The Estate

The Estate Part 1

An erotic novel by Andi Graeme

Cast 3

The Estate 4

Ash 12

Henry 19

Greeta 24

Coffee Revelation 26

Lena 29

Margaret 35

Witness 44

Trinnie 52

Mother 60

Jem 65

Margot 68

Joyce 72

Shower 76

Selina 79

Croquet 84

Cast

The Estate

No 10

Joyce

No 12

Greeta

No 16

Jason

Jools

No 27

Ash

No 33

Lena

Henrietta ‘Henry’

No 37

Margo

The Elsewhere’s

Margaret

Ali

Selina

The Estate

We live on a small estate on the edge of town. It’s not big by any means, less than 100 houses or so, and mostly supported housing, so a fair number of single parent families. As most single parent families are women lead, you get the makeup of the estate. A flurry of activity at school start and end time, and not a lot in-between.

Jools works most of the time in a security firm, with the odd day working from home, which she usually manages to spend at the gym. I work from home with occasional site visits where I cannot achieve what I need over Zoom. Working from home means about an hour or two of deep activity and the rest of the time on YouTube or Netflix. It is not exactly a hard life, until things go awry, and then it can be a week or so of 14 hour days, lot’s of Zoom calls and, unusually, a few site visits requiring an overnighter. That, thankfully, is rare.

But, on a usual day, I am spending a lot of time looking out of the window watching people come and go, the ladies walking their offspring to school, then coming back, usually with a bag of groceries from the local supermarket, perhaps, I guess, a selection from the reduced aisle, just keeping costs down, eating day by day. Sometimes it is a man sitting in his car for hours on end, using his mobile. Why not in his house? What does he not want his family to hear? Is he, perhaps a drug dealer? He does get a fair number of visits from cars that just pull up next to him, words are exchanged, perhaps something is handed across, I can never see well enough from my vantage point, and then the visiting car drives off. I am not getting involved in that, too dodgy and too risky. He and I exchange greetings occasionally, but that is as much as.

I had been to the Gym, the one I use is on the other side of town. A few muscle boys pumping iron and flexing whilst looking in mirrors. Not for me. I just use a few of the exercise machines to try and get a tone and build a little strength. I am an office boy, not a gym hunk. The rain was absolutely hammering down when I left the gym and I got soaked just going to the car. Weather, they just can’t get it right these days, if rain had been forecast I would have taken a coat, but it wasn’t and so I just had my gym gear on. Luckily it is a wicking fabric and dries quite quickly. As I was approaching town I saw a very bedraggled girl at the bus stop, she lived on our estate but apart from the occasional nod of hello, I knew very little of her, not even her name, I think she had left school, but what she actually did, I had no idea. I pulled the car up next to her and wound the window down.

“Are you going home, you are soaked, do you want a lift back?” I called out to her.

She nodded and got into the car. She really was soaked, almost literally to the skin, her clothes clung to her becoming almost transparent with their wetness. ‘Crikey’ I thought, ‘I hope mine aren’t see through too.

“Thank you,” she said, “I must have missed the bus, and it is half an hour to the next one and I can’t afford an Uber.”

“Oh no problem, and if it had been me, I would have no idea how to get an Uber, and even if I did, they would probably refuse to let me in because I was too wet or something equally stupid”

She laughed a little and hugged her arms to her chest. I had the heater on full and blowing full bore, but I doubt she would even begin to dry out before we got home. It took about 15 minutes to get back to the estate, “You’ll have to tell me which one is yours, I only know approximately which one you live in.”

“It’s number 33, just on the bend”

I pulled up outside her house, “Right then here you are, home safe, I am on the other side at number 16”

“Yes, I know,” she said, “do you want to come in and have a coffee, as a sort of thank you for saving me?”

I had pretty much dried out by now so had no fear of inappropriate weather related clothing malfunctions, had little else to do for a while and thought ‘why the hell not?’

“Yes please that’ll be nice.”

I followed her to the house, both of us rushing through the rain and we were in quickly without me getting too wet.

“You know where the kitchen is, put the kettle on, I will go and change out of these wet clothes’ she said over her shoulder as she ran upstairs. Yes, very wet clothes, nothing really left to an imagination, and my imagination is somewhat fertile.

I walked through to the kitchen, untidy, dirty dishes waiting to be washed, a gap where the dishwasher would go. I filled the kettle and as it came up to boil I looked through the cupboards looking for mugs and coffee. In the fridge I found some oat based milk, not any regular cow juice. That started me wondering if her and her mum were vegan? I have no issues with veganism as a food culture, just some of the extreme politics that seem to go with it do tend to irk me.

She came down, wearing in a robe, a towel wrapped around her head.

“Right then, I think I found everything,” I said, “how do you have your coffee and are these mugs I found okay to use?”

“They are fine, just black, mum has some oat stuff in the fridge if you want milk and I can find sugar if you need that.”

I made her a mug of black coffee and myself a white coffee using the ‘oat stuff’ from the fridge. She topped her mug up with cold tap water. “Let’s go and sit in the lounge’ she said walking off out of the kitchen.

“I don’t know you name” I said, “in fact I don’t know much about you at all.”

She sat in the single chair; I sat opposite on the sofa. There was a small side table

that I put my coffee on. I didn’t get the sense that they cared about coasters or the such.

“Oh okay, mum is Lena, I am Henry, which is short for Henrietta which is the stupidest name ever given to a girl and so I have a boys name. Dad fucked off years ago, can’t even remember him, and I blame him for my stupid name. I am learning hair cutting and lashes but the salon I am at is stupid and I hate it.”

Okay! Crikey she poured that out.

“Okay Henry, nice to meet you. I am Jason, my OH is Jools. I am a consulting engineer and I work mostly from home, usually works from an office in the commercial estate on the edge of town. We don’t have kids with each other, this is a second marriage for both of us.”

Bit of a full and frank exchange going on here, I kind of followed her lead I guess, odd for me, I am usually quite introverted, but I think her open approach may have bought me out of myself a little.

“Been to the gym?” she asked, “only you don’t look dressed for much else, or do you normally walk around like that? Wearing shorts I thought you might be a postman, only ours wears shorts all the time.”

“Yes, no rain was forecast so I just had my gym gear on, and was pissed off that it was chucking it down when I came out of the gym. I got soaked just running to the car.” Well, if she is going to drop F bombs, I can use fruity language too.

“Yes, I saw how wet your clothes were when I got in the car, but yours dried quickly, unlike mine, which were still wet and disgusting when we got back. Probably ruined.”

“Funny how clothes get all transparent when they are wet.” I do need to engage my brain before I open my mouth sometimes. I am stupid. Stupid thing to say.

“Oh, right. Well, I hope you enjoyed the view”

Christ. I picked the mug up and started hiding my face behind it as I drank the coffee. The oat stuff wasn’t too bad, okay in coffee, not sure how it would taste in tea, Earl Grey is not that forgiving of milk, and Earl Gray is what I usually drink.

“Have I embarrassed you? Only I say what I think, mum says I have no filter, but I think you should just be honest when you speak”

“Er, no, I am a bit too long in the tooth and old to be embarrassed,” I lied.

“So you didn’t answer my question”

What was she going on about? “What question?”

“I asked you if you enjoyed the view, you know, through my transparent clothes. Is that why you stopped to pick me up?”

“Jesus Henry, no, I stopped to pick you up because you were wet and you live near me. I was half expecting you to say no anyway.”

“You still haven’t answered my question”

“I didn’t enjoy the view because I didn’t look closely enough. I was just offering you a lift” I was lying. I knew that and I suspect that she knew that. Her clothes had been so wet that I could tell she didn’t shave. And yes I looked.

“Hhmm only your eyes seemed to be looking. Am I not worth looking at?”

“I think I ought to get going Henry. Thank you for the coffee” This was in danger of getting out of hand, she was years younger than me, far too young for me to be interested that is for sure. I was pretty sure she was playing a game, but I thought it prudent to leave before it got out of hand.

“You have done it again, avoided my question. It is up to you if you want to leave.”

She stood up and as she did so her robe opened. She was naked underneath and clearly unshaven, as her wet clothes earlier had suggested.

“Er, Henry, your robe” I said looking away far too slowly I am sure.

“I asked you a question number 16, am I not worth looking at?”

“Stop playing games Henry, I am more than twice your age. Anyway, I prefer a mown lawn.”

“What? Like a little girl? Are you a Paedo? My mum shaves hers off I think it is disgusting” She pulled her robe too and sat back down.

“No, not like a little girl, a grown woman has shape and definition and is beautiful to look at, a tangle of hair is not my thing, it gets stuck between your teeth for one thing. A young girl just has a crease between her legs, no shape, no definition, not my thing at all. And I don’t think I needed to know that your mom shaves her fanny.” I thought I would return the serve and use some blunt language.

“So, not little girls, so you prefer older woman with bald cunts, like my mum, to girls in their prime like me?” Top trumped me on the language.

She really was in some kind of strange place and I had no idea how we had gotten on to this topic. I was a little concerned at how this was going.

“Yes.” It seemed sensible to try and tone the conversation down.

“Have you even seen my mum?”

“What, naked? No of course not”

“Do you want to?”

“What?”

“See my mum naked.”

“Well it is unlikely that I will now isn’t it?”

“I could send you video or photos of her.”

“What? Naked? Why would she let you do that?”

“She wouldn’t know, and If I did, what would you send me back?”

“Jesus Henry, nothing, I don’t have anything to send you.”

“Give me your mobile number, I’ll whatsapp you and discuss this more, only I need to go and get dressed, I am cold.”

I gave her my number without even thinking what I was doing. I was still stunned by the events, she really did have no filter and seemingly no shame either. I just really wanted to get out of there. Had she been 20 or more years older then I would probably have been trying it on first, but she was little more than a child and she seemed, well, weird.

When I got home I stripped and went in the shower. The hot water made me feel better and I began to put the strange events of earlier to the back of my mind. She was the kind of girl who could lead you on and then shout rape. I didn’t need jailbait in my life. I relaxed as the needle jets played over my penis and scrotum giving an incredible almost orgasmic sensation, it made me hard and horny and I thought of Jools naked and put the silly girl out of my mind.

Jools had gone to work and I was working from home. I had a couple of hours to kill before my next Zoom, and as the weather was okay, that is it wasn’t raining, I decided to go and pick the leaves and odd bits of rubbish that seemed to congregate on our front lawn.

“Hi Jason” it was Greeta from next door but one.

“Hi Greeta, how’s things?”

“Good, well, actually, could you give me a hand with something?”

“Probably, I guess it depends on what, I am not good at cutting hair for example”

“Idiot. No, I had some IKEA stuff delivered, could you help me take it upstairs?”

“Yes, okay, now? Only I have a little time before my next meeting, and I could do with a break from the rubbish picking”

“Fine, come on in.”

I wiped my shoes on her door mat as I went in and then slipped them off and left them by the front door, her downstairs was carpeted and I didn’t want to leave any marks from my shoes, even though I had wiped them.

“Oh silly, you could have left them on” Greeta said, “this is it” she said pointing at a long heavy looking box. Probably 6’ long and 2’ wide. It looked rather heavy.

“Okay Greeta let’s see how heavy it is.” I rocked it, and yes it was heavy. I probably could lift it on my own, but I would rather not.

“We should be able to do this between us,” I said. “You take the top end and then as you go upstairs I will take the bulk of the weight.”

Between us we managed to get it up the stairs and into her back bedroom.

“Crikey that thing is heavy” I said as I leaned back against the wall.

“Yes it is a big set of drawers.”

“Ah, drawers for your drawers” I laughed.

I think she meant to give me a thank you peck on the cheek, but as she leaned in, me unawares, I turned my head and she caught my lips, not my cheek. I automatically kissed back. She pulled back and looked directly into my eyes. She said nothing but leaned forward again and this time kissed me intentionally. Her lips pressed hard against mine. I kissed back and put an arm around her shoulder and synched her into me. I felt her breasts press against my chest and I felt my hardness press against her.

I ran my hand around her breast and then down and I rubbed her sex through her clothes. She made a small gasp and pressed herself to me. Encouraged I undid her trousers and slipped my hand inside and down.

“Oh God” she whispered softly as my finger slipped into her crease. I slid my finger up and down and the resistance became less and less. I crooked my finger and pressed inside her. Hot and slippery, I jiggled my finger inside her, feeling for the little rough patch at the upper side of her fanny. As I was jiggling she was undoing my trousers and slipped them down a bit and grabbed my cock and squeezed its hardness and began slowly stroking me.

I pulled back, she sighed as my finger left her, and I pulled her jumper up and over her head. I fumbled a little but undid her bra and released her breasts and as I suckled on her left breast, I pushed her trousers and pants down to her feet with my hands and then my left foot.

I knelt and licked at her slit, my tongue sliding up and down where my finger had been. Her knees sagged and she knelt and then lay on the floor. I pulled my Tshirt off and my chinos and trousers followed. I had my mouth pressed to her, my tongue teasing at her clitoris as I slipped my hand up under my chin and pushed a finger inside her as I licked and chewed, my finger pumping in and out, bending whilst in, straightening as it left her.

“Oh fuck Jason” she said softly, “stop messing, just fuck me already”

I am not one to ignore an instruction like that and moved up and as my cock reached her fanny, her hand took it and guided me inside her. I pressed forward slowly, entering her until she had fully enclosed me, and then she put her legs around me pressing me into her. I pulled slightly back and then thrust forward with all that I had. Greeta gasped loudly as I buried my cock as deep as I could and then sighed as I pulled back. Faster and faster we fucked, both of us panting as we rutted on her carpet floor, a fuck as unexpected as it was deeply pleasurable. I felt the familiar tightening and seemed to find extra and pushed harder and deeper, her hands were clawing at my back as she pulled me into her.

I gasped loudly and felt my spurts penetrate her deeply.

“Oh shit” I gasped, “Oh my God.”

She rubbed her hands across my back, her breath gasping as she held me.

“Oh fuck, wow.” She said. Well, that wasn’t a big negative as I hadn’t even thought about a condom and had just filled her with my man juices.

“Wow indeed” I said, “This wasn’t how I was expecting my morning to turn out.”

“Me either. Did you…?”

“Yes, I am sorry, I just kinda got carried away”

“Don’t worry, we both did. I better go and clean up” She pulled her pants from her trousers and pushed them between her legs and rolled onto her knees and then to her feet and went to the bathroom.

I pulled my underpants on, my trousers and tea shirt and stood up, a little unsteady for a moment and then I was fine. Greeta came back in, naked, but with a wad of tissue between her legs.

She looked at me and smiled, “I guess that is going to be dripping for the rest of the day!”

“Oh, yes, sorry”

“Don’t be. Now, be a good man and fuck off home, I need a shower.”

Ash

The day was quite busy. I had some Zoom calls, and I had a rather terse encounter with my man at one of my sites. He seemed to think that because the civil servants were working from home, i.e. doing nothing, that he didn’t have to do anything either. I explained to him in simple terms. He worked for me. Doing nothing was not an option unless he wanted to leave the job, right now, this instant. He could then go home and do nothing. That was fine. He would of course not receive the very handsome sum I was paying him. He could stay but he would have to work twice as hard because the civil servants were not working. He was not happy, I didn’t give a shit. He stayed. Of course. These contracts were becoming very difficult with so many people demanding the right to work from home. When they worked from home they did nothing in the office, and it was in the office that my contract demanded results. Ah well. It had taken my mind of the tryst, the unexpected tryst.

After we had dinner Jools pointed out to me that we hadn’t, for a while. Was I going off her? ‘Are you looking for a younger model?’ she asked. I think she was joking, I leant forward and softly kissed her lips, my tongue gently teasing between them, my right hand caressing her left breast through her blouse. I felt her nipple harden as I tweaked at it, my lips still gentle on hers and my left hand crept under her skirt and stroked between her legs. Naughty girl wasn’t wearing panties.

“Mmmm” she murmured into my face, “I thought that you had forgotten the way.”

“Oh no baby will never lose the way to your jewellery box,” I replied as my finger pressed between her legs and entered her, my thumb pressing down on her clitoris. I felt her hands at my belt as she undid it and pulled my zip down, eased my trousers and underpants down and took my hard cock in her hand. She has a way, no one else seems to have the touch that Jools has, she pulls my skin back and rubs the edge of my rim as she gently squeezes my balls. God I almost explode every time she does it.

I eased my way down and licked along the valley of her sex, wet and wanting, my finger still inside her, pressing up as my tongue pressed down, pressing and pushing I felt her fanny tighten and begin to squeeze and I eased a second finger into her arse, timing my pushes as her contractions eased.

I began rhythmically pumping into her fanny and her arse and at the same time I was gently chewing and pressing at her clitoris. She began to lift off the settee, her back arching and her contractions getting stronger. Jools gasped, clamped down on me tightly and gushed as she climaxed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck” she gasped her nails digging painfully into my back, something I was glad of after the earlier episode with Greeta, at least that would cover up any marks that she had left, I could blame them all on Jools.

