to have known you, but as I said sorry it’s gone the way it has,” He shook my hand and left.

That night Shelly came and got into bed with me naked.

“I’m sorry Roger, can we at least be friends? With benefits, I’d like that,”

I couldn’t have been sane that night.

“What, has your mistress told you to come over here and give me a last taste of your body, is she fed up with it already?”

I saw the hurt on her face, saw the tears in her eyes, and yes I saw the freshly shaved pussy and hard nipples, lipstick my favourite colour and her best smile.

But I had lost that loving feeling, I didn’t want to pay anything more to have sex with her. Lucy had cost me everything of value, all I had left was my conscience, and I wasn’t going to give Lucy any pleasure thinking she had gifted me… a fuck, because that’s all it would have been, a fuck and not necessarily a good one at that, not the way I was feeling.

Shelly got out of the bed and left. A van was there in the morning loading stuff into it, I had expected a knock on the door to claim some of Shelly’s stuff but it didn’t come.

I phoned Sandy days later, I could only leave a message.

That weekend she was there with a big bag of food.

“I don’t suppose you are eating very healthy, so while I’m here you can bring me up to date while I cook us a meal,”

I wasn’t given a choice, so that’s what happened. I offered her Roger’s credit card as I wouldn’t need it anymore, but she said that Roger had told her that I should use it as much as I wanted, it was little in comparison to what I had lost. My fondness of him increased, not because of the money, but how he felt.

Sandy still did the thing with her legs, short skirts, crossing her legs and hanging a shoe off her toes, all done deliberately to make me look at her legs.

Sandy and I? No, we have been friends, NOT with benefits I hasten to add, on that first meeting we both seemed to agree that we were friends and it would go no further, all without any discussion or spoken word. She turns up from time to time, unexpected by me but always welcome.

Next door sold soon after them moving out, I never asked if it went cheaply for a quick sale.

The new couple are older than me and we get on, I don’t think they know about Lucy and… everything, I don’t mention it to anybody, and the kids hardly bring up their mother when I’m around.

About the kids, Ryan and Ruth, to start with they were happy that we had new neighbours, and then disappointment when we split and even bigger disappointment when they meet Lucy for the first time, it didn’t go well I heard, not well at all.

They each met and married, opting for a beach wedding in Australia, I couldn’t make it, I just didn’t have the money to go that distance, and being honest didn’t see the point. We get on and talk on the phone a lot, weekly or maybe less now I think about it, but they seem happy and that’s all that matters to me.

It was when Ruth had her fourth baby that I was visiting with her for the first time with the new baby that I was brought speechless.

Shelly was rocking the baby in her arms like a mother does. I hadn’t been aware that she would be here at the same time as me.

I was the gentleman I like to think I am.

“You look good doing that, you look good altogether,” I said, suddenly hearing what I’d just said and blushing.

“That’s very kind of you, you look good as well, the children say you’re doing… well,” She smiled back at me and offered to pass the baby to me to hold, it was the reason I was here so nodded my acceptance and moved to her to take the little wrapped up bundle from her.

I’m sure it wasn’t me that caused it to happen, but Shelly moved to pass me the bundle, and as I went to put my hand underneath the blanket her breast was there instead of the blanket, I froze and we looked at each other not moving.

“If you want to feel them, there’s a better place than standing in our daughters front room,” She laughed at my state of shock.

“It’s been a while since a man felt me up like that, but you didn’t want to know that do you. Here you better take the baby before someone comes in and finds us making out,”

She extracted her boob from the blanket and baby was in my arms as Ruth came into the room.

“I see you two haven’t killed each other,” She smiled at us as she asked if I was feeling okay, she said I was looking a little flushed. I was then, even more so.

I, we, stayed for three hours, Shelly watched Ruth feed the baby as I talked to Kevin, Ruth’s husband. At some point I found that it was Shelly and I talking together as the others had their conversations.

She asked about my life, and seemed a bit shocked with the fact that I didn’t date, didn’t go out. She told me that she was under the impression that I had moved on, had a life and had forgotten about her.

I had to explain to her that in order to buy her out of what used to be our home, I wouldn’t let her walk away with nothing and it was the one thing we had argued about. I had to get a much bigger mortgage and couldn’t afford to go out, date, and who wanted someone like me with a millstone around my neck.

Shelly couldn’t get it into her head how hard it was, when she asked where I had gone on holiday and I laughed at her. I again explained that I didn’t go on holiday, the last holiday I had hadn’t ended well for me, and I couldn’t afford one, I worked my time off, my holidays, trying to pay off as much as I could from my mortgage.

When I felt it was time for me to leave Shelly said that she should as well, I went off to get changed into my running gear.

I’d stopped using a car, another thing I couldn’t afford, I’d come by bus this morning and was going to run, or jog back. It keeps me fit and saves money.

I don’t think I’d seen Shelly’s eyes so wide open when I told her about running, she offered me a lift but I declined, we parted, all of us cheek kissing, I jogged off on my own.

It was ten miles, I didn’t rush it, just jogged along at my pace, so less than two hours later I got home to find Shelly’s car in my drive but no sign of her in it, scratching my head I let myself into my house to find her sat at the kitchen table.

“I didn’t think you would be so quick, but I checked with Ruth and she said you did this regularly. I didn’t want anyone else to hear what we need to talk about so I took the liberty.

I’m surprised you didn’t change the locks, NO, don’t tell me, you couldn’t afford it,” She smiled. “Go get showered you smell, I’ll make some tea,”

I didn’t want to, I wanted a shower, but I didn’t want to talk to her about anything from our past, or about the present.

