7 comments/ 73383 views/ 9 favorites I've Been Missing Out Ch. 01 By: SylviaG I stood there in my bathrobe. I felt awkward and silly; this was daughter's third attempt at getting me to have a massage. "Hop up on the table Mary." I grinned timidly at my 24 year old son. "God mum just do as he says," Sarah said with a grin at my nervousness. James my son turned his back as Sarah came over to me. She helped me off with my dressing gown. I climbed up onto the massage table that James had brought with him. "Mum James is good at this it's his job," she said, not looking up from her mobile phone. I lay on my stomach as Sarah put the towel over my middle. So there I was, a 48 year old with a slight nagging back problem. I knew my son would be professional about this. I just felt a little uncomfortable being half naked in front of him. He started on my arms as I watched my daughter with her mobile phone. She spent a lot of time sending text messages to her friends. James had moved to my back, low down. His hands skilfully moved over my skin. He stopped and I felt his fingers on my bra catch. "God James, no," I shrieked a little. I watched Sarah get out of the chair. "God mother he can't do you any good if you are wearing a bra." I felt her fingers whip the bra clips open, I was still protesting as she pulled the strap off my right arm. I pushed myself up slightly giving in. Sarah smiled at me. "You are going to be on your front, besides James has seen a lot worse tits than yours." Sometimes I cringed at my daughter's openness. If I had ever mentioned the things she does in front of my mother when I was young, I think my legs would have stung for awhile. God, kids were just so open these days. OK Sarah was 23, and she had the confidence I never had, but the way she asked me about sex just had me blushing sometimes. My husband had died 3 years ago, and Sarah was trying to get me back into dating. I was horrified and told her I didn't want anyone. All I got from her was 'what about sex?' I felt James push his fingers through my skin. I just couldn't seem to relax. "Sarah, get the ocean tape out of my bag and put it on." A few minutes later the sound of waves rolling on the beach filled my living room, it sort of helped. "I'm going over to Mandy's." I watched as Sarah kissed her husband, and I suddenly realised I would be alone, half naked, with my son! "Sarah you ought to stay, James will be finished soon." "No he won't. I've told him to give you the works, so just relax and enjoy it mum," she said with a wink and a smile. She grabbed their car keys and before I knew it the front door slammed shut. "Y, you can stop James, you don't have to carry on," I mumbled. "Oh I do, do you know what Sarah will do to me if I don't?" he replied with a chuckle. "Well just for 5 minutes then," I said, in a sort of uncomfortable compromise. His hands moved over my back, in a sort of outward motion from the base of my spine. He was firm yet gentle and he seemed to keep the same speed or rhythm. I listened to the tape he had brought, and with his hands gliding over my body I felt quite relaxed now. That was until I felt him flick the towel up my thighs a little. "Relax, I'm just going to do your legs," he said. "James, it's not necessary," I protested weakly. "Oh it is babe." I stiffened a little. "Hell sorry, you look just like Sarah, it's quite uncanny but you really could be her sister." I decided to laugh it off. "Oh I don't think my body is as good as hers." "Yeah sure it is, you might be her mum but you look after yourself, don't you?" I thanked him for the compliment and smiled to myself. OK he was being kind to me like he always was. He always told me I looked nice when we met. He used to say that I looked more like Sarah's sister. Not that she had a sister, but I think you know what I'm trying to say. He was always whispering in my ear in a joking manner, that he married Sarah when he saw what a hot mum she had. I wasn't used to talk like that and it shocked me at first, but it was all said in fun. Still I just hoped the towel was covering my white panties. It felt like it was, but James was working up my thighs a little further. "How does that feel?" "Great James, but, not so high up huh?" "You're the boss darling," he said with a chuckle. Before I could react to the darling bit. He did something with his fingers that had me relaxing again. They worked on my thigh muscles a little more firmly. Still he was always calling me things like that since my husband died. It was friendly and warm the way he said it, and I had gotten used to it over the years. "You know I think your legs are a little better than Sarah's, don't tell her I said so though will you, we don't want her getting jealous do we?" Again he said it sort of jokingly, but I didn't really think it was appropriate. Before I could say anything, he was stood in front of me and stretching down pulling his hands up the sides of my torso. I opened my eyes for the first time in quite awhile. His hands were doing a good job, but they seemed to get close to the outside of my breasts! OK they were just slightly grazing them by the smallest margin, and maybe he didn't notice, but I did. I was now looking directly at his groin. I closed my eyes again; I didn't want to embarrass myself by staring at him. Even though I shut my eyes I was aware of the slight bulge his cock made in his trousers. I told myself to stop being so stupid. "Sarah told me you went out with Mr Kenny." "Oh, that was just because he didn't have anyone to go with him to his works do." "So, did he hit on my mother?" "No," I replied with a chuckle, "it wasn't like that." "That's good, because you can do better than him. You know my mate Simon fancies you?" "God James, don't be silly." Again I chuckled but not as much. "Anyway, I told him he would have to wait and let me go first." It was now I realised his fingers had slipped a little more onto my breasts as he moved up the sides of my body. "James I, I...." "Oh don't worry he won't try anything, not unless you want him to, he was quite serious you know." "James that's ridiculous," I protested. "Why? Sarah knows he fancies you. Didn't she tell you, you had a hot body the other day? I mean if I was that way inclined, well." "Are you that way inclined?" I mumbled softly. I was waiting for another chuckle from him, just to ease my mind that all he was doing was teasing me. "Well, here I am giving you a massage, letting my hands explore your body. But I'm a professional and you are my mother, I guess I'll just have to wait until I get home." "James stop now, please this is silly." I suppose I had been so relaxed due to his expert fingers running over my body I forgot. I had pushed myself up and exposed my naked breasts to him! I quickly slumped back down. "Oh dear, I'm sorry James." I didn't know where to look, but anywhere would have been better than where I was looking. My face was inches from my sons cock, and it was hard or at least harder than I remembered earlier! "Look, just relax, um, let me carry on." He moved back to the other end of the table. I hadn't ever been so embarrassed in my life! His hands were back on my legs again. "I, I think we ought to stop really I do, James? James!" His hand was cupping my pussy through my panties. I was frozen to the spot, why the hell didn't I just yell at him? I pushed my pussy down to the bed trying to stop him. His fingers just rolled across my lips, and I started to gasp. "You, must stop," I mumbled, "James I'm your mother in........" I had looked over my shoulder and he such a lust filled expression on his face. But my eyes were glued to his naked erection. I finally came to my senses, and I scrambled up twisting to look at him with my arms covering my breasts. I hadn't seen a cock for years, and I certainly hadn't seen one that big, ever! "All those times I teased you, just once I wanted you to take it as real, I just