“Oh god Jase. Give me a minute and I will see to you, Jeez.”

“Baby,” I said softly, “we can wait until tomorrow, but then I want your arse.”

“Okay, okay, anything you want, Jesus, I am seeing stars. Fuck” In honesty I was a little sore after the session with Greeta and Jools deserved my full attention, and a night to let my cock and balls further recover would benefit me and in turn, Jools.

“Are you sure you don’t mind waiting, you can have me if you want” Jools said as she kissed me, “I don’t want it to be one sided, ever.”

“Baby of course I don’t mind. Work was shitty and I would rather sleep on it and put that to bed so I could give you my full attention. If you don’t mind waiting, then I don’t mind waiting.”

“Okay sweetie” and she snuggled into me, her hand resting on my upper thigh, millimetres from my softening cock. If she had gone back and resumed her ministrations, I doubt I could have waited until tomorrow, it was difficult enough, but whilst I was not being touched, I could hold on. Greeta’s touch had been so recent that it felt real in my memory, real enough that there was a risk that I could use the wrong name in the moment, and that was too dangerous to contemplate. I tried to never use a real name during sex, always, ‘baby’ or ‘love’ or something similar. A throwback to my teen years where I had once accidentally called a girl by the wrong name. That lesson was hard learned and never forgotten.

“Morning Jase, fancy a brew?” It was Ash from number 27, a couple of doors away on the other side of the street. I had just got back from the post office and Jools was still at the Gym.

“Okay Ash, yeah, I have a few minutes.” I walked over the road to Ash’s, the car locked as the car key moved out of range. Ash was somewhere in his 40’s and lived alone. I knew he worked but had no idea where, and I was pretty sure he worked shifts, but if I am honest, I wasn’t really interested enough to ask.

Inside his house was immaculate, with nick-nacks and ornaments dotted around and art on the walls, not what I expected from a bloke that lived alone. Not exactly minimalist in furniture, but not too much. It looked comfortable and probably relatively easy to clean.

“Breakfast or Earl?” Ash called from the kitchen. I walked through as the kettle was coming to the boil.

“Earl please, splash of milk, no sugar.”

“Coming up, bag left in the mug or removed?”

“Oh, leave it in, it slowly brews to its full flavour that way, I’m sure not precious about a teabag.”

I watched him as he constructed the teas, I was glad to see the mugs were porcelain, not Earthenware or plastic. He handed me my tea and I went through and sat on the settee, Ash followed and sat opposite in the armchair. “So,” he said, “what’s occurring in your neck of the woods?”

“Oh, not a lot, quite busy with a few contracts I have, luckily, I can run most of them from my laptop at home, and that’s about it I think Ash. How about you?”

“Well, that’s just the thing. Not much happening really. Work is, well, let’s just say mundane makes it sound exiting, and my love life is pretty dead. But at least I am alive and kicking, alive and kicking. You seem to be getting it about a bit, which surprised me a bit to be honest.”

“What on earth do you mean, ‘getting it about’ and why would that surprise you?” Is this why he had invited me in for a drink, to gossip? Kind of odd I thought.

“Oh, I see things, you seem to have spent some time at Greeta’s and up at that woman Lena with the daughter with the boy’s name. And Margo over the road was asking about you too, nosey cow she is.”

Him calling her a nosey cow? Crikey that was a bit rich.

“Nothing to say really, I rescued Lena’s daughter, Henry, from the rain the other day and popped in to make her a cup of tea to warm her up whilst she went up and got herself dried and out of the wet clothes, and as for Greeta, I just helped her with a heavy Ikea box, no idea why that would surprise you, don’t think I have spoken to Margo apart from a hello across the street.”

“Really, okay, fair enough, I can keep stum don’t worry. You know I’m gay I presume?”

Well, no, I didn’t. I had no idea and I didn’t care frankly. “No, what difference does it make?”

“Well, my gaydar is usually spot on shall we say. Although it can get a little confused when the reality I see is at odds with the vibes I feel.”

“Ash, I have no idea what you are talking about, I really don’t” I didn’t. First he was going on about me spending time in female neighbours houses as if I was up to something, and then he was rabbiting on about gaydar.

“No? Okay, fair enough, I must have it wrong is all.”

“Ash, I have no idea what you are going on about, got what wrong? You seemed interested why I was in some of the ladies’ houses and then you are on about gaydar, you really are making no sense.”

“Well, I know some gay, or probably more accurately Bi, men who hide it by spending time with women, as if to say ‘look at me, nothing gay to see here, I fuck women’.

“Jesus Ash. I don’t give a fuck about sexuality and who people fuck, and I have no interest at all in who fucks who.”

“So, you have never fucked a bloke?”

Well, of course I have, but that is nothing to do with Ash. “Ash I do not have to answer that question, not because you think I am gay and are trying to trick me into confirming it, but because I don’t discuss my sex life with anyone. If, and it is a big if, if I were to have a liaison or affair, then the only two people that would know would be the two of us involved. I do not discuss personal matters like that with anyone.”

“Why not? It’s just sex, it’s just a fuck. Answer me this, what is the difference between fucking a woman in the arse and fucking a man in the arse?”

“There you go again, trying to trick me into saying I know the difference between a male and female arse. I am not discussing it Ash.”

“I think if you saw my arse you would want to plunge your cock in to it, you could pretend to yourself that my arse was your wife’s arse which I am sure you fuck regularly.”

I just shook my head and sipped at my tea. Something had gotten into him, God only knows what, but this was a strange conversation. I could understand it after a few too many beers, but after barely drunk tea? I just sipped my tea. I really had no desire to see his arse.

“Ash, I’m going to go, I have a load of work to do, thanks for the tea, we’ll chat another time.” I got up, this really was too odd.

“Run away then man, run away from what you are.” There was no aggression, he just sat there, a sad look on his face. I shut the door behind me.

I got a WhatsApp request from an unknown number, I confirmed it was okay to receive, well I could always block if necessary. It was a picture of a woman getting out of the shower, her legs apart enough that I had a clear view of her naked hairless fanny. The woman was not looking at the camera, so I wondered if she knew the photo was being taken. She was probably late 30’s, early 40’s, boobs a nice size with rather large nipples. A bit of a tummy on her, blond hair down to her shoulders. Yeah, nice. But I had no idea who she was nor who had sent it. Henry’s mom was a possibility for the woman, so probably from Henry, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t reply or comment, but I saved the photo just in case it decided to auto delete before I had a chance to have a good look at it.

Jools came home early, unlike her. “God I am fucking mad” were her words of greeting.

“Er, okay, nice to see you back early, why are you mad?”

“I work in a security firm, you would think that they took security seriously, but no, oh no. The system has been hacked. Ransomware. Can’t do anything without computers, can’t use the computers. IT people are in trying to sort it, and then there will be a forensic investigation to find out how it got in and who, if anyone, broke what, if any rules. So, go home and come back on Monday was the decision from the Board. They don’t want any of us in there getting in the way of IT.”

“More like they don’t want a guilty person trying to cover their tracks” I suggested.

“So, a long weekend that I didn’t need.”

“But nice though. We can spend some time together.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“Sorry. I’m just mad.”

“I noticed.”

“It is just so annoying.”

“Yes, you said. Are they going to pay the ransom?”

“No, we take daily backups which are kept and then each backup is compared to the previous days and all changes copied out to a separate database, it’s all very technical and I am sure I have not explained it properly, but basically, they can restore to a previous safe backup. The subsequent work can be isolated from the infected system and so the worst we lose is a day’s work, but that all takes time. So, no, they are not going to pay, they just have to involve the Government Cyber Security people, and you know how slow Government works.”

“Only too well Jools, only too well.” Well, the mood Jools was in told me I was getting no personal attention today, neither at home nor away.

I was getting into the car when Ash called across. “Jace, you got a minute?”

I turned and walked towards him, “just a minute Ash, I have to go and get some documents in the post.”

“Look I just wanted to apologise. The doc gave me some new tablets and they seemed to mess with me a bit. Okay?”

“Ash, it’s fine, I am not and was not offended, I guessed that you were not being yourself.”

“Well, thing is, I am, you know, what I said. Gay”

“Ash, I don’t care what anyone’s sexuality is. As long as you are not fucking goats or children I don’t give a shit where you put your cock. Now, sorry, but I really have to get to the post office.”

Ash was preying on my mind a bit as I sorted the post, I am not averse to a bit of man action, but it would need to be somewhat more discrete than Ash is at the moment. I couldn’t trust him to keep quiet. It wasn’t gay sex I wanted kept quiet, it was any sex. I really don’t want anything getting back to Jools. I don’t mind playing around, and obviously that applies to Jools playing around too, but discretion is paramount. What I don’t know about I am not going to stress about, and it is the same for Jools. The house of cards that is our marriage would come tumbling down if things came into the open. As I pulled onto the drive two women stood there and they waited for me to open the car door.

“Hello,” One of them said, “Can we talk to you about the Lord.”

Bloody hell God Botherers. I decided on some sport. Jools was probably at the gym as she wasn’t home.

“Why, yes of course. Would you care for a cup of tea?” I bet that wasn’t the usual response, I expected that usually they would be told to go away, and often perhaps not so politely.

“Oh, er yes, that would be lovely” replied the woman that had initially spoken.

“Yes, thank you” her companion added.

I opened my front door and ushered them in. “Grab a seat and I will just pop the kettle on.”

I made some tea and then went back to join them. They were sat on the sofa, so I sat in the arm chair opposite them.

“Well then ladies, what do you want to say?” I asked with a smile on my face, I doubted they were ready for what was about to come their way.

“The Lord and how he fills our life with joy and how he can fill your life with joy too.” Said number 1.

“Yes,” said number 2, “pure joy and bliss.”

“Oh”, I said, “obviously not the same Lord I thought of then.” Gently back at them.

“What do you mean?” Asked number 1.

“Well, the Lord I know off gave every human being the means of having great joy in the company of another but then banned them from enjoying it.”

“I don’t understand” said number 2, number 1 just shook her head.

“Well then let me explain.” Okay, here we go. “Sexual pleasure. It is the most profound pleasure that can be enjoyed between 2 people, yet your religion says it is wrong. Intercourse is just for producing babies. In fact I bet your husbands just lay on you, finish and then roll off. No attempt to ensure that you have received the pleasure that you should, the pleasure that the Lord designed your body to achieve.”

“What our husbands do is not your concern” Number 1 said looking me straight in the eyes.

“You are right, it is not my concern, but it should be yours. And I do not want to discuss your husbands, I am just using them as an example that you can relate to. Sex is often referred to as love making, as in an expression of love between 2 people, and love brings pleasure and joy, and so should sex. Only you can know if your husbands give you joy and pleasure, or just takes relief for himself. I do not want to know. But my point is, if you believe that the Lord created man and then woman, you must believe that he put all these wonderful pleasure points in our body. So my point is, why does religion that praises this Lord, prevent us from enjoying the and experiencing the pleasure joy and bliss that our bodies are capable off, that the Lord put there when he created us?”

Number 2 looked at me and then at number 1. “You are an agent of the devil. I shall not listen to this. Come on Margaret, we are leaving.”

I smiled at them, they of course had no answer, but I wasn’t going to get into a full-scale debate obviously, they just wanted to live by their existing rules, not question anything, and then run away. I had not questioned the existence of God, just the religion that controls believers.

After they had scurried off, Margaret somewhat reluctantly I thought, I had some zoom meetings to arrange so it was a busy time in the home office. During one of the zooms my phone pinged with a message, I ignored it until my meeting was finished.

Henry

‘I left my purse at home, if you are in town, could I grab a lift home. H.’ It was from the same number that sent me the picture of the nude woman, so the nude woman was Henry’s mum then. Interesting. The rest of my day was free so I texted back ‘yes, where are you? J.’

A few minutes later I was slowly pulling up by the Bus station looking for her. There she was. I blipped my horn to grab her attention and unlocked the doors. She clambered in. “thanks”

“It’s okay” I said, “Jases Taxi Company at your service”

“Funny. Not. “

“I thought it clever actually.”

“You never replied to the picture I sent you.”

“Well why would I? I had no idea who it was from or who it was of. It could have been a special photo accidentally sent to the wrong phone number. That could have been very embarrassing to the sender if I had replied and that had been the case.”

“Well, what did you think?”

“Very nice, I would. What would your mum say if she knew I had a photo of her naked?”

“You would what?”

“You know what, and you avoided my question.”

“You would shag her you mean?”

“Obviously, of course if she wanted to, and you are still avoiding my question.”

“She would go absolutely fucking nuts.”

“So, you don’t want me to show he the picture and explain how I got it then?”

“Eurgh, I can’t imagine my mother shagging anyone.”

“Oh? Well, you know the mechanics of it, what goes where and all that, shouldn’t be too difficult to imagine, I mean, you know exactly what she looks like with her clothes off.”

“Don’t know what you look like though do I? I mean you never showed me or sent me a picture.”

“Why would I expose myself to you? I can see no benefit to me.”

“Why are you such a dick? Give me your hand.”

I moved my left hand over to her and she took it and before I could react she had pushed my hand up her skirt. She had no pants on and the hair was gone too. I pulled my hand back.

“Why did you do that? I thought you hated it, you said made you look like a little girl.”

“Why did you pull your hand away?”

“Christ Henry, I am driving the car, and I am not in a relationship with you where it is appropriate for me to touch your fanny”

“You wouldn’t have pulled your hand away if my mum had done it. You would have fingered her? Why not me?”

“What is it with you? Fingering, as you so delicately put it, is not really an activity to be undertaken whilst driving a car. There is probably a law against it. Your mum would not have pushed my hand onto her fanny whilst we were out driving.”

“She might. You would have fingered her, and you would have got hard” As she said that she rubbed her hand across my groin and yes, I was hard, hard as fuck, no hiding it.

“So what made you hard, touching me or thinking of my mum?”

“Neither, you don’t know men very well, we also get hard when we need to the loo, which is exactly where I shall be headed after I have dropped you off.”

“Liar liar pants on fire. You got hard thinking of fingering me. Putting your finger inside me, moving it in and out, feeling how wet I am, ready for your cock to slide inside me, to fuck me, fuck my fresh young cunt. Admit it. You want to fuck me, your cock already gave the answer away.”

“Henry. No. Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, I just need a piss.”

She rubbed her hand over my groin again and pulled my zip down, pushing her hand inside and grabbed my cock. I have to be honest, yes, I could have stopped her. In fact I should have pulled over and told her to get out of the car. What I did do was pull into the Asda car park which was right by us and park away from all the other cars and let her do what she wanted. She undid my trousers and was able to pull my cock free. It was wrong. It felt so good, but it was wrong. She started to wank me, so she knew what to do.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not, you obviously like it.”

“Because what happens is not something I can control. There will be a mess. Stop it. Please.”

She didn’t stop. She used her other hand to pull her skirt up and expose her fanny, freshly shaved, her inner lips glistening where they poked out. Jesus that was a sight for sore eyes.

“Don’t Henry.”

“I will stop if you finger me.”

“Jesus Henry, I can’t finger you in Asda’s car park.”

“Why not? I have your cock in my hand in Asda car park and if I don’t stop apparently you are going to make a mess.”

Practically, she was obviously inexperienced. If I started fingering her, I could get lost in the moment and ejaculate, but I was not going to let it get that far. I held her hand and stopped her wanking me. “Not here. Put your fanny away and let me put my cock away.”

“So where then? Where will you finger me whilst I get your cock to make a mess? Where? My bedroom? Your bedroom? The one you share with your wife? Where?”

I managed to do my trousers back up despite my raging boner. Christ how had I gotten myself into this mess? She was unstable and driven by hormones and that made her unpredictable.

“I took a photo of your cock, so at least I have that to look at now. I might even send it to my mum, she might want to shag you when she sees it.” She turned her phone towards me, there was a picture of my undone trousers and my cock standing proud. Jesus.

“So where and when?”

“Christ, I don’t know, it’s all wrong.”

“Is your wife at home tomorrow?”

“Yes, her office is temporarily closed she is working from home.”

“Mum is at work, so you will have to come to me then.”

“I can’t just leave the house without a valid reason.”

“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”

“I can’t, she would see the car at your house.”

“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”

Jools was still in a bit of a mood and so I retired to the other room and gave some thought to what I was going to do. I could not let that girl get the better of me and have something over me. I went back to Jools.

“I have a problem.”

“Oh, what?”

“It is serious.”

“How serious?”

“Very. You know that girl up the road, I gave her a lift home earlier.”

“So?”

“We were stuck in traffic, and I know this sounds ridiculous, and she grabbed my hand and stuck it up her skirt, and then before I knew what was happening she pulled my zip down and grabbed my cock.”

“Oh come on, really?”

“Yes, it was one of those I can’t believe this is happening moments.”

“Well, what is the problem? You didn’t fuck her I assume?”

“No, of course not. I pulled my hand away from her as soon as I realised what she had done, and then pulled her hand off me. Thing is my cock was semi hard because I needed a wee.”