The shower won.

“It’s brought back so many good memories, I had a nose around while I was waiting, to bad if you mind as I’ve done it,” She said when pouring the tea she had made.

I thought that Sandy,… I thought that Sandy kept you company,” She was looking directly at me. “She’s kept me informed about how you are, but obviously hadn’t been telling me the whole truth, I really thought that you and her… you know,” I could see she was struggling to say the words so helped her out.

“No, Sandy and are friends, good friends, she teases me, I told you about her the first time I met her, it hasn’t changed, she pops in now again, has a drink, maybe a sandwich, but we have never been intimate with each other, we only kiss as friends, something you wouldn’t have objected to in the past. I’ll say it only once, I have no relationship with anyone, I’ve never had one after you, satisfied?”

I had gotten a bit worked up, having to tell her that, but it felt better.

Her, “But, but’s” made it clear that she had no knowledge of what my life had become over these years and was shocked I’d like to think.

Then of course there came all the apologies, how she hadn’t known, how she thought I had moved on, I’m sure she’d nearly said like she had but changed her words at the last minute.

Then it was what could she do to make it alright for me. My ‘there’s nothing thank you’, didn’t seem to sit right by her but I didn’t care.

“Would me staying the night help cheer you up, I feel I have made you angry again,” She looked serious, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to handle her, seeing her naked would trigger my anger towards her even more so just politely declined.

She left not long after promising to keep in touch.

A month later I was going through my bank statement, I kept a close watch on my in’s and out’s when I saw that my mortgage payment hadn’t gone out as it should have. I panicked, I couldn’t afford to have more interest to pay for a late payment, I contacted the Bank who said that the Building Society hadn’t asked for the payment like they always did, they assumed that it had come to an end, I knew that it had another twenty something years to go.

I hastily called the Building Society to ask why they hadn’t asked for my payment. They, after some holding on for them to check their records came back to me and told me that the mortgage had been paid off in full and that I should receive a letter soon explaining everything to me.

Lucky I was sitting down, my brain was working overtime with all the things that could have made that happen, but there was only one thing that made any sense, Roger, or was it Shelly?

I couldn’t see Shelly having that sort of money, even if her mistress was a rich Lady, I just couldn’t see Lucy putting that much money into Shelly’s account, there’s services rendered, and there’s what her and Shelly were doing, not the same thing at all.

Then I had the idea that I had paid Shelly her half of the money, but that wasn’t enough to pay off my mortgage. I was in two minds to ask Ruth for Shelly’s number, but I wasn’t sure she’d tell me the truth.

I called Sandy.

She answered on the second ring.

“Have you just got the letter?” Sandy’s humorous voice sounded playful. “Roger paid it off, Shelly had a word with him when she saw him. I hope you’re not too upset about that, but what can you do?” I heard the smugness in her voice that told me there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

“I’m bloody mad, mad at Shelly, mad at Roger and mad at you for letting it happen,” I hung up before she could say anything more.

I was upset, but I was also relieved that I had no mortgage anymore, but now I felt I owed someone something, but who? Shelly, I don’t know, Roger, he paid for it but it was only to make him feel better about what his daughter had done, Sandy, well she had something to do with it I was sure, but wasn’t sure what she did or didn’t do.

I still had trouble reading her, she still teased me. Dressed in leg showing clothes, still did that thing with her legs and shoes that she knew made me look, but why?

I went to to bed that night still with my mind going in both ways, thankful and unthankful.

Several months later the old couple moved, he had told me that their boy’s had insisted that thy move closer to them, which I could understand.

It was with dread that I watched the van going and two days later another arrived and start to unload next door, it was a youngish woman this time who had a pair of kids run around her that got out of a car, I groaned to myself praying that she wasn’t going to be without a partner and prayed even harder that it was a man.

It was, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I did the friendly neighbour thing and took them and the movers some drinks in welcome, they were gratefully received and I left them to it.

I would see them in passing, these days I kept to myself a lot more, we would pass the time of day, but little more than that.

Another year and Ryan’s wife Zoe was giving birth, she was a shy girl, nice enough but never had a lot to say, I had put it down to how I had reacted to Shelly, but I didn’t have to interact with her much, they lived about thirty miles away, to far to run and I hadn’t gotten around to buying a car, even if I could afford one now. So I didn’t see a lot of them.

Still travelling by bus a lot of the time, and trains when they were more convenient. I got to Ryan’s house to find that Zoe’s family were there, I’d met them at the wedding… I was trying to work out how many years ago that was but couldn’t, I gave up.

Peter and June, Ryan had to remind me what their names were, Zoe’s parents were friendly enough, June’s Sister Amanda was as well, I didn’t remember her from the wedding and learned she was abroad at the time and couldn’t get back for the wedding, which explained my not remembering her.

Ricky the new baby, well it was a baby, newly born, what else can I say about him, everyone doted over him when awake and talked about him when he was asleep.

I’d found it an awkward day, I had very little in common it seemed, but I stuck with it for Ryan’s sake.

When it came time for me to go Amanda asked me why was I going so soon, there was afternoon tea to come. I explained that it was due to the bus timetable, it was now or in four hours time it being Sunday hours, and I didn’t think that Zoe and Ryan wanted me staying that long.

Cutting it short Amanda drove me home, we talked more about everyday life than just children, as we neared my house she committed on my lawn, I did take pride on cutting my lawn on a regular basis, I had always liked a nice looking lawn as you arrived anywhere.

She asked how I did it, and then said that her mower was old and not very easy to use, I volunteered to have a look at it if she wanted the next weekend.