wanted to make you see how sexy you are," he mumbled. "You are married to my daughter," I said in disbelief, "p, put it away, please." I went to get off the table and keep my breasts covered at the same time. As I opened my legs James moved between them, trapping me on the edge of the table. I felt vulnerable and confused. He gently took my arm and pulled it away from my breasts. I couldn't look him in the eye. "I won't hurt you Mary I swear. I just fancy you so fucking much." "Don't swear, please." God what a ridiculous thing to say I thought to myself. "You are so sweet and so lovely, you deserve so much," he mumbled. He sounded so sincere. He lifted my head up by my chin, ever so gently. His face neared mine. I was still protesting quietly as his lips brushed mine. His other hand now cupped my left breast and I shrunk away closing my eyes, until my back was on the table. When I opened my eyes he was gone. I sat up slightly and noticed his head between my legs. He started kissing me through my panties. No man had ever done that to me, not even my husband. I pushed my hand between his lips and my panties. He just gently took hold of it again and moved it away. I didn't struggle, I just lay there telling myself how wicked I was. This was my daughter's husband, and I was acting like one of those, those loose women! Had I given him some signal that I didn't know about? I held onto my panties as James tried to pull them down. "No James, please stop," I mumbled. I felt his fingers uncoil mine from my panties, I just let him. Only my husband had ever seen between my legs, and now my son was gasping at that sight. "Oh Mary," he groaned. He was now stood up and looking down on me. I still had my arm across my breast, why I'm not sure, because he was staring between my legs! He moved forward and I felt his cock slide between my pussy lips. My whole body was trembling with fear and excitement. I hadn't had a cock in me since my husband died. I hadn't wanted one in that time either. "Just do it if you are going to James, don't humiliate me." He pushed into me and I gasped. My back lifted off the table; it was like that big cock of his made me react in that way. I settled back down feeling my poor pussy stretch. "Mary, just relax, I'm going to be gentle, and I want you to enjoy it too." "But this is all wrong, what about Sarah?" I whimpered. "Don't worry, she'll get some tonight," he replied. "For heavens sake, I didn't mean that," I almost shrieked. "I know, I love her and she's a big girl. You'll be surprised how mature she is about something like this." He started rocking a few inches at a time. I gulped and gasped a little, feeling his hard cock going further and further. I swear I didn't know how much he had in me, but it felt so good, after I had forced myself to relax. "God you look gorgeous like that Mary," he mumbled. I didn't know what he meant until I looked down. My breasts jiggled every time he pushed into me. God did that really excite him! "How do you feel? I mean does it hurt?" What a thing to ask your mother! I shook my head and smiled a little, well, it was more of a nervous, embarrassed smile I suppose. I could feel myself getting wetter; I just hoped James didn't notice as well. I started feeling a long lost sensation deep within me, and after a few minutes I was biting my finger to stop crying out. "Jesus Mary, what are you doing that for?" he asked shocked. "I, I don't want you to hear," I half cried. My legs were shaking and I couldn't hold back. "Hear what? Mary, hear what?" I shook my head from side to side not wanting to answer him. I gasped and grunted and let go. I screwed my face up and clenched my fists. Then I screamed. I had just had my first orgasm for years, and the only orgasm I was ever allowed. My husband didn't like to hear me; sex was something we did quietly, even in our own home. Once or twice a month, I had to lie still while he fucked me for 10 minutes. Then when he had finished he got out and went to the loo. I would then finger myself while he waited, giving me a few minutes to myself. I know this might be laughed at by people today, but that was how I was brought up, to cook, clean, and play the little wife. I would close the curtains plunging the bedroom into darkness, and open my legs and let my husband have his way, and not to behave like some whore and enjoy it. That was how it was, that was what was expected in my day. James had put my ankles up over his shoulders, which shocked me quite a lot. I put my hand down covering my pussy, I just felt so exposed it wasn't decent! I think James got the wrong end of the stick. "Go on, you can rub it if you want," he groaned. I didn't say anything, I mean how could I say I didn't feel right exposing myself in that way, well he had his cock in me, didn't he? Oh my, if Sarah ever found out I'd die! He was now starting to thrust deeper. I knew I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I was. At least I still held my arm over my breasts. I opened my eyes and looked at him, he was smiling down at me, I found it hard but I grinned back, well just a little. "I won't do it in you if you don't want me to." My mouth dropped open; I just didn't know how to answer him. "Can I, please can I?" he panted. I just nodded. I watched his face, and the utter joy it displayed had my heart thumping faster. "Oh fuck here it comes!" "Don't swear," I mumbled. He shuddered and shook, and I just watched his face go through all sorts of strange contortions. I never saw anything like it before, and I mean that. My husband always buried his face in my neck. I heard him grunt but I never saw the look on his face, I wasn't allowed. He pulled out of me, and I quickly got up covering my breasts with one hand and my pussy with the other. James was slumped on the couch. "Will, will you put your trousers back on please?" I said in a panicking voice. He just smiled and nodded. I looked away from his cock, and then back again, and then quickly away feeling my face getting hotter. James smirked a little at my embarrassment. I think he was amused by his mother trying not to look. I gathered up my clothes trying to keep my bits covered at the same time. I went to the downstairs loo on very wobbly legs. I tried to come to terms with what had taken place. It felt just like a dream, apart from the slight pain between my legs. When I came out of the loo there he was standing in front of me. I could barely look at him, but I knew he was grinning at me. Christ did he want it again! I started to talk but my throat caught. I started stammering and mumbling like a naughty schoolgirl. "Mary, don't worry. I'm not going to jump on you." I returned his grin and then instantly stopped myself. "Good, that was very, um," I stammered. "Good?" "No naughty," I said in shock. He laughed a little. I composed myself and took a deep breath, "that must never happen again, I, I don't want to um, to mention it again, you must never, um." "Mary, don't worry so," he said laughing a little more. "It is our secret, isn't it?" "What's your secret?" I gasped and felt my legs go weak. "S, S, Sarah, nothing, nothing is going on. Oh no," I babbled. "James put your stuff in the car." I watched as he went into the lounge to collect his things together as Sarah had suggested. So now there I was facing my daughter, waiting for her to demand answers. "Mum, it's OK, I know. I told James to do it." I just stood there wondering if she was talking about something else. How could she be this calm? Then her words finally clicked in my brain. She smiled at me. "God mother you are so old fashioned. Look, forget about it, besides my mum deserves better than fat, balding, Mr Kenny." "Sarah Mr Kenny is a nice man." "He's a bloody pervert mother, he's not good enough for you, and he's nearly 60. Oh, by the way, your blouse is done up wrong," she said with a grin. She came forward and hugged me. I still didn't know