“I can’t believe you. You are the only man in the world that this could happen to.”

“She has told me that I have to go to hers tomorrow and shag her otherwise she is going to tell everyone I forced myself on her.”

“You fucking twat.”

“What do I do?”

“Have you got anything on her?”

“Well, sort of.”

“What?”

“She sent me a nude photo of her mum that her mum doesn’t know she took.”

“I know I am going to regret asking this, why the fuck is she sending you nude photos of her mother?”

“It’s a long story, needless to say I have done nothing with it and didn’t want it. So I suppose I could threaten to tell her mum if she doesn’t back off?”

“No. That is not going to work, not coming from you. Send me the photo, I shall go and see her mum and have a chat. You, you never let yourself be alone with that girl ever again. You do not text her or speak to her.”

Shame really, I guess I shall now not get proper ‘knowledge’ of Henry’s mum. At least this should get her off my back. Jools thinks she knows that I wouldn’t have done anything, and that I am just unfortunate. This is because I am careful enough to tell her stuff that makes me look stupid, in her eyes, but with enough truth that I have deniability of anything worse. Jools knows that nothing could have happened otherwise I wouldn’t be saying anything, she thinks I would try and cover it up, if there was anything to cover up. Which of course there is, but Jools doesn’t know that, and with the version of the truth I gave her, it doesn’t matter what Henry says, it will just not sound ‘right’ to Jools’ ears.

Crisis averted.

I was sipping a single malt when Jools came back. “Sorted.”

“How?” I asked.

“It seems your little friend has a bit of a history of this. Just don’t ever find yourself alone with her and block her number on your phone. Her mother, Lena, who is rather nice, is mortified at the photo and that you have seen her naked. I assured her that you have deleted the picture. You have deleted it, haven’t you?”

‘No. Because it has the meta data that shows who sent it, and so that would be my defence. I would rather hang on to it, just in case, but I will put it in archive. And before you ask, no, I have not been ogling it.”

“Hhmm. Okay, but if I ever find you have looked at that picture then I shall have your balls as earrings.”

“Okay, okay.”

“You can be a stupid sod, you really can. God knows how you have lived this long.”

‘Well,’ I thought, ‘that is because you don’t know, nor will ever know, what I really get up to.’

Greeta

I did not go round at 0930 as instructed, I had blocked her number on my phone, and after Jools had interceded I felt a fair bit of relief. Jools had gone back to the office to start the preparations to getting everything back working again. They were calling people back a few at a time and reconnecting them to the IT system, rather than just call everyone back. Jools, as one of the more senior staff, was amongst the first to be recalled. She had left home with strict instructions to not see or talk to of text that ‘silly girl’ again. I wondered if Henry’s mum had given Henry the same instructions about that ‘old man’ from down the street. She probably thought I was a pervert.

I was just getting out of the car when Greeta called me. “Coffee?”

‘Why not?’ I thought, ‘who knows where it might end. “Yes, that’ll be lovely.”

As I shut her door behind me, she asked “Do you really want coffee, or shall we continue where we left off last time?”

I closed in on her, pulled her face to mine and kissed her. “You taste so much better than coffee” I said softly.

She pulled away and started going upstairs. I followed, pulling my shirt over my head and off as I went. Greeta went into her bedroom, I followed leaving the door open, and pulled off my trousers. Greeta had removed her top and was stood before me in just her panties. I gently pushed her backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell back. I knelt between her open legs and lowered my face until I was almost touching her groin, and then I slowly moved my head, inhaling her aroma, my nose only very lightly touching her panties, like a gossamer touch, so light, almost not there, yet, still perceptible to Greeta. my fingers started to roam along her panty edges, occasionally slipping under the elastic, between skin and material, still inhaling, intoxicated by her scent.

I lowered my head just a little and ran my tongue very slowly across her sex, the texture of her panties stimulating as I moved down beyond the bottom of her valley into the back zone. I felt the heat as it rose from her, her scent intensified as her arousal lubricated her.

I slipped my fingers into the waist of her panties and pulled them gently down, stopping when the crease of her sex was revealed. I kissed gently along by the waist of her panties, kissing her pubis as I slowly eased my fingers into the gusset of her underwear. As my tongue probed at her sex, darting down into her sex, my fingers gently massaged her outer labia.

I stopped stroking her labia and eased her panties fully down. Her sex was glistening and heat rose from her. I gently teased her labia apart to reveal the pink inner lips, wet with arousal and using my tongue I stroked her inner lips, softly, in turn first her left and then her right, all the time trying to avoid contact with the valley floor of her sex.

Her clitoris was peeking at the top of her sex and her vagina was open and twitching at the bottom, I had a choice, up or down, top or bottom. I dipped down and licked around her vagina before pushing in as far as I could. Her taste was a sublime saltiness with an edge of femininity and in my view there is no aphrodisiac like it. I am told oysters are supposed to invoke it, but for me, they come nowhere near. There is nothing like the taste of a woman.

As I penetrated her with my tongue I gently circled her clitoris with my thumb, occasionally pressing, but always returning to a very light circling motion. I moved my head down a little, my tongue now lapping at her pucker, my nose sliding in her valley and then pressing at her vagina. Greeta lifted her pelvis and began arching her back, her fingers were scrunching the bedding and her breath became louder, deeper and stuttering and then she held her breath, she thrust into my face, my nose burying into her vagina and she let out a long breath and gasped.

“Oh fuck you bastard, Jesus, really, fuck?”

I got up and lay next to her on the bed as she took large gasps of air.

“God it was all I could do to not squirt, it came very close.”

“Would be fine it you did, you should never hold back, if it wants to flow, let it flow.”

“But you would get covered.”

“It’s fine, really, it is not an issue at all.”

“Your turn now.”

Yes, I rather hoped it would be my turn now.

She rolled over and took my cock in her mouth, gently sucking as she rolled her tongue around my rim. She took my balls in her hand and softly rolled them between her fingers as she took me deeper into her mouth.

Coffee Revelation

I was sitting minding my own business in Costa when Henry just plonked herself down next to.

“I am not supposed to see you,” Henry said, “mum forbade it.”

“So, why are you here then?”

“Because I saw you and I want to see you.”

“You can’t see me, your mum has forbidden it, and my wife has forbidden it too.”

She put her hands up to her face, like in that Scream painting.

“Oh no, forbidden what ever shall we do? Oh no, we shall go to jail”

I just looked at her and shook my head and went back to my Costa.

“I needed to see you, to explain.”

“Explain what Henry? Nothing to explain, just get yourself a boy friend and leave me alone.”

“It was my dad.”

“What do you mean it was your dad?” I knew, just knew I was going to regret this.

“When I turned thirteen mum used to go out in the evenings, nightschool.”

“Okay, so?”

“He wanted me to help him.”

“Help him what?

“He sat next to me on the settee and said I was beautiful, like mum when she was young.”

I knew this was going to be something I regretted. “Go on.”

“I loved my dad and I cuddled him and told him I loved him. He said he wished I could love him the way mum loved him, and how that would make him happy.”

This sounded classic abuser speak, not that I am an expert in such things.

“I told him that I loved him more than mum and I would always make him happy. He said that he wished I could, and I said of course I could. I had no idea really what dad meant, I just wanted to make him happy. He said for me to kiss him like mum did, that would make him happy. So I turned and sat on his lap and kissed him. I hadn’t done proper kissing, ever, and I didn’t know mum kissed differently than just touching lips, you know?”

“How old were you? Thirteen?”

“Yes, just.”

“And you hadn’t kissed boys at school?”

“No, just never occurred to me to do so.”

“Oh, okay.”

“He pushed his tongue into my mouth, it was weird, but I thought that must be proper kissing so I did it to him.”

“Okay, yes.”

“That is when it changed.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, that is when I learned what he had meant. He said I was helping him, but that mum always did other things to make him happy. And I was stupid, and I said that I wanted to make him happy and that I bet I could make him happy better than mum did. And that is when it started.”

“I see. I take it he?”

“Yes. That is when I learned all about what sex was. He said I mustn’t tell mum , otherwise she would be jealous that I was making him happier than she was. And then, every time mum went out, he wanted me to ‘make him happy’.”

“Bloody shit Henry.”

“I didn’t know any better, I thought it was okay, I mean, he was my dad.”

“How long did this go on?”

“A few months. Sometimes, if mum went out early he would come into my bedroom and do it in my bed. After a while mum asked me if dad ever went into my bedroom when she wasn’t there. I think she saw something on the sheets when she did the laundry. I said yes, and she asked if he touched me, and I said I wasn’t supposed to tell her. She didn’t get mad, she just said that what dad had done was wrong. I had not done anything wrong, but dad had. Next day he was gone and I have never seen him since.”

“Not a good thing to happen, you know your mum was right? You didn’t do anything wrong, you do understand that?”

“Of course, but now, I cannot look at boys, they just are too young. I like men, proper men, men who can make me happy the way I used to make my dad happy.”

“Jesus Henry, I am not that man, and if you keep on behaving the way you are, you will get into serious difficulty.”

“let’s get you home and no I am not coming in.”

Lena

I pulled up on the drive next to Jools’ car. I heard her chatting to Lena as I walked in, they were sitting in the kitchen. “Hi ladies,” I greeted them.

“Hi Hun” Jools responded,

“Hi Jase” from Lena.

“I really need to get going, I have to go and prepare a document for the Director, but I was just enjoying a coffee with Lena.” Jools said looking directly at me.

“I suppose I ought to get off too” Lena added.

“You don’t have to go Lena, you can have another coffee. I am going to make some and I would be happy to chat, I am sure you will make more sense than next door’s cat, which is my usual option when Jools goes to work.” Well, I always enjoy female company, and after the issues with Henry, Lena’s daughter, I wasn’t sure if I would get an opportunity to talk with Lena.

Jools wandered off up stairs, touch up her makeup etc I assumed, I ground some beans and made coffee. Jools came down said her goodbyes and left. I put a coffee in front of Lena and then sat down with my own coffee.

“I am sorry.”

“What for?”

“My daughter and her behaviour.”

“She told me some things.”

“What, when?”

“I was in Costa in town yesterday, and she obviously saw me and came and sat at my table. I told her I wasn’t supposed to talk to her. She said she knew, but that she wanted to explain. She told me how she had been abused by her father when she turned thirteen, and how it went on before you found out and threw him out.”

“Oh fuck.” Lena was quiet for a moment and then looked at me. “Okay Jase. It wasn’t Henry that was abused. Her father hasn’t, in fact no man, has ever lived with us since she was about a year old.”

“Oh, so just another of her stories then, just plucked out of the air.”

Lena was still looking at me and she took my hand. “No Jase, not entirely thin air.”

She squeezed my hand a little and I was sure her eyes seemed to be tearing up a little.

“Oh” I said, I mean, what else could I say?

“Henry must have found my diaries. When my mum found out, about dad I mean, after she threw him out she suggested I wrote everything down and then sealed the books away, she thought it would help me deal with it. Henry has obviously found them and read them.”

“Christ, so the things that Henry said happened to her, actually happened to you? Wow, that is heavy.” I was really unsure what to say, this was virgin territory for me, I don’t think I know anyone who was abused.

Lena released my hand and got up. She walked to the window and looked out. “I don’t know what she said to you, so I don’t know if that is what happened to me” She said, her back to me.

“Okay, well, without going into too much detail, she said her dad taught her to make him happy.”

Lena turned around and looked at me, she was crying a little. “Oh shit, that is the phrase he used. It is unusual isn’t it?”

“Lena I have no idea, as far as I know, nobody I know has been abused, so I don’t know if that is unusual. It is quite an effective description though.”

“Far more common than you think, abuse I mean, especially back then. I was just thirteen, my body was developing, and I guess that is what he noticed. Mum was out at Auntie Doreen’s, who had just had Debbie, my cousin, so mum was spending a lot of time there helping with the baby. Dad and I were sat on the settee watching tv. He said that mum had been so busy lately she hadn’t really had time for us. That is how he started it. And he went on to say that she hadn’t been able to keep making him happy and I said something stupid like I would make him happy instead.”

“Innocent words, I guess you had no idea.”

“No. No idea. I knew about the mechanics of sex of course, but hadn’t seen a man’s penis, only little boys years before, and I certainly hadn’t touched one. My best friend was Shirley, she and I talked about it a bit, and we both laughed about catching our dad coming out of the bathroom and seeing his willy, as we called it, but it was only joking. I know I never tried to do that, and I don’t think Shirley did either.”

“I have to be honest,” I said “I spent much of my early teens trying to see my mum naked. Porno magazines were sought after contraband at school, but I only wanted to see mum naked, actually anything more never entered my young teen head.” I really had been awful at home, always trying to accidentally catch my mum naked or partially undressed. I was sharing this with Lena to show that was probably normal teen behaviour, trying to see your parents nude.

“So when I said I would make him happy it turned out to be the wrong thing to say. He said that if I did, then he would be so happy, that I would be the best daughter in the world, but that it would be our very special secret, just between us, and that I must never tell anyone. Of course I promised, I was excited, I loved my dad and wanted to please him so much. And then he undid his trousers and there it was.”

“Christ, I don’t know much about this. Is this textbook abuse? Is this how they did it?”

“Yes I suppose, I don’t know. After I had finished making him happy, he said that we really had to keep this a secret, if anyone found out we would go to jail.”

“Oh Christ” I was struggling for words. “Was this I mean did he, you know, have intercourse with you, was it the full thing?”

“No, not then, at first it was just my hands, and then one day he said that we were making a mess and that mum would see when she did the laundry, and that if we could somehow stop the mess and make him happy, then that would be best.”

“So is that when he switched to intercourse?”

“No. That Is when he introduced me to oral.”

“Jesus, and you told no one, or even hinted?”

“No, I did not want daddy to go to jail, I did not care about me, but I didn’t want daddy to go to jail so I said nothing, except to Shirley.”

“What did you say to her then, everything?”

“Not at first, no. We just used to lay in our bedroom, sometimes hers, sometimes mine, and just being silly about boys. Shirley said she had seen her dad coming out of the bathroom and her dad’s willy was huge. I said that I knew that dad’s willy’s were huge, I had seen my dad’s too. I tried to demonstrate how big and she kind of guessed I must have seen it hard.”

“Wow.”

“I had to swear her to secrecy, and I told her that I had even touched my dad’s. She was all excited and wanted to know how it felt and did I just touch it. I said well, it was really hard and I just kind of said that I made him spurt. Shirley was shocked I think, and then she said that she had to find a way to touch her dads, and so we tried to hatch a plan where she would be able to. Her dad worked from home a lot, in those days that was rare, but there was an office at home that he used. Her mum worked at the supermarket. Shirley said she was going to come home for Lunch on days she thought her dad would be there. The plan was she would do things like go to the loo and leave the door open, go into her bedroom, leave the door open and change her knickers, that sort of thing, in the hopes that he would see.”

“Bloody scheming girls. Your daughter is no different, Christ it is a miracle that we men survive. Did her plan work?”

“Too well.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, she lost hers before me. After a couple of weeks of that and sitting close to him on the settee and putting her hand on his leg, he seemed to just crack one day. She said she had been to the loo and gone up to her room and had pulled her knickers off when her dad grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and, well, did it.”

“Bloody hell. Did he ever get found out?”

“No. Shirley loved it, it was just what she wanted. Before long she was having her ‘daddy time’ as she called it every day. In fact she still goes to see her dad for occasional daddy time even now.”

“Protection, did he use durex or anything?”

“No, and the amazing thing is, that neither of us got pregnant. I mean, over the years it was going on, we really should have. Both of us have since had children, so there was nothing wrong with us, we just never caught with our dads.

“Hell. I suppose at some point you and your dad finally did it.”

“Yes. Mum went to stay at Auntie Doreen’s who was going to have another baby and was helping out with Debbie who was about one I think. Daddy said that whilst mum was away I could be the mum of the house. I was excited and I made dad his tea, egg and chips I think with bread and butter. We watched TV for a bit and then daddy said that we should go to bed. When I headed to my bedroom he said that as I was mummy I should sleep in mummy’s bed. That was when he first did it.”

I looked across at her, she had stopped crying and her face had returned to a natural colour, “Are you okay talking about this? Sorry, I keep asking questions without a thought of how you must feel?” This was really heavy and I couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling.

“I have never talked about it since the day mum threw dad out and I told her what we had been doing. I wrote it down in my diary and tried to forget it. I told Shirley what my mum had said that it was wrong and illegal and that only our dad would go to jail, not us, and that it was abuse. She carried on with her dad, but we never really talked about it any more. I know that Shirley gave one of the sixth form prefects a hand job, and she described him in great detail and said he wasn’t as good as her dad, but it didn’t really excite me.”

“I hope this is not bringing back bad memories.”

“Well, it is bringing back memories, memories I had kind of forgotten, but it is okay, I know it wasn’t my fault, I know I was abused and I can handle it. I have had normal relationships with men that I have enjoyed. I have a daughter who I love, and I think I am in a good place.”

“Henry says she never sees you with men.”