That started me doing her lawn most Sunday mornings, Amanda would cook a meal, it started off with a sandwich, then salads and onto roast dinners, I would run there cut the lawn and wash, have dinner and run home, but as the days shortened Amanda started to drive me when the weather turned. Even if it was too bad to cut the lawn I still went, we talked and even watch a film sometimes.

I had become comfortable with her, and we started to go for a lunchtime drink in a local pub, not every week, but just sometimes.

It was November and Amanda said that we should go out for a meal, she had booked it for Friday night, she picked me up and drove, as it was to her local pub and as it was a fine crisp night, she said it would be fun to walk, so she parked in her drive and we walked the ten minutes to the pub.

It was a nice restaurant as well as just a pub, we had a nice meal and she had ordered a bottle of wine, after a G and T to start, I was concerned when she ordered a Brandy for us with the bill, I’d started to plan how I was going to get home, even if she didn’t appear to be drunk she was over the limit to drive.

I asked her why she had wanted dinner with me while we were being served our main course.

“Because it’s your birthday, I don’t see you celebrating on your own, so why not?”

I laughed at her suggestion. “But my birthday is in the summer,”

I saw the confusion in her face, she had a few but’s and blushed a bit and then said it didn’t matter, just to think of it as a late present.

We walked home arm in arm, she didn’t need to use me to hold herself up, but she did hang on to me tightly.

“Can I come in and look for a taxi company?” I asked knowing that I wouldn’t let her drive, she apologised that she had drank to much and wasn’t able to drive me home, asked me to stay, there was a spare bed already made up.

When I said I better not I might not be a gentleman with her in the house, she giggled.

“I’ll just make us some coffee,” She went off to make it and we chatted with me in the lounge and her in the kitchen as she made it.

“Maybe I don’t want a gentleman in the house, maybe I don’t want a gentleman in my bed. Maybe I want a man. Are you a man Roger, do you think you could take me to bed and make me loose my mind?”

I was thinking this had gone to far to be safe for me, I hadn’t thought of her in that way, she was a woman, that had grown into a friend over the summer and I didn’t want to spoil that just because she had drunk to much. I was brought back to the here and now.

“Will you take me to bed and let me see if we could be happy together?” I turned at her voice to find her standing in the doorway in what looked like a lace shawl.

I saw her legs were bare, I saw a lot more of her legs than ever before as the shawl only just covered her womanhood, I saw that her boobs were larger than expected, the shawl was drawn between the valley that went between each globe, when she turned to walk away I saw she was naked and her bum cheeks moved as she walked, I saw the shawl drop to the floor.

“Are you going to come with me and for me Roger? It’s been a long while for me and I need you to show me that I’m still wanted,”

She turned her head and held out a hand to me.

“This way Roger, let’s see if we can show each other that we are still able to…” She walked in her bedroom doorway.

When I walked in the doorway she burst into tears and leaped at me.

“I’ve never done this before, chased a man,”

We kissed for the first time, one that wasn’t on the cheek that is.

She helped me undress and kissed me as each piece came off, I was harder than I could remember, close as well to spilling my load.

When I was having trouble getting my shoes off, my trousers getting in the way and me not being able to keep my balance Amanda went to her knees and helped, but that put her head level where my aching cock was, only millimetres behind my cotton underwear.

As she pulled my trousers off and I could stand again she looked up at me, her hands were on my hips, on the elastic of my underwear.

“It’s was a long time ago that I did this,”

She pulled downwards, my cock sprang out at her and bounced. I stepped out of the underwear and waited for her to do whatever she wanted to do.

“I can’t believe that I’m going to do this again,” One hand took a hold of my shaft and pulled it down so it was pointing straight at her. Opened her mouth and took the head in closing her lip’s around the tip.

I felt her tongue swirl around the head.

“If you do that again I won’t be responsible for what happens next, I’m closer than close,” We were looking into each other’s eyes during this, I saw the glint in hers. Her tongue swirled around the head twice more and then she took two inches more in her mouth, one hand cupped my balls and the other stroked what was left of my shaft.

I erupted like a volcano, too late to warn her. She pulled back and held the head in her mouth as I throbbed a portion of cum with each stroke of her hand.

As I came back to the land of the living, Amanda had stayed on her knees holding me in place looking at me. She pulled away and looked around her, looking for something? Then she half coughed and swallowed.

“I forgot about the mess, I should have put some tissues to hand,”

Oh, that was what she was looking for I thought to myself.

“I think it’s one of the sexiest, most giving things a woman can do for a man, it’s your turn now while I recuperate,” I said offering her my hand to get up.

“No, no it’s alright, I’m not sure you want to do that, Kenneth always said it wasn’t something a man did, not that I did… what I just did after our honeymoon, not that I can remember,”

I had to look at her to see if she was making fun of me, but I was sure she wasn’t.

“Well if I’m to be allowed my fun you’ll do as your told,”

I helped her up and onto the bed.

Kissing her all the time I used my hands to stroke and touch her from her forehead to her knees, missing her nipples, she responded, but she was nervous by the feel of her body as I continued to run my hands over her. I kissed my way to a nipple and licked it, went back to her lips and neck, back and forth up and down and then further down to kiss her bellybutton.

Up to her neck and lips again, changing where and when I would kiss lick or nibble for just a few seconds, I had a hand on her mons, playing in her hair that covered her lady lips, helped hide that button that had crept out as my fingers did their work. Her hands had a hold of my head as I made my fist lick upwards on her lady lips, the grip tightening as I lapped at that button at the top. She came, just like that, Bang, my head was pushed into her folds as she bucked and thrust her hips in the air.