what day of the week it was! "We love you mum. I know you don't want to get married again, but you can have some fun. I just thought you needed to know what you are missing out on, you are still a sexy woman." "Sarah you shouldn't talk like that. I'm nearly 50." "So? Anyway, Simon will come over in two weeks time." "Come over, what for?" I gasped in shock. "Why a massage of course, he works with James, and he sort of likes you," she said with a smile and a wink. "I, I, don't want him to come over. Goodness Sarah what would people think! And another thing, James, James shouldn't have, I mean, you are his wife, are you splitting up or something?" She was laughing at me now. I felt flustered and confused. "No mum, we are not splitting up. I'd cut his balls off rather than lose him." "Sarah, please don't swear like that," I said, as I tried to sort out my blouse with trembling fingers. She pushed my hands down and took over doing up my blouse. "Look mum it was just a one off, we talked about it, James and me. I know dad made you do the frozen chicken thing, but god you should have fun, sex is about enjoyment." "I was very happy with your father, he treated us both well, and don't you forget that." She hugged me again. "I know mum, and I love him, but he's gone now. I know you never want to marry again, but you've still got it. Use it before it's too late. Anyway, I bet Mr Kenny would love a chance to get in you knickers." "He's not getting in my, my." "No he isn't, he's not good enough for you. Look, ring me if you need another massage, I'll get James to see Simon at work." "That won't be happening young lady. I'm not some, loose woman." I wish she would stop smiling at me. "Right, the car is loaded. See you soon Mary." I nodded at James and took a step back as he moved to kiss me. My hands covered my blouse which my daughter hadn't buttoned up all the way. He moved back and went outside. "Seriously mum, Simon is 31, he really is a nice bloke, if you don't want a massage come for a drink with us, on Thursday night. You said you liked him, so why not come for a drink with the three of us?" I shook my head, "I've got bingo that night." "Wow! Life in the fast lane," Sarah said sarcastically. "Sarah um, this is hard for me, but, why did you let James, I mean, I don't understand," I mumbled awkwardly. "Look, I just don't want you missing out; you're not past it mum. Besides, you wouldn't even consider going for a drink or dating anyone that fancied you. So I just thought James could give you a kick start, sort of show you what you've been missing out on." "I haven't missed out on anything," I protested. "Mum, dad wasn't exactly Romeo was he? Anyway fart brain Kenny isn't good enough for you. Go on just come for a drink," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. "I'll think about it and don't say Mr Kenny a far... well you know." That night in bed I still felt an ache in my pussy. I held off from touching myself for at least 20 minutes. I pushed my hand between my legs, and closed my legs trapping my hand there. I could feel the old hot flush again. James filled my head and what he did to me, after awhile I couldn't see his face, it was now Simon that I saw, as I imagined his cock sliding in and out of me. Again I bit my finger to stop crying out. No I don't know why either! Maybe I thought the ghost of Ted, my husband, would bellow down from the heavens! I started taking stock of my life over the next couple of days. I sat there watching daytime telly and put my feet up on the coffee table. I giggled to myself. Ted never liked that, feet up on the furniture was a definite no-no. I kicked the radio times on the floor and chuckled. I looked at the magazine rack next to the Ted's chair. I stretched my foot out and tipped the rack over. I plucked the copies of various women's magazines, and a leaflet on double glazing out of the rack with my toes. I laughed, and then after a few moments I started to cry. I suppose it was then I realised how lonely I was. I never realised it before. Hell I didn't even like bingo or my stupid trip to the charity shops every Tuesday with Jill and Sandra. They were both a little older than me. I laughed again, this time imagining telling them about my son having sex, no fucking me, yes he fucked me. He made love to me, he fucked me. Jill and Sandra would probably be too shocked to speak. Yes James fucked me, and his friend wanted to fuck me as well! I've Been Missing Out Ch. 01 I phoned Sarah the next day. "Sarah, I'd like to come with you for a drink, just a drink you understand, and just one and I don't want Simon expecting any funny business." "Don't worry he won't mum, and what about bingo?" she asked with a giggle. "I'm sure I could miss it just once." I put the phone down and then picked it up again. I phoned the hairdresser and booked an appointment. In the afternoon I grabbed the dog lead, and took Sammy out across the fields that back on to my house. It was there as I walked I talked to Ted. At first I asked if he thought I was being stupid. Then I told him I needed some excitement in my life. I told him that I would always love him, and I hoped he would forgive me. I smiled up to the sky, hoping he had forgiven me for having sex with James. I've Been Missing Out Ch. 02 Sarah and I usually went shopping together on Wednesdays, not for anything in particular, and usually not for me. I would normally stand there as she went through half the store trying things on. But today she picked out a few things for me. Some of it, I flatly refused to consider, but the beige skirt was nice, it came to just above my knees, and flared out a little. "Try these on with it," she called through the curtain. I saw a beige pair of court shoes come through the curtain. "The heels are a little high," I mumbled back. She didn't say anything she just shook the shoes until I took them. I pulled back the curtain and waited anxiously for her reaction. "Good we'll take them," she said to the salesgirl. In the café I tried telling her I wasn't going on a date. "Of course you're not mum. But you look better in 3 inch heels instead of those flat things." "My flat shoes are comfortable," I protested with a pout. She winked at me, "had your hair done though didn't you." "I was overdue for a cut." She chuckled, "and the lighter tint?" "I just fancied a change, that's all," I mumbled. "Oh don't worry mum I'm only teasing, your hair looks lovely. Its nice you made an effort." "It's for me you understand, not for anyone else." "Look I know you are a little worried, maybe nervous, but Simon is a gentleman. He's not going to leer at your big knockers all night." My eyes shot round the café. "Sarah, please don't say words like that for everyone to hear," I said in hushed tones. It was 7 o'clock when Sarah arrived on Thursday night. "I'm not ready yet. Didn't you say 8 o'clock?" I asked a little flummoxed. "Yeah, I just wanted to get here early so you wouldn't back out at the last moment, and to help you get ready." "Sarah I'm a grown woman I don't need help, I, I'm not nervous, well a little I guess. But this isn't a proper date, I don't have to, well impress him or anything." "I know I just want my mum to know I'm here to help, if she needs it." "Well I don't," I stated, annoyed by her grin. 10 minutes later a rather pathetic call for help from my bedroom was made. She hugged me and smiled. Three times I did up the top button of my blouse, and four times Sarah undid it! I gulped at the pack of stockings she gave me. "I haven't got a suspender belt," I mumbled. "You don't need one they are hold ups," she said, as she took the pack from me and started opening it. "Sarah, I'm not a tart, I'll wear tights, what if he gets the wrong impression?" I said with a bigger gulp. "Oh, is he going to get that far then?" she said with a chuckle. "Certainly not, and I would prefer it if you stopped all this suggestive talk," I said