“Oh, I have been discrete, I guess I was trying to kind of keep that side of things from Henry, trying to avoid the awkward questions.”

“It went on for quite a while before Mum found out. One day I was at Shirley’s, we used to lay on the bed and talk about our dads and their willy’s and her dad came into the room. He said it was time I saw how good his daughter was, and he pulled her knickers down and did it right there, in front of me. I was shocked. I had never seen anything like it. When you are doing it yourself you don’t really see much, but to see him and the size of him, and how when he was in her, how she opened around him and the movement, it was something I had never experienced before, even though I had experienced the act.”

“My God Lena.” I was lost for words. I really had no idea such perverts were amongst us, how much abuse there was.

“I know now it was wrong but back then I didn’t. When he finished he laughed and left. I could see his residue leaking out of Shirley, and I thought that must be how I looked after my dad had done it to me.”

I got up and ground some coffee and made us another couple of espresso. My heart was thumping. I was appalled at the abuse and would cheerfully part her father from his testicles if I ever met him. At the time I was conflicted, she was a very attractive woman and I would love to get her naked in to my, or her bed, and fuck her, but today seemed the wrong time to make any moves like that.

“Anyway, one day after mum came back from one of her trips to Auntie Doreen’s she was doing the laundry and she came and asked me if I had been in her bed, I said yes before I realised what I had said. She asked me if daddy had been there too. I had looked at the floor and tried to avoid her eyes. She asked if we had clothes on and I broke down and told her what had been going on since I was 13. By then of course I knew that it was wrong, but felt I was in so deep that I couldn’t do anything about it. Mum was quiet for a moment, and then she asked me if I wanted to carry on. She said I wasn’t in any trouble, but that there was not room for twowomen in dad’s bed.”

“She didn’t go ballistic or mad or anything?”

‘No, she was calm, and the way she said it I knew if I didn’t stop then she would leave, and I didn’t want that. So I told her that when it started I didn’t know it was wrong, but now I did, but I didn’t know how to stop. She said if I wanted it to stop that she would stop it right there and then. And she did. She went upstairs and put all his clothes in bags and put them outside the front door. When he came home she told him to leave or she was going to the police.”

“I am amazed she didn’t go to the police.” I mean I was, if I found out my partner had been abusing our child over several years, I would end up doing jail time for murder.”

“No. She said if she reported him I would face lots of questions and it would just make it worse for me. At the end of the day it was just sex. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. ‘Write it all down’ she had said, ‘and then try and forget about it.’ So that is what I did.”

“Christ, and did you ever see him again?”

“No. Never. Shirley’s dad asked me if I was missing my special daddy time and did I want him to be my new special daddy. I told him that if he ever touched me I was going to the police. I didn’t go round to Shirley’s house much after that, I mean she was still sleeping with him almost daily.”

Her eyes were wet again and I am useless with crying women, I never know what to do for the best. “Look” she said, “please don’t say anything about this, this is the first time I have talked about it for twenty years.”

”No, of course I won’t.” And I meant it, I would not betray that confidence, ever.

“Not even to Jools”

“No. Not even my wife.”

“I need to go. I have some thinking to do.”

What a bloody stunning afternoon. I don’t think you face things like that very often. I was pleased that she had spared me the intricate details, and as I thought about, she had recounted it the way a young teen would, it was as if she had gone back in time and was reliving it and retelling it the way she would back then.

After Jools got back we had a quiet tea, I feigned a headache, Jools had asked what Lena and I talked about, I had said, ‘not much, we had a coffee and she went.’. That evening I unblocked Henry's phone. Not sure why, but I thought just in case Lena needed help, at least Henry could contact me.

Margaret

The day after Lena’s revelations I was sitting in the lounge working, just doing some reports, final editing, that sort of thing, and there was a ring at the door. I put the laptop down and opened the door. It was Margaret, the God Botherer from the other day.

“Hello,” she said, “I am sorry to bother you.”

“It’s no bother I had just finished some work. On your own today I see?”

“Er, yes, I am just here for me, can I talk to you?

“Yes, look, come in, don’t stand on the step.”

“Are you sure it is not a problem?”

“Come in woman.” I stood back and made space for her to enter. She stepped past me and stood in the middle of the lounge. “Would you like a coffee?”

She looked around and then back at me. “If it is no trouble”

“Well, if it was going to be a trouble I probably wouldn’t have offered, now, how do you have it?”

“White no sugar please.”

I went through to the kitchen and ground some beans and made 2 espressos. As I turned to the fridge to get the milk, I saw her standing in the door way. “Crikey, Margaret is it? You could have sat down, it’s okay you know.”

“I wasn’t sure where to sit, which seat was yours.”

Lordy, she was a strange one. “Margaret, they are just chairs, sit on any of them, that is what they are for.”

I passed her the coffee and ushered her through to the lounge. I sat on one end of the settee and left her to make her own choice of next to me or the armchair opposite. She sat in the armchair.

“I wanted to talk a bit more about what you said the other day.” She really looked nervous, she didn’t seem to want to make eye contact and had both hands around her coffee as if it were a protective shield.

“I have thought about what you said. And I have prayed for guidance.”

Oh good grief. “And did your God answer you?” Humour her Jason, humour her.

“Yes. That is why I am here.”

“Okay. I think you need to explain.”

“You are right, the rules of the church are not necessarily the rules of God, he only gave us ten rules, and nowhere did it say that you should not, you know, enjoy sex with your husband.”

I am not really familiar with the commandments if I am honest. “Right, the commandments, and wasn’t one of them about not coveting your neighbour?” I asked trying to show some knowledge of the area. It was a long time since I had been to Sunday School.

“No, you have mixed them up. One was ‘thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbour’, the other was simply ‘Thou shall not covet.’ Lots of people seem to get them muddled up.”

Well, she knows her bible. “Okay, sorry I am not an expert in this. It seems to me that they were just some sensible rules for the time. The church seems to have made its own rules up and that is what I object to.”

“I think that the church has rules that were defined many years ago, and they seem to have failed to keep them up to date.”

“Yes, and now, people like you are denied simple honest pleasures and I find that abhorrent.”

“That is kind of what I wanted to talk about, but,” she paused and looked intently into her coffee.

“Margaret, it’s okay, you can say absolutely anything to me, you have no need to be embarrassed. Look, anything, anything at all you say here is private, just between us, and I shall never ever repeat any of it to anyone.” This was getting interesting; I didn’t want her clamming up on me now.

“Only, it was what you said about our husbands, my husband, you know?”

“Yes, I said I bet that he just takes his own pleasure as and when he wants it and gives no thought to your pleasure.”

“Yes.” She paused again and took a gulp, an audible gulp, of her coffee. “Last night.” She stopped again.

“Yes, last night, as you said, he told me to go up and get ready, as he usually says when he wants to, you know, do it.”

“Yes, when he wants sex.”

“Er, yes. So I went up and took my clothes off and washed myself and lay on the bed. He came up and took his clothes off and he went to just lie on me as usual. I said, could he sort of touch me first, you know, give me a little pleasure.”

“Okay, nothing wrong with that.” Well, there wasn’t, innocent and totally fair question I thought.

“He slapped me and called me a whore. He pushed himself in me, and when he finished he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself as he always does. He came back in and told me to stop behaving like a common five pound whore from the streets. I was just laying there, my face stinging and his, you know, stuff just, well, dribbling out of me.”

“Christ.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“Okay, I am sorry. I have no respect for men that hit women. Apart from the slap, that is normal for you? You go upstairs, lay on the bed, he comes up fucks you and cleans himself up and goes to sleep? Wow, that is such a shame, I must say I do feel for women like you that just take it, and get no pleasure. And I also wonder how he knows how much a whore costs these days.”

“Please don’t use that word. He made love to me, not what you said.” She looked angrily at me. She was more concerned at the words I used than the behaviour of her husband.

“Margaret, if there is one thing your husband did not do is, he did not make love to you. What he did do was take his own pleasure with no love for you.”

“I see that now, but what can I do?”

“If I were you, I would seek pleasure elsewhere.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can Margaret. Look, as a starter, go home, I bet that you are very natural down there, untrimmed shall we say?”

She blushed, she actually blushed. I took that as a yes. “Get some scissors and trim yourself, make it neat and tidy, like a nice garden, rather than an untamed wilderness. When you have done that, lay on the bed and gently touch yourself down there, find out what is pleasure. You know the spot, give that the attention it needs.”

“What do you mean the spot?”

“Do you not, you know, give yourself pleasure by rubbing down there?”

“My goodness, no, such a thing, no.”

“Oh Margaret, there is nothing wrong with it. It is normal human behaviour; I cannot believe that you don’t rub yourself and make yourself climax.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t rub myself and I am not a man, I do not, er, finish, the way a man does.”

“Oh Margaret, this is the stuff you should have learned when you were a teenager. Look, go home, trim your garden, and lay on the bed and explore yourself. At the top of your,” I paused to try and find words that wouldn’t offend her, “at the top of your lady area, just where the two sides meet, you have a little pleasure spot, a button if you like. Gently play with that.”

“I can’t do that, I can’t touch myself there, it is wrong.”

“No Margaret it is not wrong, ask your God, and I am sure that if he answers, it will be to say it is not wrong.”

“I think perhaps Doreen was right, you are the devil.”

“Margaret, I if were the devil I would not have told you to go and pray to your God, I would have used my powers and ravished you myself to show you what pleasure really is. No, I am not. Go home, and if you feel brave why not ask your husband how he knows how much a whore costs.”

It was a few days later when Lena called around. I opened the door, “Hi Lena” well, what else would you say?

“Is Jools in?”

“No Lena she is in her office in town today, shall I tell her you called round?”

“No, God no. Look, about the other day, you know, what I said.”

“Lena, come inside, sit down and just relax. Where’s Henry, is she all right?”

Lena came in and I shut the door behind her, I asked her if she wanted a coffee, she just shook her head. I sat on the settee, Lena sat next to me.

“I looked in Henry’s room and I found my diaries, I took them back and I have put them where she will never find them.”

“Did you confront her about it?”

“No, what’s the point? It would be just more lies. I simply tidied her room and changed her bed. When she realises that they are no longer in her room she will just assume I found them when I made her bed and hopefully that is that. Henry is fine, she is at work today.”

“So, and what about you, more to the point how are you, after our talk the other day? No bad dreams brought on my forgotten memories I hope?”

“No. Look, I, well, I felt something, something unexpected, and it kind of embarrasses me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Lena, I don’t know what you mean, did you mean you want to go and find your father?”

“God no, he is dead to me, no, no it was other things, something else I felt, and I am in a quandary.”

“Well, when I feel like that I just act on my instincts, I go where my gut sends me. It usually works out right.”

“Can I ask you something really personal?”

“Of course. I reserve the right not to answer though.”

“Do you and Jools have a healthy sex life?”

“What? Where the hell did that question come from?”

“Please, it is important to me.”

“Well, as it happens we don’t. She has an issue down there.” That of course is not true, Jools and I fuck like rabbits as often as we can, we do however have an agreement. We can do what we like with whomever we like, but we have to be beyond discrete, no one must know or suspect. No point in Lena knowing that.

“So, is your marriage safe, are you going to split up?”

“Safe as houses, no worries there.”

“So what do you do, you know, to release the pressure?”

“Well the same as any man I suppose, look Lena, why are you asking this?”

“Ever since our talk I have been feeling that pressure and I don’t know how to get rid of it.”

“Oh come on Lena,” I waggled my finger in a wiping up and down and then in a circular motion, “of course you know.”

“That didn’t relieve the pressure.”

I was about to tell her that obviously she wasn’t doing it right, perhaps she was out of practice when she kissed me. She rolled onto my lap, legs astride mine and kissed me hard, her tongue pressing in, her hands holding my head. ‘Hello’ I thought.

“I need,” she said between kisses,” to feel a normal moment, to help erase the memories that I bought back the other day. With my dad it was all about making him happy, never pleasure for me. Am I being inappropriate?”

I waited for a break in the kisses “No, not at all” I answered as I cupped her left breast through her clothes. I felt her nipple and slowly squeezed and teased it, my tongue seeking hers.

“Take me to your bed” Lena said as she climbed off my lap, relieving the pressure on my cock which had been trapped in my trousers beneath her as she ground herself on me. I got up and led the way.

“Follow me.” I said, a surprising croak to my voice. In the bedroom I turned to her, I pulled her top up over her head and dropped it on Jools’ dresser chair. He bra was a lacy blue mostly mesh which made it almost non-existent, her nipples clearly showing. I undid the button on her skirt and let it fall to the bedroom floor. Her panties matched her bra, and clearly showed her sex. ‘She planned this and dressed for the occasion’ I thought.

I turned her around, undid the clasp on her bra and dropped it onto the dresser chair with her top, putting my thumbs inside her panty waist, I rolled them down her legs until they puddled at floor. I turned her back around to face me and kissed her lips, my hands cupping her breasts and my fingers dancing across her nipples.

As I played with her, she worked at my belt and undid it and my trousers. I stepped back, releasing her, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my trousers and undershorts down, releasing my cock which sprang free, waving a greeting to her.

Lena moved to the bed and lay down, her legs apart, her sex open and glistening. “Fuck me” she said. Well yes, that was the plan, but not just yet. I knelt between her legs, but instead of putting my cock in her sex I used my tongue. My nose pushed against her clitoris, pressing, and rotating it as my tongue rimmed her fanny hole. I slipped a finger up under my chin and slowly inserted it inside her and gently finger fucked her.

Her fanny was wet, and my finger easily slid in and out. I crooked my finger to touch at her G spot and pressed my nose harder against her clit. I started sliding my nose up and down her valley, pressing harder as I returned to the top around her clitoris, lighter at the bottom where my finger was gently fucking her. She was lightly bucking here hips, rising to meet my nose as I touched her clitoris, sinking as I slowly went down to my finger. Her breath started to pulse, small gasps in, and then as my nose reached her clitoris once more, she thrust up, exhaled loudly and groaned as her fanny clamped around my finger.

I gently slid my finger from her and rolled onto my back next to her. “Okay?” I asked.

“Shit yes.” She answered, not quite breathless, but between small gasps for air. “Now, that was what I needed. I think it is your turn now.” I was aware of the time and how close it was to Jools’ return.

“Oh, you know, I think I would like to take a rain check on that.”

“What? Why? Have I done something wrong?”

“Oh no Lena, far from it, but, well, Jools will be coming home soon, and I just want to ensure everything up here is, you know, ‘in order’.

She laughed and sat up. “Okay then, when we have more time, perhaps at mine when Henry is out, and Jools is out and not around to ask awkward questions. Are you sure that this is okay, you are not just having a bit on the side? I don’t think I could bear that.”

Ah. Time to engage bastard mode. “Oh you are far more than a bit on the side, far more. I told you Jools and I don’t fuck, so, you are not treading on her toes, but it would be unfair on her to leave evidence of shenanigans in the bedroom that she wasn’t a party to. But to also be fair, I am not expecting this, us, to go anywhere. Friends with exceptional benefits, is that okay?”

“Okay, and to also open, I am not looking for a man to move in with. Friends is fine, as long as the benefits are exceptional.”

“Nice underwear by the way.”

“Yeah, I wore it, just in case.”

“Excellent, but I prefer you out of it, naked, and hungering for my cock.”

It was absolutely chucking it down, and I mean torrential. The car wipers were on fast mode and they were hardly clearing the screen. “Oh shit” I exclaimed. Henry was at the bloody bus stop. I could hardly leave her. I pulled up and wound the window down. “I’ll give you a lift if you behave.”

She opened the door and got in, soaked and clothes obviously wet through to her skin. “And exactly how would you like me to behave?” She asked.

“Like a young lady accepting a lift home, not like a whore in heat.”

“Oh you are so a prude. I told you why I am like I am.”

“No, you told me a story about being abused as a child.”

“It wasn’t a story.”

“No, okay, if you say so. Pants on fire.”

She sat and sulked and I dropped her off at her house and as soon as she had shut the car door I drove off. She was a complication I didn’t need. When I got home Jools was just getting out of the shower.

“Darn it,” I said, “a few minutes earlier and I could have joined you.”

“Really? And what would you have done if you had joined me?”

“Well, apart from get wet, I would have gently rubbed gel on your back; using the scrunchie I would have rubbed between your shoulder blades slowly working my way down until I got to your bottom.”

“Mmmm and then what would you have done?”

“Well then I would have slipped my hand between the cheeks of your bottom and ensured everywhere was soapy and clean.”

“Mmmmm, inside as well as out?”

“Of course.”

“Nice. You have 5 minutes to get showered and join me in the bedroom.” She wrapped a bath sheet around herself and left. I quickly got out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and got under the shower. My cock was hard at the sight of Jools and I as I soaped it with shower gel it jerked in anticipation. I pulled my foreskin back and slowly wiped around my head and under the rim. It is so sensitive and I have made myself come just washing, and I didn’t want to do that today. I gave my arse a good lathering, pushing my soapy fingers past my sphincter to ensure I was thoroughly cleaned with no less pleasant odours lingering. I took the shower head and pointed it up at my arse ensuring all soapy residues were washed away, and stepped out. I rubbed myself with a towel to get most of the wet away and went to join Jools.