I kissed my way back up her body when she had loosened her grip on my head. I wondered if she would push me away when I went to kiss her lips, but she didn’t, she let me kiss her as I moved between her open legs and lay between them.

Kissing and nibbling her neck and ear I waited for her to get her breath back, then I moved and guided my now rehardened cock at her entrance.

Looking in her eyes as I held her head in my hands so she couldn’t look away as I slowly pushed in her hot wet glove.

I fucked her, I can’t pretend anything else, I fucked her as she held on and moaned and grunted at each thrust of mine.

I didn’t want to come to soon so decided to change positions, she looked at me as if I was talking Gibberish when I told her to get on her hands and knees.

She moved as I pushed and pulled her into position, doing that had lost that imminent feeling of needing to come so that was a plus for me.

I think she thought I was going to sodomise her when I got behind her and my cock poked around until it found her wet opening again.

If I had wanted to scare her to death, that would have worked.

Because of how hard we were going at it, or I was, we had worked our way up the bed, her moving forward as I thrust in from behind, it was only the headboard, thankfully a soft one that stopped her going any further, she went up on her arms which gave me access to her swinging tits and nipples, now she could either let me play to my heart’s desire, or put her head down and roll away.

She stayed up on her arms grunting at each thrust but not complaining, she held her hips in position and took everything I gave her.

Her pussy had been changing its grip on my shaft as it pounded into her, I put a hand underneath us and felt for that hard button, I flicked it, just the twice and she locked on my shaft so tightly I couldn’t thrust in or out for a few seconds, moving my hands back to hold her hips I gave her my last shots, held as deep inside her as I could and swamped her insides with my load. We were frozen in place for a while, me kneeling behind her, her holding onto the headboard.

When we separated and lay down Amanda looked at me, breathing hard.

“Do you do that to all the girls?”

She shut her eyes and steadied her breathing. “I… I never,… Kenneth never did anything like that to me,”

We cuddled and held each other’s hands, I dozed and by her breathing so did Amanda.

Later, the heating had gone off and as the temperature had dropped I needed to go to the bathroom. I had a quick wash and a pee, when I came back and went to get in bed Amanda put her hand out as I got in, touched and held my shrivelled cock in her hand and giggled.

“To think I’ve missed out on,… on something like this for so long, all that fun, enjoyment and from such an uninspiring thing as this before it does it’s thing,” I wasn’t sure how to take that bit about ‘Uninspiring’.

“I don’t think you’ve any bigger than Kenneth was, but he couldn’t use it like you do,” She had this giggle that I’d found that did something inside me, it had this sound that made me feel good for some reason. Her saying that, her giggling had started me to harden again, I had thought I was finished for the night, I’d been glad to see I could go a second time so soon after my first, but now a third rising? I suppose that’s the thing about a new woman, was it too soon to say partner?

Whatever it was she was fascinated by the way she was making me hard again.

“Do… do I have to?” She flicked her eyes down several times at her hand. I was guessing she was meaning did she have to go down on me again.

“Only if you want to, whatever we do it should be because we want to, not because we feel we have to,” That giggle came out again.

“I was hoping you would tell me I had to, it feels so wrong for me to… to do anything without you telling me I should, just tell me to and I will,”

I lay there on my back and looked at her, her hand didn’t stop, it’s grip, it’s squeezing it’s slow up and down movements.

I saw the conflict in her eyes and stayed still, well as still as I could under the circumstances.

She kissed my lips, I returned the kiss, she kissed my neck and ear lobe. She moved down kissing her way to what she still held in her hand, but was now back to full strength.

She didn’t look at me, didn’t take her eyes off of what was in her hand, I couldn’t see it but imagined that her tongue was sticking out between her lips, I certainly felt her lick my shaft that first time, and the second and her taking me back into her mouth then her lips locking around my shaft tightly, an air or cum tight seal went through my head.

She made love to it, it was a separate part of me it seemed, Amanda paid no attention to anything but my shaft and balls, licking, sucking and kissing.

I warned her that if she wanted me to make love to her she should stop there or face the consequences, the pun wasn’t lost on me, but I’m not sure she understood the consequences if she timed it wrong.

She let go of me and moved onto her back.

“I want to feel you in me again, you probably won’t want me in the morning,” I saw tears in her eyes, that and the way she said it hurt me, I felt pain on her behalf.

I kissed my way to her love slot. She had mattered pubic hair, my last deposit that had leaked out. Not my favourite by any means, but needs must I said to myself, needs must.

I licked and nipped my way over her again, my hands were firmly holding her breasts and my thumbs rubbing both nipples.

At first she was telling me not to it was dirty, she was dirty down there but I ignored her attempts to put me off or stop me, it didn’t take long before she was guiding me as I pleasured her.

I felt sure she had come before moving up and penetrating her.

Amanda moaned and gripped me, held me with her arms and legs at different times, held a nipple so I could suckle on it as we rocked together.

Hardly an inch going in and out, not getting either of us nearer to coming, but feeling so good.

It flashed into my mind, why was that?

But I couldn’t remember having this with Shelly, maybe it was just selective memory, I did remember making love to Shelly, fucking her the last few times we had sex, but this was something entirely different, something I wanted to repeat and repeat.

Would Amanda want me in the morning, would there be a future?

I picked Amanda’s legs up and put them on my shoulders, she moved to get comfortable, it seemed she wasn’t trying to get away.

I started to give her long slow strokes then fast short ones with her in this position I was nearly kneeling and could get to her boobs and nipples as I stroked in and out of her.

It must have been the fact of coming twice already that let me keep going. She was taking it, slow or fast, she used her muscles to grip and flex around my shaft, she came again.