with an indignant huff. "I know he's not, but won't it make you feel good about yourself?" I looked at her a little puzzled. "Well just think, there you will be in sexy stockings and he won't even know. I mean, you can sit there all smug about what you have hidden up your skirt knowing he doesn't know." "OK the stockings, but not the high heels," I said, trying to come to some sort of compromise with myself and my daughter. "No, high heels are a must, besides they are only 3 inch heels." So there I sat in the pub waiting for Simon and James to turn up. Now I know I only said one drink but I kind of sunk the first in record time. My second wine was gone too. Still the butterflies in my stomach seemed to slow to a mild frenzy! The only thing that I didn't like was the perfume Sarah had sprayed on me when I wasn't looking. "Oh my, there he is," I choked, as I grabbed Sarah's arm. "God keep calm mum, just remember you are wearing stockings, and if he knew he'd be all over the place." "As long as he's not all over me," I mumbled. "Smile mum, you won't get executed." I did smile, I couldn't bloody stop! I think my face just got stuck. "Hi Sarah, Hi Mrs Brent," Simon said with a grin. I felt a dig in my ribs from my daughter. "C, call me Mary," I said, eventually. James came over with the drinks and things settled down. The two men talked and played darts for awhile. I know that doesn't sound like fun, but I started to relax a little more. When Simon sat down again we chatted, at first he gave me simple questions with one word answers. Which again might sound strange or silly, but remember I hadn't been out like this for years? Not with a guy who fancied me, and a younger guy at that. Mr Kenny was OK, but he was a friend of my husband and me for years. So it was easier to talk to him. I hope that makes sense? By my fourth wine I felt more at ease, in fact I found myself thinking of my stockings, and what Simon would think of them. I had already noticed quick glances at my cross legs, several times! My hem was about 5 inches off my knee as I sat there. I had this strange feeling that Sarah might have told him something. Would my daughter have mentioned that I was wearing stockings! "So what time do you want to go home mum?" Sarah whispered in my ear. "Um, later Sarah, just one more drink wouldn't hurt." Simon jumped up when he caught the end of what I said. I tried to stifle a giggle as his foot caught the leg of the stool. I think that was the moment that really broke the ice. He looked so embarrassed, but he laughed it off. "I'll give you a hand with the drinks mate," James said. "No you won't, I will," I said without thinking. I was on my feet and following him to the bar before I knew it. I looked back at Sarah for some reason; she just winked at me, and then chuckled as I had carried on walking right into Simon who had stopped! So there I was following him again looking at his strong muscular back in his tight white shirt. He was easily 5 inches taller than me and he certainly had something about him I liked. I stood by his side at the bar and he smiled down at me. I just smiled back. His hand went round my waist and he pulled me to him. Was this him making a move on me! I soon realised it was because someone else was trying to squeeze behind me to get to the bar. Even so he just left his hand on my back, and I didn't really object. I could feel a slight weakness in my knees. His hand just stayed there, on my back, not stroking, not caressing, just on my back. "Are you OK?" he whispered in my ear. I felt a warm glow, a sort of nice flush rippled through my body, not sexual just nice. I smiled up at him. He grinned back, and his fingers flexed on the thin material of my blouse. The way my blouse moved over my skin under his soft touch made me feel wanted again, and now it felt sexual. I found myself moving into him, just a slight sway of my body, just enough to feel his leg against my skirt. Was this some bold sexual advance from me? I liked to think he wasn't sure. I remembered my stockings. I just wanted to grab his hand and press it on my thigh. I wanted him to feel the bump my stocking top made through my skirt. I wanted to put my arm around his waist. God I wanted to kiss him! "Mary, I don't want to offend you, I don't want you to give me answer either, well not yet. But I'd like to see you again. Please don't answer me now, don't even give me a hint either way, I just well, I like you." I swallowed and looked at him. Our eyes just held each others for a few moments. I wanted to say yes but I suppose my upbringing stopped me. "Will you consider it?" he asked. I nodded, and smiled at him. I reached for his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed mine back and I saw a look of relief on his face. I suppose I had just given him the answer that he had asked me not to. I took a deep breath. "Simon, I want to see you again. I know you asked me not to say, but, well, I do. Is that OK?" His smile stretched across the room. I felt my legs shaking now, sort of just doing their own thing. We squeezed each others hands again, until he had to pay for the drinks. I carried the two glasses of wine back to the table. I think Sarah noticed something had gone on at the bar. She just gave me a knowing smile but she didn't say anything. My nerves were back now, but they were excited nerves. I felt like I was floating on air. I felt lucky and so alive for the first time in years. Half an hour later I was alone with Sarah. She told me what she had seen at the bar. I suppose I had a silly grin on my face constantly now. "Mum he really likes you. You are going to let him walk you home aren't you?" My face must have dropped. "Mum he won't try anything. If I thought he would I'd make you get a taxi, trust him he's a lovely bloke." "As long as he doesn't," I said finally. She almost squealed with delight. "Do you need a taxi Mary?" James asked. "No she needs some fresh air, don't you mum?" I watched my daughter make some not very subtle eyes movements at Simon. "I'll um, walk you home, if, you like?" I looked at Simon for a few seconds. "I'd like that, thank you." We walked with a foot gap between us, until I swallowed and put my arm through his. It didn't stop his conversation, but I could almost sense him puffing out his chest. We walked slowly, very slowly, until we reached my gate. "So when can I see you again?" "Um, Sunday would be nice, if you are not busy?" He nodded. "We could go out to lunch somewhere." "I'd like that Simon." So here we were at that awkward stage. Should he kiss me or should he not? I moved in front of him and reached up. He kissed my cheek, and I felt for his hand. We held hands for awhile and I moved forward again. This time I let him kiss me on the lips, mouths closed. I heard a soft groan from him and I found myself opening my mouth. He responded in the same manner. I felt his tongue dance over my lips and this time I groaned. I had never been kissed like that before. I wanted more and I went for it! Our tongues touched sending little pleasant shock waves through me. He was soft and gentle and I found myself becoming the aggressor. He was soon responding and I could hear the sound of two people breathing through their noses. I was clinging to him now, and he was doing the same. He was almost lifting me off my feet he was becoming so passionate. "I ought to go," he said panting. I didn't want him to go. I couldn't let him go! "Why don't you, come in for a coffee?" I gasped. "Because, I, I'd probably, want. I mean I couldn't," he mumbled. "Hell Simon, take me to bed," I pleaded. "Are you, do you really mean that?" I nodded. Totally out of character for me, but I wanted him so bad. I sort bulked a little thinking I had maybe gone too far. I could see him pump himself up. He grabbed my hand and with a force that shocked me, rushed me to the front door. Sammy was let out the back for a quick