Jools was on the bed on her hands and knees her back to me as I entered. The beautiful round hemispheres of her sex had caught the sun through the window and glistened. They are plump and very inviting with her inner lips just peaking through. Just above was my target today, the little pucker of her arse. Crinkled and the skin a slightly darker colour than her fanny it beckoned me to approach. I leant forward and I ran my tongue from her fanny along the crease of her arse, my tongue dabbing at her anus as I passed. As I dabbed Jools sighed and murmured her approval. I lined my cock with her arse and pressed, pushing in, slowly, unrelenting.

Jools arse slowly gave way to my pressure and my cock began to fill her. The heat from her bowel was like a warm caress on my cock, but her arse grip was relenting, it squeezed and held my cock as I filled her, pressing forward until my balls danced near her fanny, I was fully home. Slowly I pulled back and the grip on my cock was intense, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I began to arse fuck my Jools, not fast at first, just a steady rhythm, but I slowly began to increase the pace. Her arse slowly relaxed under my invasion and the grip lessened slightly but was still intense.

Jools murmured and moaned her approval, she rarely climaxed when I fucked her arse, but she loved the different sensations and sometimes would insert a vibrator into her fanny as I fucked her arse. Now that was a different sensation, the vibrations on my cock when I was fully inside her would often help me climax quicker than usual, but today she wanted as long an arse fuck as I could manage.

I could feel the tension in my balls, I knew that I would not last much longer. I pressed in deeper, as far as I could and pulled back until I was almost out, almost enough for her sphincter to win the battle and expel my cock, but only almost, not enough. I thrust back inside Jools, my pubic bone slapping against her buttocks as I increased my tempo, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, my balls began to boil and then I erupted.

I slowed as the spurts of my cum coated her insides and as my cock softened slightly her body won and I slipped from her arse, spent, I rolled onto my back and lay looking up at Jools. She bent down and kissed me gently and then she too lay on the bed.

“Good?” She asked.

“Good” I answered.

Witness

A few days later and I was in the middle of a Zoom meeting when someone knocked on the door. Jools was at work, so only me at home. I muted the mike and answered the door, It was Margaret.

“I am just in a meeting, pop into the kitchen, I shall be through in a few minutes.” I said.

“I can come back later?” She replied.

“No, no it’s fine, just a few minutes and I am all done.” I went back and unmuted, not sure if I had missed anything of importance, I focused on what was being said, usually I half listen with my ear keyed into the main messages and not all the subtexts. I didn’t think I had missed anything of import. I summed up the key action points that had been discussed and ended the meeting. I wrote a few notes as memory joggers in my note pad and shut the computer and joined Margaret in the kitchen.

“So, how are you?” I asked.

“My eyes are wide open. Thanks to you.” She said.

“Oh? How?” I asked.

“He said he was on a course, a residential course where interactive sessions went on into the evening.” Margaret was fixing my eyes with her as she spoke, I thought minimal interruption would be my best response.

“Okay” I said.

“I phoned his office and asked to speak to him, I didn’t say who I was. They said he was on leave this week.”

“Ah.”

“So, I think he is cheating on me.”

“Okay, and what do you want to do about that?”

“I have already done it. I have engaged a private detective to get me facts and proof of what he is doing.”

“Right. Are you sure that you want to do that? When you first came here a few weeks ago, you did not question anything, you simply cooked and laundered for him, and lay on your back and opened your legs when he wanted. That was your life and you were happy with it.” Well, it did seem as if I had upset the apple cart.

“Yes and I prayed to The Lord when I got back from that meeting and The Lord said I should listen to you.”

‘Did he did he really?’ I thought but did not say. “Yes, and?” I replied.

“And I came back and spoke to you again, and listened to you as The Lord had instructed and you told me things I had not considered, and I did as you told me. I looked at myself unclothed, and yes, my, er, Lady Area was a bit of a mess, but it never mattered when I was the only one to see it, but now I began to wonder, to wonder if my marriage was as strong as I thought.”

This was interesting. I had really only said what I said to get under her skin a little, the holier than thou God Botherers do get to me, and I can’t help baiting them a little, but never had any of them come back for a follow up. “Yes?” I replied to her.

“So I took my little pair of scissors, and I trimmed myself, I think I got a bit carried away. Anyway, yes I tidied the garden as you would say, and then I did what you told me to do.”

She really was struggling to explain what she had done, stopping, blushing, looking away, yet seemed determined to get her words out. “That surprises me, women rarely do as I tell them to,” I said with a laugh in my voice, and attempt to relax her a little.

“I don’t believe that,” she said, seemingly taking my words literally, not as a humorous riposte. She continued. “I did what you told me to do. I touched myself. I closed my eyes so that I could not see what I was doing, and I touched myself. The Lord had told me to listen to you and that is what you had said to do, The Lord is working through you. I touched myself. I cannot believe I did it and I cannot believe that I am telling you.”

Margaret sat back and looked out of the kitchen window, her eyes averting any chance of catching me looking at her as she almost withdrew into herself after she had spoken of her deeds.

“And, did you feel good, did you find the magic button.” Well, I had to ask, that was the whole point of her doing it.

She looked at me, her face bright red. “Yes.”

“And?” I asked.

“I had to stop, I felt funny and as if I was about to, er” she paused.

“About to what?” I asked

“Well, I don’t know, go to the toilet feeling I suppose, only stronger, I don’t know. I have never felt anything like it, I was scared I was doing myself a harm.”

It sounded to me like she had been close to climaxing. Interesting, so perhaps she has never had an orgasm. “Okay, well I am pretty sure that you were not going to do yourself a harm Margaret, I suspect that had you carried on then you would have experienced one of those intense moments of pleasure I talked about. What happened next?”

“I stopped and got dressed. And then I got down on my knees and I prayed to The Lord.”

“Did you get an answer?”

“Yes, The Lord told me that you would show me the way and guide me.”

“Oh, and what do you suppose he means by that?”

“I know what he means. It means that you will show me the ways of pleasure.”

I don’t think I have ever found such a bizarre route into a woman’s underwear as this seems to be. My first inkling is that she is utterly barking and that I should steer well clear. My second inkling was, ‘how often will I get to fuck a pious God botherer?’

“Oh. You mean that I should teach you how to pleasure yourself?” I tried to sound incredulous.

“Yes, The Lord was very clear on that.”

“Oh. I am not sure about that; I mean you are married.”

“My husband is not treating me as a husband should. He is lying to me, and I believe he is with another woman. In the eyes of Our Lord my marriage is over. You told me that you do not have relations with your wife, and so Our Lord has sanctioned this lesson.”

My God she really believes this. I find the whole think incredible if I am honest, incredible and a lot unbelievable. “Oh.” I couldn’t really think what else to say.

“Shall we go to your bed, or do you want to teach me here?”

“Where will you be more relaxed?”

“In a bed.”

“Follow me my Lady” I said and led the way upstairs into the main bedroom. Well, we may as well be comfortable. “You can put your clothes on the dresser stool if you like.”

“Oh. I did not think you would want me unclothed, just, you know, down there.”

I managed to supress my sigh. ”Okay Margaret, yes we could do it that way, but, that is more the way of teenagers behind the bike sheds, than adults having some pleasure.” I took my T-shirt off to start the ball rolling and then undid my belt, and unzipped and lowered my trousers. I left them on the floor and stood in front of her in just my shorts.

Margaret started unbuttoning her blouse and slowly slipped out of it putting it on the dresser stool. Her bra was just a standard functional white bra and her breasts were, I guessed around a D cup, nicely sized and I expected they would sag when released from her bra. She undid the zip on her skirt and let it drop and stepped out of it, folding it and putting it with her blouse. Her panties were typical full cover everything panties, white, so sort of matched with her bra. She stopped undressing and looked at me as if uncertain whether to continue.

“Allow me Margaret” I said and stepped to her, put my hands around her and unclasped her bra. I dropped it on her pile of clothes and looked at her. Her breasts had indeed sagged a little, nature, her nipples were a good thick size and looked to be ready for sucking. I took her hand and led her to the bed. “Lay down” I said.

She got on to the bed and lay, more or less, in the middle, her left hand resting over her groin. I had yet to see her treasure palace, but I would work my way to that. I slipped my shorts off so I was naked and lay next to her.

“Yours is only the second one I have seen. It is different to my husbands. I can’t see the end of yours.”

“I guess your husband is circumcised, I am not. The mechanics are all the same, but today is about you, not me, don’t worry about my cock.” I kissed the underside of her left breast and moved around it in a circle, and using my fingers I gently squeezed her nipple, which hardened even more under my touch. She lay pretty unresponsive, I guess she did not yet know how to react. I started kissing down her stomach and teased around the edge of her panties with my tongue. She eased her bottom up as I eased her pants down.

I looked up, she had her eyes closed. I looked back down at her sex. Bush trimmed quite short, but still going onto her upper thighs. I would, if the opportunity came, teach her how to have a tidy garden. I blew softly up and down the slit of her sex, a finger tickling gently at the bottom of her slit, slowly and very gently easing in towards her fanny. I was pleased that she was at least moistening up.

My tongue traced the line of her slit up to her clitoris and I dabbed my tongue across it as I was easing my finger inside her. She murmured, I couldn’t make out if it was words or pleasure. I began a gentle finger fuck whilst sucking and nibbling on her clitoris.

“Oh, no, no, I need the toilet’ she gasped.

“No you don’t, just wait.” I said as I worked a second finger into her fanny and pushed and relaxed against her clitoris.

“Ah” she gasped and again and again. Her hips lifted off the bed, and as I increased the temp and pressure of my finger fucking I also sucked at her clitoris harder.

“Ahhhhhh, no, no, yes yes , ahhhhh.” Good, I felt her fanny squeeze my finger as she orgasmed. I slowed my finger fucking and gently withdrew them and pushed myself up into a sitting position next to Margaret.

“Okay Margaret?” I asked, her eyes still closed and her breath gasping.

“What was that? What did you do?”

“Have you honestly never experienced that before?”

“No. Never. That is what I started to feel at home but I was scared I would, you know, wet myself, so I stopped. No. My husband, who is the only man I have been with, never did anything like that with me.”

“I bet he does with his mistress though, in fact I would lay good money that he does.”

“That is so unfair.”

“Indeed, now, perhaps, you can relate to the things I told you and your friend the first time to knocked on my door.”

“I can understand why Our Lord told me that you would show me and to put my trust in you. You haven’t even, you know, made love to me. You must be sore.”

“No Margaret I am not sore, and no, we have not fucked,” she winced as I said fucked, “and perhaps that is for another man.”

“My husband would say that if I did not relieve him, he would be sore and ache.”

“Just more of his control over you. It is not true, and if it were, a man can easily take care of it himself.”

“I need to relieve you.”

“No Margaret you don’t. I have shown you that a man can give a woman pleasure without needing ‘relief’. Perhaps next time, if there is a next time we will fuck, and perhaps we will not, there are no rules, pleasure between people does not follow rules, it follows emotions and feeling. Whatever makes two people happy and gives them pleasure is all it is about.”

“I must get dressed. I have to go home and thank Our Lord and speak to him again.”

“Okay Margaret, perhaps we will do this again.” I watched as she dressed, she was still shy and closed as she dressed and it felt like an intrusion watching her, but in my view she had to get used to it if she were to progress to a healthy natural relationship that gave her pleasure.

It was a few days after I had seen Margaret and I was wondering how she was dealing with her newfound pleasures. I had just come out of the shower and was in my dressing gown. I had no zoom meetings for a while, and it was raining outside. I decided to simply chill on the settee with a coffee

There was a knock at the door. So much for chilling. I opened the door and Greeta strode past me into the lounge. “Hi” she greeted.

“Er hi, come in.

“Ha ha, I am in. Are you busy at the moment?”

“Er no Greeta, I have just had a shower, I have no meetings for a few hours and I was contemplating just sitting and chilling.”

“Right then.” She came right up to me, undid the chord on my dressing gown, pulled it apart, fell to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Nature took its course and the blood seeped from my brain and into my cock and I was engorged in no time. I soft humped her mouth. When a woman takes your cock in her mouth you are hardly going to argue with the situation. She used her hands on my shaft, wanking me as she sucked. She stopped wanking and held my scrotum, fondling my balls one at a time as she took my whole cock in her mouth.

“If you keep doing that there will be an inevitable result.” I spoke urgently as I could feel my balls were ready to erupt and spurt down her throat.”

She pulled off me and looked up, a smile on her face, “Perhaps that is what I want,” she said.

“Are you sure?” I asked as she took my entire length down her throat, her tongue rasping on the underside of my cock as she mouth fucked me. “I am telling you Greeta, I won’t last much longer.” And I wasn’t joking, the heat of her mouth and her sucking was bring me closer and closer. Greeta simply fucked me faster.

“Aaaaahhhh” I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and I came spurt after spurt down her throat.

Greeta licked her lips and smiled. “Right. You owe me a fuck.”

“What the heck was that all about?” I asked.

“I hadn’t seen you for a few days and I gave some thought to how I could get you inside me.”

“All you had to do is ask.”

“No, I don’t just want a fuck, I want you to want to fuck me. To take an opportunity, to throw me on the bed, rip at my clothes and fuck me like the world is ending.”

“Oh. I thought the plan was just benefits friends.” I didn’t want any heavy involvement, my involvement is with Jools, I was not looking for complications.

“It is, it is just every now and again I want to be dominated.”

“Okay, let me know the next time you have guests. I’ll pop round and fuck you senseless across the kitchen table and then ask the audience for scores.”

“Stupid sod.”

“Yeah.”

Trinnie

After Greeta had gone I got a text from Henry.

‘Can I talk to you?’

‘What about?’ I replied.

‘Me, us.’

‘H, there is no us.’

‘Cud be.’

‘H, I am a married man.’

‘So wht?’

‘Find a boy your own age and fuck him stupid in his bedroom’

‘not wot I wnt’

‘it is what I want’

‘giv us a chnce’

‘it will end in tears’

‘no it will end up with u in me’

And then I got a video message. Henry was in what looked like a park or similar, sitting on the ground, her skirt up and he fingers rubbing herself. Slowly she began to finger fuck herself, and then the video ended. Well, yes, I got hard. Very hard. Even though I had just been sucked off, I was rock hard again. Shit.

‘u r all I think of. U in me’

‘it wont work’ this was getting silly. I thought I ought to block her number again, but a small part of me was flattered. Another small part was turned on, And I was intrigued.

‘cud work. Fuk me, find out’

‘No. I have to work now’

‘Want u 2 fuk me’

There were a few more texts along a similar vein, I just ignored them. She was of a legal age, that wasn’t the issue, but I was sensing, no, seeing, infatuation and I knew, just knew it would end in tears. Probably mine.

I wondered if I ought to talk to Lena about it. I would give that some thought. I didn’t want to discuss it with Jools, she would simply make me block Henry’s number again, and I was also pretty sure Jools didn’t know I had been fucking Lena, who apparently was fast becoming a friend of Jools. So, all in all, this was complicated. Very complicated. But the back of my brain was saying, ‘just fuck her already.’

It was quiet for a few days, I think it was about a week since I had seen Margaret and I was thinking that perhaps it had all been too much for me, when, think of the devil and the devil will show, the door knocked and it was Margaret, she looked rather stressed.

“Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to ignore you, but it has been all very complicated.” She greeted me.

“Margaret, it is okay, just come in and calm down.” I stepped aside and she came in. “Sit woman” she still seemed to be at unease. I decided she could make any moves necessary.

“Yes. Right. The detective got proof he was cheating on me. Photos of him and her at a hotel, eating, drinking and then entering a room, which was booked under his name for him and his wife. Only his ‘wife’ wasn’t me.”

“Oh that is a shame. Can’t say I am surprised, but, well, it is a shame.”

“Oh, no, no it isn’t. I put all of his things, clothes and everything, in bags and put them in front of the garage. My solicitor says this is grounds for divorce and has raised the paperwork. I sent him a message saying that I hoped he was having a good holiday with his wife. All his stuff was out of the house and that I was divorcing him. I would explain to everyone at the Church what had happened, so he would not be welcome there.”

“Wow,” I said, “but won’t you lose the house? Where will you live?”

“No, the house is in my Mother’s name. Mother is in a care home and we were basically living in her house to look after it. My solicitor says I ought to talk to my mother about transferring it into my name after the divorce starts and we are officially separated.”

“Oh.”

“And I know who she is. She is one of the Inner Circle in the church, so neither of them will be welcome in the church after this. I had thought she was a friend. I was wrong.”

“Crikey Margaret. How do you feel about all this?”

“I feel free. Anyway, that is not why I am here.”

“Oh, why are you here then? Not that it isn’t nice to see you whatever the reason.”

“I spoke to The Lord and he was displeased with me. You have shown me what The Lord wanted me to know but I have not pleased you, and The Lord has directed me to please you.”