I rolled off of her trying to get my breathing under control.

“You don’t… you didn’t,” I saved her her embarrassment.

“No, I didn’t come, I’m not as young as I was, I’m surprised I’m still living, you’re a very very sexy woman Amanda, but unfortunately there’s a limit as to what I can do these days,” I tried to laugh but it ended up with me coughing.

I’d lie to you if I said that all this had lasted all night, it didn’t, if I had to guess it might have been over two hours, but I wouldn’t put money on it being that long, nothing went on and on, everything happened as I said, but it all was over sooner than it sounds.

Amanda was, when she let go, a woman who came easily, Kenneth must have missed that, more fool him.

If, there’s that word, IF, I had taken my time, taken it easy, I might have been able to come again, but not in such a short time period, it just wasn’t possible. When I was twenty, into my early thirties I would think I would have no problem, but not now, and having been dormant so to speak I had just run out of steam, well that and cum.

I explained this to a concerned Amanda, who did the motherly thing of cuddling me and asking if there was anything she could do for me.

We went to sleep. Me exhausted from more exercise than I had done in a long time, I did the running but it was all the other muscles that had come into play this evening that had screamed enough.

I woke to an empty bed, I lay there wondering how badly I had messed up a good friendship.

Amanda walked through the door and put a tray of hot drinks beside my side of the bed.

Here I went again, putting the cart before the horse, my side of the bed, this was probably my goodbye drink, one last drink before she threw me out.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Her smile lit her face up, no makeup on, No trying to hide her face from me as some women do, she sat on my side of the bed, (here we go again, my side,).

“Are we good, you and me, was I too much last night? I don’t think Kenneth ever made me feel like that. I won’t take it badly if you now realise that you don’t want to see me again, I’ll understand… you must think I’m some sort of trollop, acting like that,” She was looking down at her hands in her lap, I put mine on hers.

“What? It’s me that should apologise, I shouldn’t have made you do those things, you shouldn’t have had to do those things to me if you didn’t want to, I better go and let you,”

“Stop it, stop it, I wanted to do that, I might have had more to drink than I would usually have, but I knew that I needed that to let myself go with you.

Zoe has told me that there was so much more to sex than I had ever had before, she showed me some films on the computer, sex films.

I watched them on my own and wondered if they were all made up, but now you have shown me that it’s real.

I can have sex and… and enjoy it, and I want to enjoy it with you if you think you can put up with this old body.

We,… you could… teach me things that I have missed over the years, there’s so many things that I’ve seen on the computer that I can’t believe that people do that… I want to be able to say I tried it, if we don’t like it we don’t have to do it again, if we do and you want to we could do it again,” She was holding my hand quite tightly and looking at me frightened.

“Do you want to go home, or can I get back in bed with you?”

As I wasn’t expecting any of this, I was momentarily unable to move, but then I pulled the cover back, she stood up thinking I was going to get out I think, but I stayed there, with the covers pulled back she saw my now hard cock, without looking at my face she smiled, and started to get in but I stopped her.

“When you get in bed with me from now on you’ll be naked, available for me as I will be for you, are you okay with that?” Her smile had disappeared when I started to say that, but it returned brighter as she took the robe she had on and pulled the nightie that she wore underneath off.

We had sex again, just good old missionary before having to make fresh tea and breakfast. My ‘You won’t need a nightie again,’ made her giggle as she put her robe on to go downstairs.

“Why can’t I wear a nightie?” She innocently asked on the way down.

“Because it will stop my access to you,” There was that giggle again, her giggle made my cock twitch.

We spent the day either in bed or watching some porn on her computer, I’d have to ask Ryan about these films that Zoe had told her about, lots of it was simple porn, amateur acting with outrageous sex scenes, I mean, most men don’t have ten inches, most women don’t have breasts the size of basketballs and climax screaming all the time, and the amount of cum that these men produced was down right silly.

That was the run of the mill porn, but Amanda had gone on to find some of the more… unusual, kinky porn, women being sexually abused, beaten, tied up, taking ten men on together, I didn’t realise that the list was so endless.

Don’t get me wrong, some of it certainly put the lead back in my pencil, because after looking at some of those cocks that’s what it looked like in comparison, a pencil.

It became clear that Amanda wanted to experience some of these types of things, some she was not shy in saying that there was no way on earth she was trying that. Phew, I thought several times.

But she did want to know what sort of underwear she should wear for me. She made it clear that she would be and act as I wanted, in private. In public she didn’t want to be seen as a sex toy, she would dress according to where and with whom she would be with.

But that had us looking at sex toy sites, they sold dress up stuff as well as toys. The only thing that I had in mind was a corset, it didn’t matter what it was made of, just that it had to be tight, as to push up bras and which sort of panties I didn’t think I had a preference, same for the colour and material, but stockings were a definite yes.

During the day there was a lot of touching and kissing, we both didn’t get out of the robes we came down to breakfast in.

We made a light lunch and prepared dinner together, the kitchen was the first place I took her out of the bedroom.

We had just cleared the table, Amanda was wiping it down with a damp cloth, leaning over to get to the far side.

I pushed on her back so she was face down and her torso leaning on the table, quickly I lifted the robe bearing her rear, I told her to spread her feet and as she did that I opened my robe and put my cock between her legs, it rose to the occasion and with little hesitation I found myself pushing inside her.

The next thing I knew was that we were walking the table across the floor step by step as I thrust into her, Amanda came when the table hit the cupboards on the side of the kitchen stopping us going any further.