wee, and then sent to his bed. I stopped half way up the stairs, "sorry, did you want coffee?" He shook his head and we carried on to the bedroom. Simon was so eager he nearly over took me! We stood staring at each other now we made it to the bedroom. "Simon, this is the first time I've had sex for," I stopped myself going further. Did Simon know about James and me? I had to think how I was going to put this. "Sarah said you haven't been, with, well anyone, since your husband died." "That's not entirely true, but I'm a little, um, well out of practice?" He nodded with a comforting smile. He came forward and hugged me. I closed my eyes as my arms went around his back and up to his shoulders. "Maybe we are going a little too fast. Mary if you aren't comfortable then I can go." "No, I want you. I just want you to know I might not, well, I might be a little rusty." He hugged me tight and kissed my forehead. "It's OK," he whispered. My fingers fiddled with the zip on the back of my skirt. I couldn't seem to undo it. When he turned his back I frantically tugged at the zip. He turned back to me and I quickly moved from the zip that wouldn't budge to the buttons on my blouse. I smiled at him, hoping I had masked the total incompetent who couldn't even undress herself. He was down to his pants already, and there I was with one shoe off and one shoe on! My fumbling fingers were calmly removed from my buttons. I could feel my face going red as I just watched his hands slip my buttons open. His head moved forward and he kissed my cheek. I just sort of melted there and then. My blouse slid to the floor and then my bra. I was in such a daze I couldn't remember him taking it off me. Then I realised he was staring at them. I put my arms across my chest. "Mary, if you don't want to, then I don't mind waiting." His words were almost whispered, but loud enough for me to slowly drop my arms to my side. I turned slowly until my back was to him. "Would you unzip my skirt?" I mumbled. My body stiffened, as I felt his warm wet lips unexpectedly kiss the back of my neck. I closed my eyes as he gently planted little slow kisses over me. I swallowed as my skirt rushed to the floor. His lips started on my shoulder now, trailing over it slowly. My eyes had closed long ago as I savoured every little touch. Maybe I should do something for him now, but I just hadn't be touched or caressed like that for, well, ever! His lips went down my back as he went down on his knees. I just stood there feeling every wonderful movement over my skin. I shuddered with delight at everything he did. "I didn't figure you for someone who wears stockings," he mumbled into my back. I sort of froze, what did he mean? "I, um, don't usually. God don't you like them?" I said in a panicking voice. I was so worried in case he thought I was loose woman. Did he have visions of me stood on street corners! "I do like them Mary, I like them very much. Would you wear them in bed for me?" "I usually wear a nightdress. Oh, I see what you mean, well if you want me to I suppose it would be, OHHHH!" I gasped feeling his lips covering my backside. I had never had anyone kiss my backside before, OK I still had my panties on but this was so strange! His hands slowly went over my legs, gently running down the nylon. It sent little shock waves through me. Both hands swept back up and over my hips, and then they went down again taking my panties down to my knees! Again I found my hand covering between my legs. "Can we get into bed now?" I asked a little uncertain. He stood back up still behind me. "Of course we can," he mumbled in my ear. I think he must have realised I was a little embarrassed. He didn't say anything though. I quickly kicked off my shoe and got into bed. He smiled as he bent forward as I looked away. I know this is silly, but I didn't want to just stare at him as he slipped his pants off. I'm not like the women of today, I mean I just wasn't brought up to be so open about sex. Still I felt a little more comfortable in bed now. I wanted him, I just didn't want him to think I some sort of, well, slut. He kissed my neck, and that was fine. His hand was stroking my stocking top, and that was nice. He moved between my legs, and that was OK. His cock went to the opening of my pussy, and that was a shock! "Are you OK?" he asked as I gasped. I nodded and whimpered. "You seem, um, a..." "Big?" he responded to my stammering. I gave a nervous chuckle as he pushed in a little. I spread my legs further. "Mary, I'll be gentle," he said with a grin. I smiled again. He pushed in and I gasped. He began to slowly withdraw and then move back in, only a few inches for a few strokes. Then he fed a little more, and did the same again. "That is about half way, are you OK?" I nodded and smiled, but my head was wrestling with just how big he was! I could feel him filling me width ways. I just hoped that when we finished I'd be able to close my legs. Still I was enjoying it a little more now. The tightness seemed to arouse me more than I thought it would. "Can I go further?" he mumbled. I could hear passion in voice. I suppose it was more about what he was doing than who he was doing it with. I didn't want to disappoint him either. My husband had never asked a question like that. Then again he never said anything during sex. Ted would just smile afterwards just for a second to let me know he loved me. For some reason thinking of Ted gave me an edge. For the first time I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling, was Ted up there watching his wife behave like a complete whore? "Go all the way. All the way in me Simon," I whispered, "I don't care if it hurts a little, hell I hope it does." My words were directed at Simon, but more at my husband. I wanted him to know I was enjoying sex. I wanted Ted to know he never aroused me like Simon or James had. "Oh my goodness!" I gasped. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" Simon said pulling out a little. "I told you to, didn't I? Go on do it to me, F, fuck me!" I growled, hoping Ted would hear me swearing. I winced and I panted as Simon couldn't control himself anymore. He had been patient with me, and now he deserved to let himself go. It hurt, but I'm not a kid. Ted would fuck me when I was barely ready. He wasn't as big as Simon so I managed to stifle my groans. But now I didn't want to. In a weird way, and I don't know why, I wanted Simon to know he was hurting me a little. I wanted him to use me. "Do it harder and faster Simon," I mumbled. "Are, you sure?" he panted. I looked up at the ceiling again, "oh I'm sure darling." He started hammering into me, and I loved it. I don't know why I had suddenly changed; maybe I was jealous of missing out all these years. Maybe if my husband had added a little foreplay or at least let me respond, sex with him would have been more of joy, than a chore! I washed, I cooked, I cleaned, and I lay in silence for 10 minutes while Ted did the deed. Fucking hell I've missed out! I wrapped my legs around Simon, such a whorish display, but it felt great. He didn't mind, he didn't ask me what the hell I was doing. "Do you think I'm a slut?" I hissed. "Christ no Mary," Simon panted in a shocked voice. My question wasn't directed at Simon. I quickly thought of a way to change it though. "No, I meant if I asked you to stay the night, if you wanted. Would you think I was a slut then?" "God no, Mary I wouldn't think that. I'd love to stay, if you wanted it." "Yeah, yeah I'd love it," I hissed, as my orgasm sent my body into uncontrollable quivers. "You are so, so bloody, sexy," Simon groaned. He was still hammering into me as I started to come down. I clung to him as he trembled. I knew he was shooting and I whimpered with delight. I cuddled into him as he slept. I felt so alive and so very happy. I now knew what I had been missing out on all through my married life. Although deep down, I felt I had