“Margaret, you do not have to please me, I was simply showing you what you were missing, you owe me nothing.”

She stood up and pointed to the stairs. “No, I don’t owe you, but I owe the Lord. Shall we go up to the bedroom?”

I got up and followed her, yes followed her, up to my bedroom. As soon as we got into the room she turned and started undoing my belt. Okay, well, obviously my cock got hard as soon as she started on my belt, and as she lowered my zip, my shorts were full of a hard bulge. I held the bottom of her jumper and pulled it up over her head. The same, or similar bra, to before. I might treat her to some sexy underwear I thought.

There was no putting clothes tidily on the stool, they just stayed were they fell until we were both naked. “Lay back” she said. So I did, my cock up at about 45 degrees and looking forward to whatever she was planning.

Margaret sat beside me and took my hand and began a wank. And that was it. I knew that she didn’t really know what to do beyond the simple mechanics of it. I gently held her hand and slowed her to a stop. “Let me show you” I said.

“It is best with some lubrication, and your spit is good for that. You can either use your mouth to lubricate me, which would be best, or spit into your hands and then wipe them on my cock.”

“My mouth?” she said. “Er, okay.”

She bent down and gingerly sucked at the end of my cock. “Just imagine your mouth is your fanny and imagine I am fucking it. Move your mouth up and down on my cock.” At least she didn’t refuse, but then I had face fucked her fanny a few days before, so allowing one and not the other would, probably, in her mind be wrong.

She pulled away. “It seems wrong to me but Our Lord has instructed me and so I will keep going until I get it right.”

‘Just you wait till I spunk down your throat’ I thought. She dipped back down and this time it was better, if I closed my eyes the feelings in my cock were the right ones, there was a slight suction and a warmth as she fellated. It wasn’t brilliant, but it wasn’t awful. I pulled away and pushed her back. I bent down and my tongue met her furrow and I licked.

“Oh no, it is supposed to be your turn,” she said as two of my fingers found her fanny and slowly entered her and my teeth chewed at her clitoris. I opened my fingers, scissoring inside her and then rotated my wrist so that I could crook my fingers. I rubbed at the roof of her fanny, stimulating the rough patch of skin where her hymen used to be. She started raising her hips in time with my pressing upwards.

As my fingers worked inside her fanny my tongue and teeth focused on her clitoris. I licked and then chewed a little, then pressed with my teeth or dabbed with my tongue. Then I stopped and pulled away and gently blew, trying to circle her clitoris with my hot breath. I felt her begin to tense and her breath became shorter, small gulps inwards. I straightened my fingers and slipped them out of her fanny and then quickly back in, finger fucking her harder and faster, ht palm of my hand slapping against her clitoris as I finger fucked.

“Aaahhhhhhhhh’ she screamed as she climaxed, her hips bucking violently as she clamped on my fingers, her hips high in the air, her back arching, only her ankles and shoulders still in contact with the bed. As suddenly as she climaxed she relaxed and slumped back to the bed her breath returning to normal.

“You are naughty. It is supposed to be about you today.”

“Well now Margaret,” I replied, “why would you think I didn’t enjoy that?”

“Our Lord told me that I had to pleasure you, not that I should let you pleasure me again. It is wrong, so wrong.” She did look quite saddened, not what I would expect from someone that had just experienced a wonderful orgasm.

“My turn now” I said as I rolled over and lay above her Missionary style. I reached down and rubbed my hard cock along the furrow of her sex before pressing into her fanny. There was no resistance, she was soaking from her orgasm and I was easily fully inside her, my balls pressing at the area just where her arse crack met her fanny slit.

“Oooohhh” she whispered and I slowly withdrew a little before pressing in again. I began a gentle fuck, my cock feeling her heat of her fanny, the fuck easy with the juices of her climax. Faster and faster my movement, pressing in as hard as I could, the end of my cock bottoming out and pressing at her womb. I could feel her fanny pulses as she rose again, her tempo matching mine as I fucked, the slap slap slap echoing around the bedroom as I contacted onto her mons, a small pain in my balls as they pressed hard against her skin on the deepest of my strokes.

“Urgh, urgh, urgh,” she went at each of my in strokes and I was spurred to go harder deeper and faster. Faster, In, In , In, In and my moment approached, I could feel the tightening in my balls as they readied to erupt. “Urgh, urgh, urgh,” and then as my climax came and my spunk erupted from my cock into the depths of her fanny she let out a long

“eeeuuuurrrggghhhhh” followed by an “Aaahhhhh”. I cared not what noises she made, I was emptying my balls and filling her cunt.

My softening cock slipped from her fanny and I rolled onto my back and lay next to her just getting my breath back. That had been one of the best fucks I had had for ages, surprising to be honest, she didn’t really do much to contribute, and yet my orgasm was huge. My balls truly felt drained and my muscles throughout my body still felt as if they were in spasm and clenching.

“Oh” she said. “That was different.”

With my breath back I asked, “Different? How?”

“My husband never does that when he finishes in me, he doesn’t go all tense and shout, he just, well, pushes in a little harder and then that is it. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash himself.”

“Perhaps he doesn’t enjoy it as much, perhaps he just sees it as a duty? I don’t know. But I do know that you, Margaret, are a fantastic fuck.”

“Please, don’t use that word it is horrible. We made love.”

“Margaret, I am sorry, but love has nothing to do with it. It was simple sex. Fucking. Pleasure. For us both. And now your Lord should be happy as you have ‘pleased’ me, for you certainly have.”

“I need to go to the bathroom, it feels as if I am full to overflowing and I am leaking on your bed.”

‘Ah yes,’ I thought, ‘that’ll be an issue if Jools sees that. ‘I think a towel next time.’

After Margaret had gone, I checked the bed cover. There was indeed quite a wet spot. I cleaned it as best I could and used Jools’ hair dryer to dry the wet spot. As far as I could tell only a CSI would be able to tell what had happened there that afternoon. I took a shower to ensure that there were no tell-tale signs or scents on me, dressed, and then work, luckily I largely work to my own schedule, but the work still has to be done despite the interruptions.

It turns out there were issues at one of my sites, issues that could not be resolved via Zoom. I knew that meant a site visit. It was too far away to comfortably do there and back in a day, and so I arranged the site visit for the afternoon. I would drive up in the morning, stay in a local hotel, and then drive back home the following morning. Tedious, but sometimes the only solution is face to face and not computer screen to computer screen.

I gave Jools the good news over tea, that I would have to be away the next night. I wondered what she got up to when I wasn’t around. ‘Perhaps I might put a camera in our bedroom’ I mused. ‘But then, do I really want to know?’.

“Just you be careful,” she said.

“It’s just a drive up the motorway, hard hats and a lot of talking and telling people the way it is.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she said.

Yes, I did.

The site visit had been fractious. There were disagreements between the sub contractors and what they thought had been agreed. I went through the relevant parts of the contract agreement, walked the site with them and eventually got everyone on the same page. My view was that they had under-tendered and the costs were beginning to worry their accountants. Not my problem. It was gone six by the time I got to the hotel. I phoned Jools and then showered and put a T-shirt and some chinos on and went to the pub next door for some food.

There was a bit of a wait for a table, so I sat in the waiting area with a beer. Also sat there was a quite beautiful woman, impressive cleavage on show, flared skirt, heels and enough makeup on her face the give the cosmetics industry a real boost. “Hi” she said, “waiting for a table too?”

“Yeah, seems they are rather busy, odd for mid week I would have thought, but well, it is what it is.”

“There was a big event on at the showground, perhaps a few people have spilt over to here for food?” She smiled as she spoke and had a really friendly demeanour.

“If we are both waiting for single tables, should I tell them we don’t mind doubling up?” Well, why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained I always say.

“Great yes, good idea. I am Trinnie.”

“Hi Trinnie, I am Jase. I’m going to refresh my drink whilst I am up there, do you want a top up?”

“Please, Hendricks and slimline please. No Ice.”

The food was okay, it was just generic pub fare. I had chicken, Trinnie had scampi. We chatted about nothing really, just had a few drinks, probably a couple too many as I think we were both a little tipsy, and then we paid our bills.

“I’m in the hotel next door” she said, “would you like to come back to my room? We can take things further there.”

I didn’t tell her I was also in the same hotel, “Oh yes, that would be lovely,” I answered, my groin perking up at the prospects for the evening. As we left the hotel she took my hand and we walked across to the hotel. “After you” I said as I held the door for her, ever the gentleman.

She was on a different floor to me, I always request ground floor, my view is it is easier to escape in an emergency, not that I expect them, but, well, you just never know. She was on the first floor. She opened her door and I followed her in. Her room was immaculate, unlike mine, no clothes strewn or dropped on the floor. She turned and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and I think she wore a lip gloss that made her lips quite slippery to the touch, and my lips were enjoying touching hers. I undid her blouse and my hands were all over her breasts, her nipples were really quite small, and I think her breasts were enhanced. They didn’t drop much when I unhooked her bra.

Trinnie dropped to her knees and undid the button and zip on my chinos, pulled them down and sucked my cock into her mouth. She was good. As she applied suction her tongue slowly worked around my rim and dipped into my slit. Wow that felt fantastic and I knew if she carried on I wouldn’t be able to hold back; I really wanted to fuck her, not simply get sucked off.

I took her head and pulled her up and off my cock. I pushed her back onto the bed and ran my hands up her thighs to her fanny. And I found her cock. Oh.

I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. I have no objection to cock, I just prefer fanny, fanny is my first choice, not my only choice.

“I thought you knew” Trinnie said.

“No.” I replied as I bent down and took her (his?) cock into my mouth. Well, I had come this far, to throw a paddy would have been churlish. The evening wasn’t going to end quite as I expected. I gripped with my lips and pushed her foreskin back and ran my tongue over her cock head. I used my mouth to do a soft wank on her cock and my hands toyed with her balls, rolling them around inside her sac like marbles in a bag.

“I want you” she said, her voice husky and quiet, “I want to fuck you now.”

I got up and lent forward, my knees resting against the edge of the bed, my hands pulling the cheeks of my arse apart. I felt her lick my arse and then spit on it and rubbed it around my hole. Then there was pressure as she pushed her cock against me, relentlessly pressing until my arse began to cede and she entered me.

Slowly she entered until she was fully inside me, it was a feeling akin to needing a crap, but more pleasurable. Slowly Trinnie pulled back, almost out, and then pressed herself back in. Presumably satisfied that lubrication was enough, she began to fuck my arse. The tempo increased and the sound of her smacking against my arse cheeks in her in stroke was very erotic. Occasionally I felt a tingle as she grazed my prostate, but never that uncontrolled moment that can be intense and painful at the same time.

Faster she went and then she pushed in as hard and as deep as she had been and held it as she ejaculated into my bowel coming with a powerful orgasm before relaxing and her cock slipping from my arse. I could feel the cool air blowing into my gaping arse.

“You can fuck me know if you like” Trinnie said as I composed myself, “or just have a blow job if you like.

“It has been a long day, I’ll just get off if you don’t mind, being fucked was lovely but was enough. I don’t need to cum.” I didn’t really fancy fucking her if I was honest. Being fucked always takes it out of me, I probably should go first, but rarely think far enough ahead to plan it that way.

Mother

A few days later, it had been quiet in between, I had been tempted to go and surprise Greeta, but just never got around to it. Jools was at work and I had a quiet day. The front door opened and in walked mother.

“Only me.” She said; she always just walks in, one reason I always lock the door if I am entertaining. As usual, I had no idea she was descending on me. “You never ring,” she continued, “So I thought I would pop in and see if you are still alive.”

“I am, as you can see mother. How are you? How is dad?” I am not especially close to my family, I always felt they were a little clique that excluded me, no idea why I felt like that, no evidence I could point to.

“Your father is visiting your sister, she needs some help with something, I have no idea what.” Mother, basically, is and has always been a hippy. She wears long flowing dresses and has those tiny beads in her hair. In the summer she will often have flowers painted in bright colours on her face, and anywhere else that is visible. “So, is she looking after you properly?”

Mother rarely referred to Jools by her name, usually third person references, and I have no idea why. My parents were at our wedding, everything seemed very friendly, but I suspect it was only surface friendly. Very odd.

“What on Earth do you mean mother? Yes, of course Jools is looking after me, and I am looking after her.”

Mother came across and hugged me tight, pressing her whole body against mine.

“That is not what I meant Jason, I mean in the bedroom, is she looking after you properly?” And I swear she pressed her crotch against mine. Fortunately I was not aroused by my mother so there was little to press against. An erection whilst hugging my mother would be somewhat embarrassing.

“Mother that is not really a suitable question to ask your son.”

“Oh rubbish Jason, of course it is. Does she do everything you like? Does she? Does she leave you imaging other women, wondering what they would be like, would they do ‘that thing’ that your wife doesn’t?”

“Mother!”

She stepped back a little and looked me up and down and I swear she lingered at my groin. “I presume everything is still working?” She asked, “only I didn’t get any reaction when I embraced you.”

“Mother!” This was surreal. “Mother, have they changed your medication recently or are you dropping acid again?”

“Don’t be cheeky. I am not taking any drugs or medication. Can’t a mother show interest in her son’s wellbeing?”

“Mother, it is not usual for mother to ask her son about his sex life.”

“Oh rubbish Jason, many mothers and sons are very close, just like a father and his daughter can be very close.”

What is she implying? My brain was turning summersaults.

“And you didn’t answer my question? Does your cock still get hard and function properly?”

“Mother, I am not answering that, suffice to say I have no medical issues. Now, do you want a cup of tea?”

“No.” And then she undid the ties of her dress across her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor, she stepped out of it. She was totally naked. My mother. In front of me, not a stich of clothing. Mother is not overweight, she carries a little extra around her stomach, her breasts are still on her chest and not drooping down and she is totally shaven and she has the largest inner lips I think I have ever seen.

“Mother!”

“Oh stop it. You are a man, you are not a child, I am a grown woman, now get your clothes off and show me what a grown man can do with a woman’s body.”

“For fucks sake mother. Is this some kind of sick test?”

She turned around and bent forward, always supple, she placed her palms flat on the floor before her. Her sex was plump and shone as if beckoning. Her arse hole was pretty much the same skin tone as the rest of her and was just a little swirl of wrinkles. To my shame my cock got hard, very hard. Well, it had been a few days, and in the position, I couldn’t see my mother’s face, so my brain related it to an anonymous fanny.

She started up the stairs. “Come on Jason, I don’t have all day you know.”

Oh my God, this was just mad. I picked my mother’s dress up off the floor and followed her up the stairs. She was laying on the bed, her one leg crossing slightly over the other, obscuring my view of her fanny.

“Come on Jason, get your clothes off, I want to see that your cock works.”

“My God mother, what would dad say if he found out?”

“He would say ‘and about time too’.”

I pulled my shirt off and then pulled my trousers and pants down together, and stood naked before my mother.

“Don’t stand over there you silly boy, come over here and show me if you know how to properly lick a woman.” She uncrossed her leg and lay back, her sex open and available for me, her son, to avail myself of.

I got onto the bed and lowered my head between her knees to the fanny that a few decades ago she had ejected me from. Her aroma was faintly patchouli and her fanny lips glistened as they invited me in. I ran my tongue from her hole, along her furrow and circled her clitoris.

“Good,” she said, “at least you seem to know what to do, now make me cum son, make me cum.”

In this position I could not see her face, and as I licked and lapped along her fanny she began to make murmuring noises of pleasure. As I licked at her clitoris I slid two fingers inside her and finger fucked her, synchronising my tongue and my fingers, both pressed, and both relaxed together.

I remembered that when I lived at home I could hear the sounds of my parent’s lovemaking. Not surprising as they tended to leave their door open. One night I crept from my bedroom and looked through their door. Mother was on her knees and dad was pounding her from behind, mother grunting as he slammed in her.

The next day my sister had asked I had enjoyed the view? She had seen me standing at their door. She had seen my hard cock sticking out through the fly of my pyjamas. I had been too embarrassed to reply.

Mother spasmed, her fanny clamping my fingers and as she came she squirted a little. “Turn over,” I said, my intentions driven by that long forgotten memory. Her sex and her arse were pointing back at me, her head was turned face down on the bed.

“No,” she said, “Lay on your back.” Mother sat astride my legs, facing away from me and she dipped forward. Her fanny wet and inviting, she reached under herself and took my cock in her hand and ran my cock along the valley of her sex and, lining up with her hole, she pushed backwards and I re-entered my mother. Jesus it felt so good. She wasn’t tight, but neither was she loose, she was warm.

Her fanny swelled around my cock, her large inner lips wrapping around me and she began to rock back and forth.

“Oh Jason, finally” she said, “I have wanted your cock in me since before you were married. Why have you kept this for her and not given it to me?” There she goes again, not referring to Jools by her name.

“I don’t know mother.” I didn’t think I ought to let her know that I hadn’t just kept it for Jools, I had in fact been liberally sharing my cock hither and thither.