I wanted to cum, but had this thought that it would be better to save it for later so I pulled out and left her laying on the table panting.

We were like teenagers, the only problem was I wasn’t so had to hold fire while making sure that Amanda let go. She did get her own back, she would touch and sometimes go on her knees and suck and lick me, she understood my need to save it for later it seemed and she was starting to be able to tell when I was near and stop her playing.

That night, Saturday, we went to bed at ten, we spent the next two and a bit hours having sex. My first climax was in her mouth, we had started off trying to sixty nine, but as we were both horny and new to each other it didn’t go well, neither of us could concentrate on what we were doing and not on what was being done to us. Amanda made the decision to just take her time with me, practice her newly found skills.

I didn’t complain.

I was beginning to think that she had watched a lot more porn than she said she had, her skills were amazing to say the least.

We had sex missionary, girl on top, doggy, cowgirl she didn’t like reverse cowgirl so that was off our repertoire in the future, we tried a tit fuck, or is it a wank? It worked to some extent, but maybe we were trying too much in one night, but it will be investigated another time I decided.

My second climax was deep in her hot wet glove, we were locked eye to eye as we succeeded to cum together. In my limited experience that doesn’t happen that often.

Sunday morning brought us coupled again before breakfast, we didn’t try to climax, just enjoyed the coupling, the closeness of it all.

We went out for lunch, just a walk to her local pub again, she had picked her clothes carefully, it was her local and she didn’t want any scandal.

But she had chosen a knee length skirt with a blouse that was shear, you could see her lace fringed bra clearly and I saw her nipples were hard. She had nylons on and three inches heels, all under a winter coat.

I felt her stiffen as I held the door for her, she nodded at several people as we walked to a table that was empty.

“I feel naked, that everyone’s looking at me and knows what we’ve been doing,” Amanda whispered to me as I took her coat and we sat down. I smiled at her, looked at her breasts.

“But you love that thought, is it that they know or that they are looking at a sexy woman that’s turning you on?”

Lunch was fine, some women said hello to her, their husbands, partners, all looked at her and I was sure that her nipples were kept hard by those looks, or the thought of them.

We went home and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, where else.

Amanda wanted me to mount her as soon as we got indoors, but I made her wait until we were in bed, but still didn’t mount her, I held one of her arms under my body and the other with my hand stopping her touching me or herself. I then played with her, toyed with her pussy, fingered her, licked and sucked at her tit and nipple I could reach with my mouth, I had two fingers inside her and the thumb playing with her hard nub that seemed to be always hard, she came, I kept my fingers inside but still, my thumb stationary until she settled and then I started again, four times she came for me, four times she was moaning and sucking in air like a vacuum cleaner, me biting a nipple took her over the edge that forth time.

I let her arms go so she could move, get some feeling in the arm under me. Amanda wanted me to tell her what I wanted, but I said that it was her turn to have her way with me.

She went for a blowjob, not a long drawn out one, but very enjoyable, then she went to cowgirl where I molested her boobs as she rode me, and then she wanted me on top.

It was her that wanted her legs on my arms, it opened her up for me, but it is harder to keep doing, my moving her legs to my shoulders showed me that that was where she wanted to be.

“I love this position, can’t stop you from just taking me,” She held a boob up at me. “Bite it when you come,” I didn’t ask but did as asked, I saw when we were laying down shortly after that I had marked her a with that bite.

Amanda drove me home, she didn’t come in saying she wouldn’t want to leave if she did, and I was thinking to myself that I might have taken her to bed and made her stay the night.

She did as I asked and phoned me when she got home, just to, make me feel better about her driving.

I phoned her the next evening and we talked for an hour about nothing.

She phoned me Tuesday night and again we talked about nothing for close to an hour before she asked if I wanted to have a meal with her Friday, which I jumped at.

She insisted that she picked me up. As I got in the car I noticed straight away that her skirt was up around her thighs, not what she had shown me in her wardrobe last weekend, as she put her seatbelt on again it pulled her blouse between the valley of her breasts, no bra, nipples pert and on show.

“I take it that you have dressed comfortably?” I joked. She looked at me.

“Are you complaining, do you want me to go back to my old self?” She asked back. “You showed me another side of me, I like it better than I was, I want you to think of me as someone sexy, not the old frumpy woman I was, I’m making some revisions in my life, how I dress for you is just one of them,” She drove on with a smile on her face glancing at me every now and then.

When we got to her house she attacked me, we were having sex, well she was on her knees showing me she was getting better at a blowjob, not that she had been bad before.

It was glorious, she was like a sex machine, there I stood trousers and underwear around my feet, Amanda bobbing her head as she was undoing her blouse. She had started by holding me with both hands but one had disappeared to see to the buttons and shortly after her blouse was off her other hand left my shaft to help with her skirt.

I don’t know how she did it but she had her skirt off and on the floor with her blouse without letting go of my shaft, and I felt no difference in the speed of her head bobbing or the depth she was taking me in to.

I thought that she was going to make me come, but once she was naked she got up and leaned over the arm of an big old armchair.

“Come on, I need it, and you sure do as well,” She said looking back at me as she opened her legs. There was something different there, but we were both in too much of a rush now for me to pay any attention, we had a goal to achieve.

We achieved the goal in about three minutes, Amanda’s pussy gripping me tightly as she groaned that she was coming tipped me over the edge. We ended up with me laying on her back as we were getting our breath back.

“I’ve been thinking about that all week, I hope you don’t mind,” Amanda said as I stood back upright. What was I to say, No I hated it? I’m sure she wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Let’s get cleaned up and have dinner, it’s all ready in the oven, hot and comforting, just like me,” She giggled that giggle as she help me with my shoes and trousers.