just cheated on my dead husband. I still loved him, but maybe I had to move on now. I closed my eyes, and I'm sure I slept with a smile on my face. Could sex really be this wonderful? I made Simon breakfast in bed. I perched on the end of the bed with my dressing gown wrapped around me. I watched him eat with a happy smile on my face. I lost count of the times I asked if the food was alright. I suddenly realised how much I was embarrassing myself. I took his trousers and shirt down stairs and ironed them. I just did it out of habit I suppose. He chuckled when he came in the lounge. "You don't have to do that," he said, still with a grin on his face. "Oh it's no trouble really," I gushed. "Are we still on for Sunday lunch?" "Goodness yes," I said, enthusiastically. I walked him to the door and I almost bumped into his back again. I told myself to calm down but I just couldn't. I was like a puppy chasing after her master. He turned and kissed me, just a peck on the lips, but it caused me to give a silly little chuckle. I had a new spring in my step as I took Sammy across the fields. I think I had a permanent grin all over my face. When we got back home I went into my bedroom and I could smell the faint whiff of Simon's aftershave. I bent down and sniffed the pillow he had slept on. I raced downstairs to answer the phone. I didn't expect him to phone me quite so soon. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. I've Been Missing Out Ch. 02 "Ah there you are, stay right there Jill and I are coming round." The phone went dead before I could utter one word. 20 minutes later Jill and Sandra sat at my kitchen table. Jill was 4 years older than me and Sandra a year older than her. "Jill and I have been told you were seen kissing some young boy last night." "And you let him out this morning," Sandra added quickly. My mouth hung open in shock. But they continued before I could speak. "I'm surprised at you Mary, and so is Sandra," Jill said gruffly. I looked to Sandra and she nodded her agreement. "What on earth do you think you are playing at? Have you gone mad? I don't mind telling you that it will soon be all over the town. I hope he slept in the spare room," Jill said, narrowing her eyes. "Please tell us he did, for your own sake," Sandra added. "Well, um, I," I stammered, as I fiddled with my fingers. "Oh Mary, you didn't!" Sandra shrieked. I jumped as Jill banged her hand on the table. "He is 31 years old, he, he's not a boy," I mumbled. "Mary, I can't believe you would do such a thing." Jill snapped. "Nor can I," Sandra added hot on her heels. "I, no we, we like each other," I said trying to defend myself. "Mary you had, relations, out of wedlock, don't you feel shame. I mean think of Ted, what would he say if he knew?" "Sandra, Ted is no longer with us, but I know what you mean," Jill said to her horrified friend. I watched Jill take a deep breath. Both Sandra and I knew not to interrupt when she did this. "My poor brother will be devastated. He comes round here and helps you prune bushes, tidy the garden and he decorated this very kitchen for you. Have you no shame?" I felt flushed and flustered. I just couldn't respond to anything they said. I'm sure the gallows had been erected in my back garden already! "You know my brother wants to marry you. Alvin would be a good husband; I know you haven't wanted to yet. But the best thing would be to go on your knees and beg him to marry you now." I watched Sandra pat Jill's arm in a soothing manner. "Do you see the distress you've caused us? Mary, it would be best to do as Jill says. Become Mrs Kenny and Alvin can move in and look after you." "I, I don't want to, get married I mean." I watched the two women for a moment. "My pills Sandra get my pills," Jill said fanning her face with her hand. I raced to the sink and got a glass of water as Sandra opened the bottle of pills. We waited for a minute as the pills took effect. "Now, now listen to me. My brother is worth 10 of this man you have been seeing. I only hope God and baby Jesus will make you see sense. We'll pick you up as usual on Sunday." "Yes we will," Sandra added nodding. "You will come to church and we will all pray for you," Jill said getting to her feet. Sandra jumped up and ran to the hall to get their coats. While she was gone Jill stood close to me. "My brother has invested a lot of time and effort in you. You will marry him, besides, I bet that man is having a good laugh about you with his mates right now," Jill hissed in a vicious whisper. I shrunk back a little. "Huh, I've got you thinking now haven't I?" Jill spat in triumph. I've Been Missing Out Ch. 03 I thought long and hard about what Jill had said. As the day passed I thought of Simon bragging to his mates about having sex with me. It horrified me to think he would do such a thing, but would he? When he didn't phone me the next day my hopes for him faded. Maybe Jill was right, I felt used and dirty. I couldn't get in touch with Sarah because she was now on holiday in Africa. I waited by the phone waiting for Simon to call. As the minutes turned to hours I lost hope. I cried and cried. I went to bed Saturday night realising just how lonely I was, it hurt more than I can say. Sunday morning at 9 o'clock the phone rang. I had a strange mixture of emotions all in a brief few seconds. I prayed it was Simon saying when he was picking me up. Maybe he was calling to tell me he wasn't coming. Maybe he was going to laugh at me, and tell me I was a sad old bag and useless in bed. I had visions of him surrounded by his laughing mates as he mocked me down the phone. "Well, has he called you?" "No, he, he hasn't," I mumbled in reply. "Huh, didn't I tell you? Trust me Mary I'm only doing this for your own good. Now we'll be round in an hour to pick you up for church. My brother has a surprise for you, don't disappoint him again, or you'll end up on the shelf, lonely and with nothing." I sat in the front of the car next to Alvin. I was usually in the back with Sandra. I tried to smile but it was forced. The silence on the way to church was awful. When we got out Jill grabbed my arm, she nodded at her brother. I watched as he got down on one knee. "Mary would you please do me the honour of becoming Mrs Alvin Kenny?" I looked between Jill and Sandra. Jill stood there with a stone expression on her face. Sandra nodded at me with a smile, like she was coaxing me to say yes. I looked down at Mr Kenny. The sun shone on his bald head. Was this a sign from up above? This was the third time he had asked me to marry him, but the other times it was less formal, and more of polite suggestion. I watched him open a small box; I gazed at the shinning diamond ring. I swallowed. Maybe I should, it would make some sense. A gathering crowd of church goers stood waiting for my reply. Even the vicar was there with a soft smile on his face. I nodded. Jill's expression remained the same. Sandra nodded and gestured with her hands that I should do more than just nod. I cleared my throat. "Ye, yes, I will marry you." People clapped and gave me polite taps on the back. The vicar smiled and Sandra seemed to be applauding with relief. I looked at Jill and she gave me a little smile. She almost had a look of a black widow spider on her face for an instant. Alvin got to his feet and kissed my cheek. Everyone moved into the church, leaving just Jill, Alvin, and me outside. Jill took my hand and started pulling off the rings Ted had given me. I pulled back a little. "Now come on silly, you should wear my brother's ring with pride," she whispered. I watched the rings Ted had given me disappeared into Jill's handbag. I never looked at the ring Alvin had put on my finger. I went into the church in a daze. I stood next to Alvin, who couldn't stop smiling. At the end of the service the Vicar announced our engagement. People clapped and cheered. I felt a little embarrassed about all the fuss as