Mother had a steady rhythm and as I lay back I watched my mother’s fanny as it slid along my cock, opening wider as she almost let the head out then closing around my shaft as it filled her.

I couldn’t decide whether to embrace the fact that I was now a motherfucker or compartmentalise it and shove it to the back of my mind. In truth it had been many years since she had undertaken the ‘mother’ role, and in truth she was really just another woman I fucked.

She increased her rhythm and also started squeezing my cock with her fanny and I felt my moment approaching.

“Er mother,” I gasped, “I am about to cum.”

“Good. That’s the whole point” She went faster again, pressing down harder and there was no holding back, my cock exploded inside my mother and my mouth made undecipherable sounds, and stream after stream of my cum filled the inside of my mother, coated her fanny and filled her womb.

She climbed off me and simply said “tissue”.

I pointed to the bedside where a box of tissues was kept for just such occasions. She took a small wadge and rolled them into a round rod shape and pushed them into her fanny. “Good” she said, “that should stop me leaking onto the back of my dress and onto the car seat. Good to see that your cock seems in fully working order. Interesting therefore that I have no grandchildren.” She paused, and then added. “Yet.”

Oh shit, what did than mean? Jools and I had long ago discussed children and had agreed that neither of us really wanted them. We didn’t have the biological urge to bring up children, just the urge to practice the method of creating them. I assumed that mother was beyond child raising age. What if she wasn’t? Oh shit.

“I must get off,” she said as she stepped into her dress and started affixing the straps at her shoulders. “Your father should have finished with Jem by now. We’ll compare notes.” Jem is Jemimah, my sister.

“What do you mean, mother, compare notes.”

“Give marks out of ten and see who we think is the best shag.”

Oh Jesus H. Is everyone in my family fucking each other? Is that why I always felt excluded because I wasn’t?

“Well, if I had known I was in a competition, I would have tried a little harder mother.” I think my mind was close to being blown. Motherfucker.

Jem

Jools was at work, I had put my phone on mute and worked on a spreadsheet detailing the costs on one of my projects. The projection looked good, a healthy return. I had, however, forgotten to lock the door. I turned to the door as I heard it open.

“Hi Bro” Jem said as she walked in.

“Hi Jem.”

“Dad tells me that you have finally seen the light.”

“Light, what light Jem”?

“You shagged our mother.”

“Fucks sake Jem.”

“Took you bloody long enough. Where is Jools?”

“At work.”

“Right then, come on.”

“Come on what?”

“My turn now, upstairs.”

“Fuck off Jem, no.”

“I’m not good enough for you?” As she spoke she put her hands behind her and undid her dress letting it fall. Like mother, she was naked underneath.

“Jem, you are my sister. No.”

“No I am not good enough?”

“Don’t twist my words.”

“Get your clothes off motherfucker.”

“Oh, you’re Samuel L Jackson now?”

“Don’t be so fucking stupid. I am going upstairs and laying on your bed, and I am not leaving until you have shagged me. I will let you explain that to Jools. When she comes home I will just say, sorry I must have fallen asleep after.”

“Bloody hell Jem.” I followed her upstairs into the main bedroom. Jem is a good looker to be fair. Nice boobs that are still place high on her chest, not much of a lady tum, but a good clean shaven pubic mound, fat fanny lips and, like mother, big wrinkly inner lips that hang out and invite you in.

Jem was on the bed, on her knees and hands, her fanny pointing at me as I walked in the door. I dropped her dress onto Jools’ chair and started to strip. My cock, of course, had been ready to go from the second Jem dropped her dress, it knows no social boundaries, it knows just what to do when a fanny is presented.

I got on the bed and knelt behind Jem. My cock was just touching her perineum, sliding up and down. I grabbed it in my right hand and slipped it along her fanny valley, back and forth, rubbing my cock head as far as her clit.

“Mmm bro, just make sure you don’t miss the target.”

“Well, Sis, I guess that depends on what my intended target is.” Her fanny was wet and ready and I had no doubt I could easily enter and fuck her arse, but that was not my plan. I pulled my cock back and raised it a little, pressing it against her anus, pulled back and slammed into her fanny.

“Oof.”

Apart from that exclamation she said nothing. Her fanny gripped my cock, her inner walls coming out with my cock as I fucked her. She rocked slightly on her arms as I pushed forward and steadied herself on my back stroke. Her fanny was deliciously wet and I was tempted to pull out and just lick it, but my cock had taken over control and there was no stopping.

I loved watching her inner walls come out with my cock, my cock glistening with the wetness of her arousal. I could feel the inside wrinkle of her hymen scar as my cock pushed in, and the pressure on my cock head as I pressed against her depth.

Jem started grunting a little and then panting and then she was rocking back and forth as we fucked. My balls began to tighten and I felt the familiar tenseness as my climax approached. I didn’t care if she was on the pill or what, she had initiated this, I was going to fill her fanny, and she would have to deal with any consequences.

“Oh fuck yes,” Jem cried out as I came, spurting inside her fanny, moments before she joined me, her fanny clamping hard, clenching in her orgasm and her back going rigid, before she fell forward, my cock sliding from her fanny, and as she lay forward I could see my white residue leaking from her gaping fanny.

She lay there for a few moments and then rolled over to look at me.

“Nice cock bro.” She said.

“Could do with a wash,” I said.

“Next time Bro, I am in a hurry,”

She rolled off the bed, grabbed her dress and was gone form the bedroom. A few moments later I heard the front door slam.

“Bye Jem” I said to the empty house as I set about ensuring no residues were left on the bed. Jools could have worked for CSI in another life. I kept meaning to invest in one of those ultraviolet lamp torches.

Margot

Jools had gone over to see her mother, and that usually meant a few hours of God knows what, but she was never there for the five minutes she said she would be. I was out front checking tyre pressures and oil levels in the car.

“Hello Jason,”

It was Margot from over the road, her side of the street higher than ours, but our side getting sun around the back garden pretty much all afternoon. The front of our house is cooler and darker, and that suits us, we prefer a warm back.

“Oh, hello Margot.”

“How are you Jason, you do seem to have been a busy bee lately.”

I couldn’t tell from her tone whether she was being curious or simply chatty.

“Well, yes Margot. Busy at work.”

“Oh, I see. If you have a few minutes, perhaps you could pop over, I have something I would like to show you and get your opinion on.”

What on Earth?

“Yes, certainly, give me five minutes to just wash up and I will come over.”

“Perfect Jason.” And off she went back home.

I had no idea what she would want. I put the various bits and pieces away, went in and washed my hands. A quick sniff test, yes I would pass muster, pulled the door too and headed off to Margot’s.

“Come in Jason,” she said as I walked up to her door, I guessed that she had been waiting for me, I didn’t get a chance to ring her door bell.

“Right then Margot, how can I help you?”

“Come upstairs, I have something I need you to see.”

I followed her up and we went into the front bedroom. There by the window was a telescope on a stand.

“Have a look through, it is all set up, you don’t need to touch, just look.”

I stepped up to the telescope and bent and looked through the eyepiece at my bed.

“You know voyeurism is a criminal offence Margot?”

“Regardless of whether it is, or it isn’t, I have an adapter that allows me to take photographs through it. Here have a look at one.” She had her phone in her hand and she turned it to me. It was Jools and I on the bed, naked and obviously fucking.

“Is that what you get off on Margot? Do you not have an internet connection? There are plenty of porn sites you can look at, you don’t need to spy on your neighbour.”

“Oh, but there is more, I am sure that you know that there is going to be more. I can also see into other bedrooms, like Greeta’s for example.”

“Your point being?”

“You have been a very busy boy. What does your wife think?”

“What arrangements I have with my wife is none of your concern Margot.”

“Okay. Fair enough, I may accidentally drop it into conversation when I ask her over for coffee.”

The rule that Jools and I had was discretion. Jools would not class fucking the neighbours as being discrete.

“So, blackmail is it?” That is all I could think off.

“Oh goodness me no, nothing so crass. You are obviously a very competent performer. I would like a similar performance.” She started to undo her blouse and gestured to me to start undressing.

“You want me to fuck you? Bloody hell Margot, all you had to do was ask.”

“What and risk refusal, no, this is much more precise and likely to give me the result I want.” By this point she was down to bra, knickers and stockings. I found it amusing that she wore stockings, and not hold ups either, proper good old fashioned suspenders hanging from a belt. I was glad I had done the sniff test.

I pulled my T-shirt up and off and undid and pulled down my chinos and then my pants. My cock was, of course standing fully to attention. Margot reached behind her and undid her bra, and her rather large and full breasts sank down her chest no longer benefitting from their support. Her knickers were next, leaving his with just a suspender belt and stockings.

Her fanny was immaculately trimmed, a perfect inverted triangle of short brown hair, tinged with a bit of grey, I guessed she didn’t tint down there. She stepped back and lay on the bed, looking at me.

“I can’t decide which way you prefer, you seem to vary quite a lot.”

“Just whatever feels right at the time Margot, and seeing as how you are on your back, I suggest that is the best way to proceed.”

I knelt on the bed between her legs and dipped forward and blew along the crease of her fanny. I heard her sigh, I could only hope it was an appreciative sigh. I ran my tongue lightly along her crease, and then on the return I pressed in, forcing her fanny open. There was a light aroma of lavender, I really preferred it when the only taste and smell was a woman’s fanny, and not some product or other.

I pressed at her clitoris with my noise and ran a finger in a circular motion around her entrance. I began to slip in more with each circle until I was inside a full knuckle. I withdrew my finger, licked her clitoris and pushed two fingers inside her. She was hot and wet inside, perfect. I widened my fingers and moved them about inside her. She seemed to like that.

I used my teeth to pull at her clitoris. Her clitoris was one of the largest I had ever seen, and I wondered if extra sensitivity came with extra size. I was using a finger from my other hand to keep her hood pushed out of the way , and it was all getting a bit crowded, I let not, pulled back and slowly pulled my fingers out of her.

I moved up until my face was level with hers, I leant forward and kissed her, smearing her lips with her own juices. I reached down and held my cock and slid it between the lips of her fanny and then settled it at her opening. A jerk of the hips and my cock was inside her, Margot gasped.

“God that feels good,” she seemed to like what I was giving her.

I started a slow fuck, pushing in as far as her fanny allowed and then pulling almost completely out, my cock hard and resisting the efforts of her fanny wall to expel me at the end of my stroke. My pubis was pressing against hers, her short hairs tickling and scratching, my chest pressed against her breasts, her nipples hard and rubbing.

I picked up the tempo, faster and harder I fucked her, her gulps turned to pants and her breath to grunts. She was gripping the bedsheet, screwing it between her fingers, and her legs started to rock as I fucked her with everything I had. My balls started to tighten and I knew I was close.

“Here you go Margot, I am about to fill your cunt with my spunk,” I was trying to crude, I was still annoyed with her, I had no desire for niceties, I was thrusting as hard as I could, I didn’t give a damn if it made her sore, I was determined that she would know she had been properly fucked.

I bucked and rammed and I spurted, three times I felt my ropes of spunk shoot inside her, and I heard my guttural cries as I climaxed.

Margot came too, she pushed her self upwards, her fanny pushed back hard at me and she gurgled and then slumped back on to the bed. I pulled back, my cock fell from her fanny. Kneeling back I looked at her crotch. Her fanny lips were red as was her pubic mound, her fanny was open and seeping white.

I stood up and took a tissue from her side table, wiped myself, and dropped the tissue on the bed. I dressed and as I finished I turned and said, “I would usually charge you for that service, who is the worse, the prostitute or the customer?”

I hoped I would shock her, embarrass her, but no, she just laughed.

“Don’t be an idiot. I’ll let you know when I want your services again.”

Joyce

I was in Tesco looking at the wines, I wanted some Chateau Neuf, and the wine store in town had become stupidly expensive and so, having had good wine from Tesco before, I decided to give it a good look, there was one, Tesco Finest, that was around ten pounds per bottle cheaper than the wine store, I grabbed a couple to try.

“Hello Jason,” a voice over my shoulder.

It was Joyce, from just the other side of Greeta. She was retired and lived alone, somewhere in her sixties I supposed. I had no idea if she was a widow or divorced or a spinster even, she was just on our estate of mostly single people, and we had chatted a few times on warmer days when gardening work was happening.

“Oh hello Joyce, how the devil are you?”

“Good Jase, just get a few bits and pieces and then I’ll get the bus back. There’s only me, so I just get a few bits and pieces at a time, just what I need. I do like to look at what is reduced, sometimes I can get a real bargain.”

“If you want to get a bit extra, I can give you a lift back in the car, save you carrying it on the bus.”

“Oh that would be nice Jason, thank you.”

I said I would meet her at the exit, and went and got a few more odds. There were a couple of lobster in the freezer section, I got those and some new potatoes, that would be a nice meal for Jules and I, and then I went back and selected a Chablis to go with the lobster.

“Right then Joyce,” I said when we met up again, “I am just over here.” We pushed our small supermarket trolleys in a convoy to the car. I opened the boot and said “right pop your stuff in there, I’ll put mine behind the front seats and then I’ll take the trolleys back whilst you sit in and get belted up.”

Once that had all been sorted, we set off. Not too far a journey and I was soon pulling up outside Joyce’s house. “Right, you get your front door and I’ll bring your shopping up,” I said as I unclicked her seatbelt.

I grabbed her bags of shopping and as I got to her door she called out, “Just come in, kettles on, I will make us some tea.”

I pushed the front door to with my heel and walked through to the Kitchen. “Right then, on the table do?” I asked.

“Please Jason,” she replied, “how do you have your tea?”

“Oh, just a splash of milk please, if you use bags, leave the bag in, I like how it gets stronger as I drink it.”

“Go on, sit down in the front, I will bring your tea through. No ceremonies here.”

I went back to the front room and sat in the armchair, guessing she usually sat on the settee as it faced the TV and the chair did not. I didn’t expect us to be watching TV. After just a few moments Joyce came through with two cups of tea, putting one on a small table at the side of my chair, the other she took with her to the settee.”

“Thank you Joyce, well now, what do you think of our little estate?” We hadn’t, I didn’t think, talked about the estate when we had chatted before.

‘Oh I like it. I can sit here looking out of my window at all the comings and goings, it is quite interesting, and we have such a mix, Single mums, Divorcee’s, Couples like you and your wife, yes, such a mix and a lot of friendliness too, people talking to people, popping in for cups of tea. Yes, I love it, never a dull moment really.”

“Crumbs, you are observant,” I said, “you do catch a lot.”

“Well, I have little else to occupy my mind. I mean, I don’t judge, who am I to do that, but I do like to watch and then my imagination tries to give scenarios to what I see. Yes, very interesting, quite captivating really for a lonely person like me.”

“Oh goodness, I am sorry that you feel lonely, I guess on your own you probably are. Are there no clubs you could join?”

“Goodness, no, and anyway, clubs wouldn’t cure the loneliness I have.”

“I guess I don’t really know about loneliness then, sorry.”

“Well no Jason, you have a wife that you can hug or cuddle, I have none of that.”

“Oh. Well, yes, I guess, mind you, you can still be in a relationship with someone and be lonely you know, you don’t have to live alone for that.”

“I guess so, but that is not an option that I have, I am here, I am alone, I just have my window to watch the world. It is not as if I could borrow someone now is it?”

This was an interesting turn of conversation, I had to be careful how I responded, I may have misunderstood her completely.”

“I don’t know Joyce, could you not?”

“I am not sure how I would even start a conversation like that.”

“Joyce, let me ask you this, is that what you would like to do, honestly I mean, borrow someone for intimacy, is that what you are saying?”

“Yes. But it would have to be someone very discrete, I don’t want to get a reputation.”

“Oh.”

“No, of course not.”

“So, what do you think?’

“What do I think? Well, yes I guess so.”

“You guess so what Jason, are you discrete?”

“That is my middle name.”

“Shall we go up?”

“Before we do, can I ask you, is your bedroom at the front or the back?”

“At the back, why, why difference does it make?”

“Because Margot likes using a telescope to spy into people houses and she can see into your front room.”

“Does she now, silly woman. Well, she will get nothing from here. Nothing to see in my front room upstairs except a chair and a side table for when I sit and watch the world go by.”

I stood up and waved my hand as if to tell her to lead the way. I followed her up and into her bedroom at the rear. Both bedrooms are much the same size, and I guess people tend to use the front room as the main simply because it is at the front. Jools and I had never really thought about it, I might talk to Jools about it and see what she thinks. The back would be much quieter.

Joyce pulled her bedcovers right back, her sheets were a pale lemon, and her quilt cover was silver and black dots on a lemon background. There was a chair on one side and fitted mirrored wardrobes across one end.

“You can put your clothes on the chair” Joyce said as she pulled her bedroom door to. “No way she can see in now unless her telescope has X Ray capability.”

I pulled my T-Shirt over my head and placed it on the chair, undid my belt and fly and pulled both my trousers and my pants down and off. I went and lay on the bed and watched as Joyce undressed. She undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped her arms out, it went on the chair. Her skirt was next, a button and zip on her left side. She was stood in bra, panties and tights.