We had dinner and watched some of the news, I had been thinking about how this was going, I mean the sex, the amount, the whole thing was unbelievably out of this world, but was it going to last, was all this drab woman in the past just a cover up for…

“We have to talk Roger, about us,” I’d stopped being aware of anything for that a while it seemed, Amanda was sitting with her legs under her and facing me looking serious.

“Am I going to fast, am I scaring you by my lust for you?”

I took a big swallow.

We talked, seriously, about how I had somehow clicked a switch in her, she had been a very modest woman, she had sex with her husband, but it was weekly if that, and she was on her back not enjoying it, all the times they did it. She didn’t think Kenneth had either, her one and only blowjob had been on her honeymoon and it was not repeated.

Her climaxes, she said she wasn’t sure she had had any until the other night, she again said that she didn’t want to be seen as a sexual being by others, but she wanted to be for me if I would have her.

We talked into the night about anything we could think of that might make a difference to us, it was only when I got into bed and she put my hand on her stomach and I slid it down that I found what I had seen so much easier.

“I shaved for you, I won’t have all matted hairs for you to get through if you’re going to stay,” It was past midnight and she knew that my getting home at this time of night was going to be a nightmare.

I think we went to sleep around three.

Have I said it before? We were like teenagers, couldn’t keep our hands off each other, Amanda had a robe for me and one for her delivered in the week, hers came half way down her thighs, was a silky smooth material that was a cream colour, it couldn’t hide her nipples when they were hard, and they seemed to be most of the time, it was held together with a sash. Mine was of a similar design but was grey.

We had breakfast while wearing them and holding hands at the kitchen table, it wasn’t long after we had put the things in the dishwasher that she was bent over the table with me behind her, we weren’t going at it like mad, we had all day and night, and then she turned and got on her knees, my gown followed hers onto a chair as she started to give me a suck.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste you again,” She said as she got comfortable on her knees putting a cushion to kneel on on the floor. She was taking her time, bobbing her head and alternating between her hand and head moved up and down my shaft.

I had just warned her I was close to coming, she had just the head in her lips giving it a cum tight seal to stop any dripping, my head was thrown back as my first throb delivered a shot into her mouth.

Then it got messy, there was a scream, I felt air on my shaft as it throbbed my second shot, Amanda’s hand didn’t stop its up and down movement, I didn’t stop my throbs as Amanda and I looked at the back door.

That was where the scream had come from, stood mouth open was June, Amanda’s sister, with Peter right behind her.

I looked down at Amanda, she was still stroking my shaft which had nearly stopped shooting at her but only just. I’d seen it in porn films, but this close up, my cock in her hand and her face covered with cum was unbelievably sensual, to me anyway.

June, by the look on her face wasn’t so keen on the visuals.

I think I blinked to make sure that I had seen what I’d seen, I had.

Amanda couldn’t blink, her eyes were stuck open it appeared, she licked her lips of the strings that were across them.

“You better go in the lounge, Roger and I just need a minute to clean up,” Amanda didn’t seem to be bothered about June or Peter being there. “If you had told me that you were coming we’d have been upstairs,”

“Don’t look Peter,” Well it was much too late, Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of Amanda, who was showing no signs of being afraid of being looked at like he was at her. June walked past us to the lounge, Amanda took me back into her mouth as deep as she could while Peter stopped by us on his way to follow June.

“Don’t get any ideas Peter, and I told you not to look. Amanda, stop doing that, Peter doesn’t need anymore ideas from you,”

Peter walk off after June giving me a wink and wiggling his eyebrows at me with a big smile on his face.

“Wow, should I go?” I helped her to her feet.

“No, she’ll have to get over it, Peter might have to as well. Did you see the way he looked at us?” Amanda did her giggle again which made me twitch.

“Sorry you’re going to have to wait until they go,” That giggle again.

We went up and showered, I carefully washed my cum off of her face apologising as I did, she surprised me by asking if I’d done that before. I told her that I hadn’t and she coyly asked if I’d like to again, my twitching cock gave her her answer to her giggles which she was starting to understand turned me on.

“Well if you’re a good boy to me later maybe we can do it again. But we better get dressed and go see what they want,” She kissed me while holding my balls in her hand, got out and passed me a towel.

Downstairs there were two different people, June was all wound up and acting shocked and hurt, Peter on the other hand couldn’t get the smile off his face, but only if June couldn’t see him.

June went into the kitchen with Amanda to make the coffee supposedly. I was left with Peter in the lounge, he started to ask as soon as the lounge door closed.

“How did you end up with Amanda, and what have you done to her, drugged her or something, whatever you’re doing I want some of that please, are you really… are you… are you fucking her, Christ, I never thought she had a body like that, if… how long have you been giving her one?”

It was like a porn catalogue of actions he wanted to know if I was enjoying with Amanda, it sounded like the ones Amanda had shown me she had watched, it was all did she do this, did she let me do that, I gave up listening after he got started.

I refused to confirm or deny anything, not even if she sucked my cock, he must have missed that bit.

Amanda and June came back, June still red faced Amanda straight backed and looking happy. We had coffees with biscuits and stilted conversation. At some point Amanda had had enough.

“I think it’s time you went shopping or whatever you were going to do, Roger and I have some things we have to catch up with, you stopped me getting him back in bed,” She shook her chest to make it clear that she was braless, Peter hadn’t missed that and had been staring at her while we were in the lounge.

After that word had gone round the family, not to just walk in, as they had all done after Kenneth had gone, up until now there hadn’t been a problem.