we made our way out. We shook hands with the vicar. He smiled at us. "Mary, I am so glad you and Alvin are getting together. I'm sure god will steer you in the right direction. Another two of his children getting married can only please him," the vicar said with a warm smile. Just then there was a loud clap of thunder, that made all of us jump. The clouds made the sky darken almost like an eclipse of the sun, and lightening shot to the ground just outside the church. The vicar's face had now lost its smile; he looked back at me with a worried expression. He quickly smiled at me again, but the worry wasn't masked that well. The next day Jill phoned to say she had spoken to the vicar. She had arranged everything, a young couple had called off their marriage in 4 weeks time, and the vicar said he would be happy to marry Alvin and me on that date. "It is a little soon isn't it?" I mumbled. "No Mary it is not, why wait longer anyway. Don't worry I have everything planned, just leave it to me." "But it's the day James and Sarah return from holiday, they will be tired." "Look I'm sure they will be at the church in time. I mean you don't want to leave it later. Alvin is just so happy and keen to use this date." Over the next few weeks I settled into things a little easier. Alvin was so attentive to me, and I realised that I should just be grateful that someone wanted me. The day came quickly and I wore a cream wedding dress that Jill and Sandra helped to pick out for me. I hadn't heard from Sarah yet. Alvin dropped a note through her door the morning of the wedding, to tell them to get to the church for 12 o'clock. The day went on but there was no sign of my daughter. Still now I was Mrs Kenny and we went back to my home as husband and wife. "I need to walk Sammy he hasn't really been out all day." "Oh he can wait I'll let him out the back," Alvin said with a smile. He held me in his arms and we kissed. I tried to push away a little but he was so passionate. "Oh you look so pretty Mrs Kenny. How about we go to bed for awhile before my sister gets here?" "Well, I am a little tired." "Oh you are a tease, Mrs Kenny," he said with a smile. I walked to the stairs with Alvin behind me. In all my time knowing Alvin I never considered him in a sexual way. I know that sounds a little odd, but I just didn't. I didn't think he was interested in sex, I just thought he didn't think about things like that. I lifted my long dress as we went up the stairs. Alvin lifted the back for me. He just kept raising it higher and higher. "Alvin please, that is high enough," I mumbled. "Oh I just need to see those stocking tops darling." I felt his hand on my backside. He groaned with lust. I sort of rushed into the bedroom. I took a deep breath as I turned to face my new husband. He had sweat on his top lip. I gulped as he started to take his trousers down. "Wait!" I shrieked He looked a little shocked, but his face turned to a rather worrying sick grin. "Yes, you are right, I am your husband and you are my wife. Maybe you should take them off." I felt his hands on my shoulders and I just slipped to my knees. I reached up and watched my fingers tremble as I started to open his trousers. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me. As I pulled his pants down his cock sprang out. I knelt there in shock as it jutted straight out. "Show me your breasts?" he groaned thickly. I sort of reached for the zip on the back of my dress. I pulled it down and pulled my arms out of it. While I did this I just couldn't take my eyes off his cock. He groaned as my breasts came into view. But it was like I was in another world. I just couldn't stop gawping between his legs! "Kiss it for me, go on." For the first time I looked away from his cock and up into his eyes. "I, I've never done that before," I mumbled. "We haven't got time for proper sex. Just, just give me a blow job, quickly," he panted. "I, I can't do it, Alvin please don't make me do it," I whimpered. "Oh my look at your huge tits, come on wife, suck me, please." His voice was full of panic. It was like he only had seconds to live! I looked back at his cock and for the first time I touched it with my hand. I shook my head knowing I couldn't possibly put it in my mouth. I didn't need to, it just happened. He cursed and swore as spunk shot at my face. "Damn it woman suck it!" he snapped in a pleading tone. His legs shook and he face was bright red. He looked so pathetic and instantly I felt silly knelt there. I stood to my feet and gave his cock a few jerks. His spunk trickled out into my fingers. "I'm sorry Mary, I, just couldn't hold on," he panted. "Alvin, I am never putting your cock in my mouth." "Is it because of my size?" he asked nervously. A chuckle escaped my mouth, but I quickly reprimanded myself. "No it is nothing to do with that. I just don't think I can do that to any man. The fact that you are, well, um, small, doesn't come into it." I pulled my dress back up and went past him. "Damn it woman you are my wife. I've wanted you for years and now we are married I will not be denied." I turned and looked him in the eye. I was angry with what he said, and how he said it. "Alvin if you ever talk to me like that again we'll spend our lives in separate bedrooms. OK you have a small cock, but it doesn't make you less of a man, so behave like one." "We have to share a bed, you agreed to let my sister live with us." "I said I would think about it. Anyway, if that happens then we could end up with single beds. I will not be treated like a maid." "It is my house too you know." I turned to walk away from him and bumped into Jill. "How did you get in?" "Alvin had a key cut for me. Now about the bedrooms I want this one. I've told you often enough I cannot stand the sun in the morning. You and Alvin will be better off at the back of the house." I went past her and down the stairs. I heard them talking as I boiled the kettle. I patted Sammy wondering what the hell married life had in store for me! I jumped as Jill came into the room. She had a strange grin on her face. "Here are the deeds to the house. You will sign it over to Alvin so you share ownership." "No she fucking well won't you evil fucking cow. This house belonged to mum and dad and now its mum's." "Well if it isn't little miss foul mouth. My brother has married your mother, he is entitled to half," Jill spat. "Oh and have you mentioned the small print? Sandra told me everything, she phoned me. She said you and your prick of a perverted brother planned to leave it to you." "Sarah, what is all this?" I asked in shock. "She is right Mary. You'll end up on the street if Alvin goes before you," James snapped. "I, I, wouldn't do that Mary, we are friends. Oh my pills, I need my pills." I watched Jill slump into the chair. I rushed to the sink and got her a glass of water. Sarah took it from me and I watched stunned as Sarah threw the contents in her face! "Sandra told me the pills are just headache tablets. The lying fucking witch has not got a heart condition. Have you fatty four eyes!" Sarah yelled. I watched James grab the papers from the table, before the remarkably recovered Jill could reach them. I looked at Alvin shaking my head slowly. "I told you it wouldn't work," he snapped at Jill. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Mary I'm sorry." "Oh fuck off you old pervert," Sarah hissed. "Please Sarah will you stop swearing," I hissed. "Well fucking hell mum, he couldn't keep his hands off me, until dad beat the crap out of him." I just stared at my daughter for a few moments. I could see tears in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked in disbelief. "Dad asked me not to, he explained to me it was sorted and he didn't want you worrying, neither did I." "James, will you please see them out of the house, and make them leave their keys." I cuddled my daughter as she broke down in tears. "You should have told me sweetheart," I whispered as I stroked her hair. "It was just after my 19th birthday. Dad and I agreed not to tell you. Dad caught him groping me in his car. He dragged him out and punched the shit out of him. That was why he stayed away until after dad died. I never told you but I was going to. Still I figured the way he did the kitchen up and things was just as good a punishment." I could feel my own eyes watering now. Ted was a big man, a farm worker. Alvin wouldn't have stood a chance. Ted always protected us, we were his girls and he said he would rather die than let any harm come to us. "Sandra phoned and told me about the wedding. She was in tears she just couldn't cope with knowing what they were doing. She told me that Jill went to see Simon; she told him you didn't want to see him again. James and I are so sorry we didn't get to stop the wedding, but we didn't know." "This is all Jill's fault, that bloody woman," I mumbled. Sarah laughed through her tear stained face. "Wow mum you nearly swore then." "Hey, you've got a visitor," James said with a smile. I looked past him to see Simon standing there. "Mum, we asked Simon to stay the night just in case Alvin or the thing from the swamp comes back. We are pretty tired from all the travel. You don't mind do you?" "Of course not Sarah, You go home and rest. Simon would you like to walk Sammy with me?" He went to the kitchen hooks and got Sammy's lead. "Ready when you are?" he said with a smile. I went to the back door and changed my shoes. "Mum you can't go across a muddy field in that wedding dress," Sarah said shocked. "Why ever not, I'm wearing Wellingtons, anyway if I ruin my dress, so what?" I made Simon something to eat and he offered to sleep on the couch. I gave him a little shy smile. "Um, I'd feel safer if you were closer by. I, um, well if you don't mind sharing a bed with a married woman, then, I," I mumbled. He smiled at me. "I suppose you might need a little help, getting out of that dress." I stood in the middle of my bedroom. I felt Simon slip the zip down. He kissed my neck softly. "I'm afraid your dress is ruined." "I don't really care," I replied with a grin. We slipped into bed kissing each other. He moved down pulling my nipple with his lips. I gasped and shuddered as his warm lips tugged, and his tongue licked across the tip. He moved further down kissing my belly, and I looked at my erect, moist, nipple. My eyes closed as he kissed between my legs. I started shuddering again, as my trembling fingers ran through his hair. "Oh Simon that's so, so, wonderful," I whimpered. He groaned sending his tongue in deeper. My thighs started to tremble as an orgasm started to boil over. I heard myself moan and tried to stifle it. Things in my body started happening faster and faster. My breath was gasping and I could no longer keep quiet. I panted and let out the odd gasping cry. My eyes were so glazed with lust I couldn't focus on anything! Simon and I seemed to get tangled up as he came up from between my legs. My thighs got caught over his shoulders, and as he put his hard cock in me my ankles seemed to be beside his neck. I swear I could feel more of his penis in me than the time before. "If you are uncomfortable you can put your legs down?" "Goodness no, it is just a little different." "Do you like it like this?" he asked with a grunt as he pushed into me. I smiled at him and nodded. It was quite a weird sensation. I felt like an oven ready chicken the way I was almost folded in half, but it was surprisingly comfortable, and Simon wasn't pressing down on me too much. I could sort of feel every inch as it penetrated deep inside me. He felt like some huge snake! My backside rolled a little every time he pushed in. It felt more like we were one person, or maybe just joined like we were made for each other. "Are you sure you are OK?" "Oh yes," I replied with a smile. He started getting faster. He raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. "Go on then," I whispered. Suddenly he let himself off the leash. I could see how much he had been trying to control himself. I could feel his balls slapping against my backside with every deep thrust. He was grunting too, as his cock sawed into me. I can't pretend that it didn't hurt a little. But I was prepared to put up with it just to please him, besides there was another stirring deep inside of me. He was a powerful man, and his stamina was something I had never encountered before. I started wincing a little, which he noticed. My legs were aching a little, and I didn't want to get cramp, but I didn't want to disappoint Simon either. "We can change positions if you want?" he grunted. "Do you mind? Its just my legs are aching." He pulled out and rolled me over. I wasn't quite sure what he was doing until he pulled me up on my hands and knees. He was stood on the floor now right behind me. He pulled me backwards until I was stood up! "Bend over Mary." My eyes opened wide as he pushed into my pussy. I gripped the quilt on my high bed. "Simon don't you think, well, we should, um, get into bed?" I stammered. He laughed softly. "Oh Mary, just relax," he said with a chuckle. "Well, I have never done it the wrong way round before. Don't you want to look at my face or something?" "I'll stop if you want to turn round?" "No, um, I guess it isn't that bad. Just kind of different," I mumbled. He grabbed my hips and started rolling me back to meet him. "Anyway, in the morning we'll have a nice old fashioned straightforward fuck." "Oh my goodness," I whimpered at the thought of doing it again. He started getting faster again, and the orgasm I thought I had lost 10 minutes ago started up again. "Oh heavens, I can't stop myself," I panted. "Then don't, it isn't a sin." "B, but I've married a man only this morning, and here I am, with you." "If you want I can go home?" I shook my head. "I just don't want you thinking I'm some sort of wicked lady." "Oh sweet Mary, you are wicked, but in such a nice naive way," he said with a chuckle. I moaned and groaned again as he continued pushing into me. I didn't think I could keep my legs from buckling now. I was on the verge of collapsing onto the bed, just as he grunted and gave one mighty thrust. He had slowed right up and I think each thrust now was when he actually shot into me. His hands let go of my hips and he slowly pulled out. It was all I could do to keep myself from falling forward on the bed. He went downstairs to make a drink and let Sammy out, while I went and sorted myself out. "Why are you crying, did I hurt you?" "No, I made the biggest mistake of my life today. I married Alvin and I knew I shouldn't. I'm his wife and it feels so horrible. Oh my god, what if he comes back to claim me!" "Look Mary, he cannot do that, he won't do that." "But I'm legally his wife, what will happen to me?" I wailed. "Mary, we had this conversation in the field when we took Sammy out. I'm not leaving until you feel safe." "But that might not happen for ages," I whimpered. "Well, in that case, you had better get used to watching football, going to the pub now and then, and being pampered every single day," he said with a big grin. I slept in Simon's arms that night, and the night after that. In fact we've been together nearly 3 years now. Simon and I have been married a year too. Oh and on our wedding night I gave him a blow job, and I have done quite a few times. I see Alvin and his sister around town, they steer clear from me. As for Sandra she died two years ago. I went to hospital and held her hand while she slipped away. I'm now a granny too, Simon says I'm the sexiest granny he knows. Simon takes me to the cemetery to put flowers on Ted's grave at Christmas and on Ted's birthday. Now and then I go to the graveyard on my own. I talk to Ted and I like to think he would like Simon. I don't tell him what we do in bed; well a girl has to have some secrets, doesn't she? The End.