Bra and panties didn’t match, but then I don’t suppose she dressed other than for function when she put her clothes on this morning. Bra undone and off, her boobs sagged down her chest and I couldn’t help but notice that she had really quite big nipples, fat and tall, they stood out from her chest. Tights and panties went down as one, and I was surprised that she was almost completely shaven, just a small landing strip above her fanny.

She came across and lay next to me on the bed. “It has been a while,” she said.

“I am hoping that is it like riding a bike then,” I said wondering what was going to be the best way to start.

“Me too, this time, our first time, can we just, you know, do it, not any of the other stuff, could we save that?

“Joyce, we will do whatever you want.” I leaned across with my arm and ran a finger down her fanny crease, “Just seeing if you are ready,” I said as I pressed my finger into her. She was wet, no foreplay required today.

I rolled over and was above her, I reached down and ran my cock along her fanny crease and then pushed into her, slowly, but insistently until I was fully in, my balls resting against her thighs.”

“Oh goodness, that is such a good feeling,” she said as she put her arms around my back and pulled me to her. “Now, shag me.”

Shower

“How do you feel about moving our bedroom to the back?”

“Why,” Jools asked.

“It is the same size room, it is quieter, no one can see in, and it will be warmer in winter.”

“Hot in summer though.”

“True. Yeah. Okay.”

“No, it is a good idea, I mean we chose the front because, well, it was the front.”

“Yes, that is what I thought. We could leave the front room in case we need a guest room.”

“Unlikely Jase, no one stays really, we don’t have that lifestyle.”

“Okay, true, and I am going to add cameras, not to spy, but ones that will only work when the alarm is on, so, if we are out and someone breaks in, we should get footage to give the police.”

“Only work when we are out?”

“Yes.”

“You sure? Only I don’t want someone hacking our camera and watching is in bed.”

“No, oh okay , no voyeurism then?”

“No.”

“Okay then.” Well that was easier than I thought. Margot would no longer be able to spy on me, and I would be able to see what happened in the room when I wasn’t there.

I ordered the cameras from Amazon, they were on a next day delivery, I ordered one for each room upstairs, and one for each room downstairs, and then one for the front drive and one for the back garden. That should cover all the options.

“I’m going for a shower.”

“Would you like me to wash your back?”

“Do you really feel the need to ask? Wow.”

Jools headed off to the bathroom. I had thought about getting some of that anti spy glass for the front bedroom, the stuff where you can only see straight ahead, not sideways. It had been invented to stop glare on screens and monitors but was now also marketed in the security field. If Jools had ruled out moving then I had intended to buy some, that would foil Margot.

I stepped in behind Jools and reached around her for the sponge. Soaking it in the hot water, I wrung it out and squirted it with gel. I started at her neck, rubbing, and lathering along her shoulders and then slowly down her back, ensuring to get a decent amount of side boob as I went.

I added more gel and started at her waist and then worked down between her cheeks, as I moved she widened her legs. I worked down her crease and then underneath, the sponge going into her nooks, and my finger into her crannies. She started to hum appreciatively, and I began to get very hard.

I rubbed soap onto my cock, leant forward and pushed into her fanny.

“Ooh, inside and out,” she said as I began a nice slow fuck, my hands covered in soap massaging her boobs as she rocked with me.

We were so soapy and slippery it was difficult to stay inside her, I couldn’t get carried away as my cock would have come out, slow and gentle it was. I pushed in as far as I could on each stroke, and only partially withdrew. I considered fucking her arse, but I don’t like to do that too often with Jools, she accepts it, rather than embraces it. I try to save it for when she feels she needs to say sorry for something.

I could feel my climax approach and I whispered in her ear, “I am coming baby, going to fill you up.”

She just murmured, and as my balls tightened I moved my hands from her boobs, down her front and pressed at her clitoris. “Oh God,” I gasped as I released inside her, emptying my balls and filling her fanny. My cock softened and fell from her, covered in soap, any last drips from my cock were hidden.

“I think you will need to wash me again,” she said.

“Now?” I asked.

“You’ll probably need a few minutes,” she answered.

The cameras arrived and I installed them using double sided sticky tape so as not to make holes in the walls. Using the app on my phone I connected each one and was happy with the results. They were infra-red equipped, so I would need for it to get fully dark before I could properly test them, but during daylight they were excellent. I did set them up and connect them to the alarm, and they would record when there was movement and the alarm was set.

I showed Jules.

“When we leave and set the alarm, that puts the camera’s into detect mode. If anyone is in the house, they will be recorded. They won’t record if the alarm is off.”

“Okay good. Can anyone hack into them?”

“I doubt it, the password is computer generated, even I have no idea what it is, it just recognises my phone and gives me access, and we have a firewall on our router, which, as you know, should give us good protection. Obviously security experts like MI5 could, but why would they want to.”

“Good. I might ask the techies at work to see if they can hack our cameras.”

“Good plan, but, just to make it a real test, don’t tell them anything, just say, I have a security camera at home, can you try and hack it and show me?”

“Okay, but why would that be a real test?”

“Because real hackers won’t know anything about us, so neither should your techies at work.”

“Fair point.”

Selina

A few days later, I had to go away for a site meeting. Jools had helped me pack, I always forget something, I mean, every time. It seems to be in my DNA, it is something that makes Jools laugh.

When I got to the hotel and got my room pass it was quite late. I managed to get a table in the restaurant but all they could offer me was Steak and Chips. That was fine, I love steak, so no issue.

“Hello you.” I said on facetime, “I am here and this is my room for the next two days.” I turned the phone around and showed her the room.

“Small.” She said.

“Yes, and I think the lens makes the room look bigger than it actually is. Luckily this hotel has no cats.”

“Ah, yes, for the swinging of.”

“Exactly. Anyway, I am beat and am going to hit the sack.” We made the usual kissy noises and the like and I ended the call.

I lay there in bed and using the app I checked the house, I could use each camera to see each room, it would only record if the alarm was on. That was a detail I may have forgotten to share with Jools. Oh dear.

Jools was just pottering around in her robe. I guessed she had showered earlier and hadn’t bothered to get dressed, only to have to get undressed to go to bed. We hadn’t moved rooms yet, so the backroom was empty apart from a chair and some boxes, it showed up well on the infrared, all black and white, but perfectly clear.

Whilst I had the app open I changed the settings for our bedroom to record any movement. Well, you never know.

The site meeting went well, but lasted all day. My plan was to stay at the hotel and then drive home early in the morning. I checked in with Jools via facetime from my room, she was sat on the settee eating a paella and watching something on TV. I told her I was heading to the restaurant and then going to have an early night as I wanted to set off early in the morning.

I had Pork chop followed by a sticky toffee pudding and a bottle of Chablis with dinner. All very nice. The restaurant was pretty empty as was the bar and I decided to just go and lay on the bed in my room.

I opened the app, and out of idle curiosity and not expecting anything, I looked at the history.

At around twelve, during the day, Jools pulled up on the drive and got out. A man also got out from the passenger side. Oh. I wondered if it was someone from work and that she had just popped home for something. I also saw her enter the house but then the camera stopped recording when she turned the alarm off.

The next thing recorded was in our bedroom. Jools in the bedroom and pulling the bed covers back. The man was stood behind her. He said something about the camera, the sound quality was poor, and Jools said that they only work when the alarm is on, so it was fine.

She undid her blouse and then her bra, putting both on the chair, her skirt and pants followed. Jools then lay on the bed, her feet facing the camera. The man had also undressed and his clothes were on my chair. His back was to the camera so I didn’t get a good view of his cock.

“Come on Ali,” Jools said, “we don’t often get this chance, hurry up, I have to get back.”

‘No,’ I thought, ‘you don’t often get this chance.’ I am not the pot that calls the kettle black, I kind of knew that she fucked around, there were the occasional signs, the most obvious being a loose fanny when we fucked in the evening. She was usually quite tight, but every now and again, she was loose. She was clean, there were no discernible signs of another man’s sperm, and I just assumed she washed well, or that he had used a condom.

My condom suspicion proved accurate as he reached into a pocket in his trousers and pulled out a small packet. His trousers fell on the floor and he bent to pick them up.

“Leave them,” Jools said, “let me put the rubber on.”

He threw her the packet and approached the bed, standing at the side facing her, now I could see his cock. Yeah, it was okay, but he did seem to have very big balls. Jools tore the wrapper and then unrolled the condom over his cock.

He got onto the bed and lay over her, his hand reaching down and fisting his cock into her.

Jools made suitably appreciative noises and he started fucking. The camera did give me a good definition and I watched his balls as they swung underneath him. The cheeks of his arse quivered as he fucked, and Jools had her nails buried into his back. ‘Explain those marks to your wife,’ I thought.

It wasn’t long before they finished. To be honest it was not what I would call impressive. When I fuck Jools, there is usually a fair amount or oral before the actual, and unless she fakes it, she usually has impressive orgasms. This was really just a fuck, I didn’t see what she was getting out of it. Was the risk worth it?

He rolled off her and pulled the condom off, tying the end to stop leaks. He placed it on the wrapper that Jools had left on the bedside and started getting dressed.

It was all a bit of an anti-climax to be honest. As a porn show it was less than a one out of ten, Jools didn’t seem to get much out of it and the man, Ali, just seemed to get his rocks of and get ready to leave. There was no fondling, no touching, no kissing, nothing, literally just a fuck. I wondered what it was all about.

“That is you nearly clear now,” he said as they left the bedroom.

I couldn’t hear what Jools said in response. I wonder what she owed him that her payment was a fuck or two. Interesting.

My hotel room door knocked. I was naked and wasn’t expecting anyone. I grabbed a towel to cover myself and opened the door. It was Selina, the office girl who usually made the arrangements and sometimes came along to take minutes. We usually flirted around the office, harmless and never going to go anywhere.

“Quick, let me in.” She said and pushed past me.

“What? You okay?” I asked.

“Bloke in the bar kept pestering me, I wasn’t interested but he wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“Oh, had he had too much to drink?”

“Are you saying a man has to be drunk to be interested in me?”

“Shit no, Sel, but too much drink can make a man forget his manners.”

“Good, only that would have been rude, especially after all that you had said in the office.”

“I wasn’t being rude, and what did I say in the office?”

“Oh lots of things, like how you would like to get me alone in a hotel room, for one.” Yes, I did say that, and lots more too, but then, I never expected to be alone in a hotel room with her.

“I did say that didn’t I?”

“Yes, and now, here we are, alone in a hotel room. Now you have me here, what would you like to do?”

I let my towel fall to the floor, it was partially slowed by a brief hang up on my cock.

“Oh. Looks like I chose the right room,” Selina said as she stepped forward and put her fingers around my cock.

“Where do we go from here Sel?” I asked her, “only you do seem to be wearing a lot of clothes.”

I stepped back and she let go of my cock. She put her hands behind her back and undid the clasp on the dress and let it fall. Her boobs are impressive, I am not normally a tit man, but you can’t really ignore hers. Her hands around her back again and her bra joined her skirt. I wondered if her boobs were natural as they didn’t really drop much when she took the bra off. Her thong was next and there she was, naked. No hair around her fanny, big tits with nice nipples and her fanny slit was a bit higher up the front than most women I encounter.

I went back and lay on the bed and Selina came and joined me, kneeling on the bed she put her mouth round my cock and sucked. A wet sloppy suck and then she started to slide her mouth up and down my cock, as her fingers played with my balls. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of being mouth fucked with a huge pair of breasts dangling just above my knees.

As she sucked, she started to move round and then turn around and straddle me, her fanny coming down to rest on my mouth. It would have been rude not to, so I returned the favour, and I licked her crease and sucked her clitoris. I managed to get a hand near her fanny and I slowly inserted two fingers into her and then crooked them as I used my teeth on her clitoris.

She was working on my cock, but as she was working it so loosely, I didn’t feel as if I were approaching a climax, it was nice, very nice, but it was not leading to an ending, happy or otherwise.

Selina was, on the other hand, getting off. I wiggled my fingers inside her, widening and scissoring in one moment, together and crooked like a two fingered come along in another. After a few moments of finger exercises I started a finger fuck. Slowly out, slowly in, my fingernail dragging across her internal wrinkle scar as I went.

Selina started to pant as she mouthed my cock, my fingers moving faster inside her, harder and as deep as my fingers could go. Selina let go of my cock and sat up, and then quickly scooted down the bed and impale herself on my cock.

She was facing away from me and as she moved up and down on my cock her arse seemed to wink at me. My cock stretched her fanny and the view looking down as she moved was erotic and hot to say the least. Up and down she bobbed, her fanny sliding over my cock, her inner wall coming out a little as she rose, gripping my cock, her juices lubing it and giving my cock a lustrous glow.

“Oh fuck yes shit” Selina panted as she rose and fell, her doing all the work was an ease on my back that was for sure.

“Yes, Jesus I hoped you’d be good,” she gasped, “and oh, fuck.” The last almost a scream and she slammed down on me, forcing my cock as far inside as it could go, a hand pressing her crotch, her clitoris perhaps, from my angle it was difficult to tell. Her fanny clamped hard on my cock and my balls twinged and I filled her.

Selina lay forward, my cock still inside her fanny, white seeping down it and as my cock softened there was a gloop sound and her fanny expelled my cock. As I looked down her fanny twinged and a big dollop of my white came out.

“Okay?” I asked, although if I am honest I didn’t really care if she wasn’t. This was in every sense of the words, just a fuck.

“Shit, yeah. I’m just going to stay here a bit if you don’t mind, I’ll go back to my room in a bit.”

Croquet

Jools was away at work, the day was warm and sunny and I had spoken to my site men, updated my spreadsheets and pretty much decided that today was a day for the garden. Jools was away working in Birmingham and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.

I texted Greeta a (!) and wondered if she would understand. A few moments later my door knocked.

“Come in,” I said, “Jools is away until tomorrow.”

“No,” she said, “come round to mine, we can go in my garden, and you can explain that text.”

“Okay. Just look at the text, what does it look like it might represent?” I grabbed my keys, followed Greeta, locking the door behind me, realising I had left my phone behind. Oh well.

I followed Greeta into her house resisting the urge to wave at Margot as I shut Greeta’s front door behind me.

“I don’t know, what is it supposed to look like?” Greeta asked over her shoulder as we walked through the house to her garden.

“It’s supposed to be a fanny. Look at it again.”

She looked down at her phone, turned the phone around and then back again.

“Oh yes, I suppose it does. Clever.”

Her garden, as small as all of them, had shrubs around the edge and was bathed in sunlight.

No 14, the house between us were away during the day, the child at school and the mum didn’t usually come home after the morning school run. I didn’t know about No 10, her neighbours the other way.

“Get your clothes off then,” Greeta said.”

“What about you?” Being the only one naked wasn’t quite in my plans.

“Oh, don’t you worry, now get naked and get on the ground and shut your eyes.”

I stripped as she demanded and lay down. The grass needed a cut and tickled my sides and balls where I hadn’t squashed it.

“Star shape and eyes shut,” she instructed. I made the required star shape and shut my eyes, sneakily watching through half closed eyelids as she went into the kitchen and returned with a tea towel.

“I thought you might sneak a peek,” she said and placed the tea towel over my eyes, now I couldn’t cheat.

I could hear her as she walked around and I could hear strange noises but couldn’t figure them out. Then I felt a sharp press at my right wrist.

“Ouch,” it didn’t hurt but as I didn’t know what she was doing, I thought a little exaggeration was the order of the moment.

“Don’t be such a baby.” I felt the same pinch at my left wrist and then both ankles. I felt the tea towel being removed.

“Okay, you can look.”

I opened my eyes and went to roll to my left to look, but I couldn’t move my arms or legs. I was pinned down with large pins.

“Okay. What?”

“I was given a croquet set, but it came with no balls, and then I thought, I knew someone who had a nice big set of balls that might come in handy, the pins are pinning you down, and now I can play with the balls.”

She then walked over and stood above me, directly above my face, I looked up, of course. The view was wonderful. Her dress stood out as her legs were apart, and beautifully framed between was her fanny. She crouched down and rubbed her fanny along my nose and across my mouth, I did the best I could to lick her fanny, but she seemed in a playful mood and moved herself too quickly.

She stood again, stepped back and reaching behind her she undid the catch at the top of her dress, letting it fall to the grass just behind my head. Now we were both naked. I tried to wriggle my wrists free, but the angle was wrong and I didn’t have enough strength in my wrists to lever them free.

Greeta knelt between my legs and lowered her head to my groin. I couldn’t lift my shoulders far enough up off the ground to be able to clearly see what I was doing. Whatever it was, this was Greeta’s game to play. I felt her blow on my balls, a gentle hot breath and then a small nip.

“Ouch”

“I’ve already told you, don’t be such a baby.” Another nip and then a hand around my cock and a slow wank. After a few moments of personal attention Greeta raised herself and said:

“This is too one sided.”

“Sorry I can’t help.”

“Can’t or won’t?”