We now received a call to see if we were available for a visit, it gave us time to dress or put away anything we didn’t think anyone else should see.

Our sex life was still going strong after four months, we had slowed down, but we were always touching each other, and having sex in any place we happened to be in when the fancy took us.

Amanda had sent for a selection of toys, a lot of them were one use wonders, meaning that they either didn’t work as expected, or we didn’t like them.

The one thing that was a great buy was a sex swing, it took a lot of adjustment and patience to get it right, but we both had hours of fun with either of us in it, I had to put a big hook in the bedroom ceiling, reinforcing the beam above to make sure that we didn’t bring down the ceiling.

Amanda made, yes made some play dresses, nurse, maid, it was all fun and used Velcro to hold it together but let me or her rip it off when needed. I used the dildo’s and vibrators on and in her, they did nothing for me but she enjoyed them sometimes, the thing that I enjoyed was the corsets she brought, she had four after a year.

I can’t tell you why her in a corset makes me horny, if I know she has one on even though it’s under a dress and it can’t be seen. Once I know I’m instantly hard, and Amanda plays on that fact, she had one that she has become used to, and wears it when we go out sometimes.

They all have to have stockings held up by suspenders off of the corsets, her panties go over the suspenders so I can get them off while she still has the stockings on, hold ups are a poor substitute in my opinion.

Shelly? I, we see her now and again, we are polite to each other, it’s mainly at family events that we meet up.

The first time was awkward for me, Amanda took it in her stride, told her that she hadn’t believed how pretty she was, hadn’t believed me telling her that, (that was a lie, we had hardly talked about Shelly,). She thanked her for becoming a lesbian and leaving me for her, Shelly didn’t know what to say.

It was later that Ruth came and for the first time said something about Amanda and me, being a couple.

It was so embarrassing when Ruth and Ryan cornered us.

“I’m only going to ask if it’s true… Is it true that June caught you having…,”

“Yes dear, my sister and her husband caught us having oral sex in the kitchen, it was her fault that what happened happened, she screamed at just the wrong? Maybe it was the right moment,” Amanda made eyes at me.” Anyway your father painted my face in front of June and Peter, and yes if you want to know it’s something you’re father is aloud to do whenever he feels the need, and yes I love whatever he wants to do with me. Any other questions, need to know what else we do? Feel free to ask. I’ll tell you anything. I’m like a book, my mouth and my legs open for your father to enjoy when and wherever he feels the need,”

I nearly died watching both Ruth and Ryan’s faces change colour, I know Amanda had become more sure of herself, but to stand there and say that.

Then Ruth laughed, the three of us were looking at her wondering why she was laughing.

“Oh, oh you really had me going there, talking about Daddy like that, as if you two get up to things like that, even we don’t do that do we Ryan,”

Ryan blushed and walked away shacking his head,. He was like me, that he couldn’t believe what Amanda had just said, or was it that Ruth had asked so bluntly, or wanted to admit that he and Zoe did?

Amanda and I tried most things she thought of, tie and tease, bondage, that was interesting. We even went to a club, they called it an Adult only club, we thought it was just a swingers club after visiting.

Amanda wanted to go, we being shy wore masks, we walked around looking at as much as we could see.

Amanda, at my request had her leather corset on, stockings and high heels, she insisted on a pantie as well, me in a silk pair of boxers.

We had a soft drink, and talked to several couples who seemed like normal people, but we were that surly, but here as well, didn’t make sense, but after watching couples, threesomes and moresomes having sex thought it wasn’t for us.

I’m not going to say it didn’t make us horny, us having sex on a mattress while others watched said that wasn’t true case, but it was just us in the room, just us that fucked each other silly. After that quick interlude we had another soft drink thinking we would leave soon that Amanda froze.

“I know her, and that’s not her husband,”

I looked where she was looking, a woman in a thong, high heels and a collar, a man led her around by a lead attached to her collar.

“I always thought she wasn’t natural, those boobs can’t be real can they, look how high they are on her chest,” I was looking, she certainly had a pair of boobs, I would bow down to Amanda’s knowledge of fake boobs, as I had no experience of them.

“Let’s follow them,o see what else they do,” I wasn’t sure that was a good idea but followed when she moved.

They went into a room that others were already using, they looked at what was going on and a man walked to them, said something and she took the thong off and got on a mattress, he was already hard and got between her legs and mounted her, he fucked her while the man with the lead watched emotionless, a woman joined them and kissed the woman, mauling her breasts as she was fucked.

“I can’t believe it, I’d never had thought she would be here,” Amanda whispered to me, she’s the rabbi’s wife, she’s the last person I would ever guess would be here,”

I whispered back. ” And yet here we are as well, did you always know you would end up in a place like this?”

She giggled and stroked my cock through my boxers.

We went home after that, had sex and then talked about our experience.

We agreed that it wouldn’t happen again, we would keep our sex life to ourselves.

Two weeks later as I came home from the shops I walked into the kitchen to find a stranger drinking wine with Amanda.

“Darling, this is Naomi, she’s a friend of mine, come and join us. Naomi was just telling me about the jumble sale that the youth club were running next month, she was wondering if we had anything for it,”

I’d put two and two together and came to four, she was the collared woman from that club, she looked nothing like how I last saw her. She smiled at me and blushed, not as much as she might have if she only knew we knew her little secret.

It was all just so normal, we chatted about the sale and she went off to her next call leaving Amanda and me laughing like made.

Life is good, the sex is still hot and often, will we stay together forever? Who knows, life’s had some turns for me over the years so far, can or will it turn again? Only time will tell. But it doesn’t look like it’s going too.