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The Women in My Life Ch. 01

By: Vitorio



 (Hi,

Firstly, many thanks for all your positive comments about Miranda, I only hope that I can live up to your expectations! 

This is the second part of the trilogy started with 'Miranda'. It deals with the three pivotal women in Mike's life. It's quite long (again!) because that's how I write I'm afraid. Just to confuse matters even more I will break this middle part of the trilogy into three chapters, each about a different woman:

 Part One – Angela

 Part Two – Joyce 

 Part Three – Kate

Chapter One follows. Please enjoy. I should just say that the writer is in the future looking back.)

Chapter One - Angela:

I enjoyed writing about Miranda, how we met and how our relationship developed, and Miranda enjoyed helping me. I'm sure we didn't remember all the dialogue but what we didn't we made up. It seems in tune with how we remember feeling then. Now she's persuaded me that I should write down my experiences, how I got where I am today and why I am like I am. She reckons I should do this before I write about our first couple of years together. Well, she's the boss! I have warned her though, that there might be a few surprises.

The story begins over 45 years ago and I will start by mentioning the one thing that has shaped my sexual proclivities, my life really. Why has the female derriere held so much fascination for me? I began worshipping at the altar of the female bottom very soon after I realised that girls and women were more important than cricket! 

Now I should explain – unusually I suppose, I wasn't much into girls in my early teens. As boys we didn't have much to do with them at school, I always went to boy's schools, and they weren't really interested in the things we were: mainly sport and getting up to mischief. When I left school at 16 I was pretty much totally committed to sport. I'd been introduced to cricket, a game which you either like or hate it seems; it became my life! In Camberwell, where I lived, we were just half a mile from the Kennington Oval, a very famous ground, where Surrey played their County cricket. I spent much time watching them but even more playing, I had since I turned 11. All summer I was playing or training and, in the winter, practised and kept fit by running, badminton, and table tennis.

I didn't get a job, I suppose I was a bit of a slob really relying on mum to feed and clothe me. I look back and realise I was pretty selfish. Any money I did earn, with the exception of a bit for mum's presents, from odd jobs, errands, and the like, was spent on my cricket gear or any other sporting kit I needed.

Don't get me wrong, I liked girls. Occasionally I'd go to a dance or a party and I got on reasonably well but it didn't ever go any further. Before going on perhaps I should describe myself in those days. I wasn't too bad looking and I'd gained my height early. I was just over 6 feet and slim, lithe some people called me. I'd spurted up rather quickly around 17 and didn't grow much taller, just filled out. Mum always said I was handsome and I should get out and meet some nice girls but sport was always more important.

All this changed around my 18th birthday. Just before then I fell in love – unrequited but love all the same. I suppose that that is what happens when you suddenly realise how wonderful girls are. She was the daughter of our team captain, only 16 but the most beautiful girl. She hardly noticed me of course, I was from a completely different social strata from her, her father being the owner of the large manufacturing company whose cricket team for which I played. I only did that because I was one of the best around and they needed a good all-rounder. 

John, my best friend and the son of my mum's best friend (more of whom later), was three years older than me and he decided that, on my 18th birthday things should change. He was obviously much more experienced than me (just how much I found out later) and the weekend after my birthday he took me to Soho, that part of London that passed for a red light district, to show me around. He took me to a 'strip' show then to a book shop where you could get 'dodgy' books.

I should explain about 'sex' in those days. When I was in my teens society was much more restricted than today although it was the start of the, so called, 'swinging sixties'. Well, actually, they swung past me as they did many of my friends who grew up in the South East suburbs of London in those days. Access to things sexual was still fairly strictly controlled then. No 'top shelf' magazines, no page three, no adult channels on not much terrestrial television. There were a couple of magazines, Parade comes to mind and the early days of Playboy but both of these were hard to come by really, certainly for a young man who was just realising his sexuality. To get hold of really 'naughty' pictures in those days you needed to be 'in the know' as it were. Even in places like Soho you still had to pay the earth for anything remotely sexy.

The book shop had quite a good selection as I remember. Lots of 'naturist' ones. Titles like 'Nature' or 'Health and Efficiency' which had pictures of nudists (strangely enough mostly women!) usually with any sign of sex airbrushed out. Remember, those were the days just after the time when you could go and see nudes but they weren't allowed to move or show any pubic hair! However, it was a short book, a selection of black and white photographs, that really affected me. There were only about half a dozen pictures in this little book, all of the women were in underwear of various types. I think that John realised how much I liked this book because he dipped into his pocket and brought it for me as a birthday present.

It was really one, just one, picture that did it for me. It was of a mature woman, not particularly attractive as I remember, who was dressed in a bra, panties, suspenders, and black stockings. She was wearing four inch heels. Her feet were about 15 inches apart and she was facing away and bending slightly forward with her bottom thrust out, the fabric of her knickers stretched across the broad reach of her fabulous arse. To add to the provocative nature of the picture she was looking back over her shoulder with a sexy smile.

This picture really turned on my sexual drive! Having ignored things sexual for most of my teens, now JT was almost uncontrollable! I must have shed gallons of spunk over her and, for better or for worse, the female bottom has always been my main interest. Of course in those days my knowledge of sex was limited to what I had found out at school, not from sex education I hasten to add, we didn't have it then. I had no idea that you might have had sex in the back, in the arse if you like, with a woman. I did have a vague idea that that was what 'queers' did. That was our term for homosexuals in those days. Not very correct but those were the times. You found out about sex, and what it was all about, from your mates, and by trial and error. My dad had left before I was born so my mum brought me up and she hadn't found the courage (for reasons I found out later) to tell me all about it so I had to find out for myself.

I don't know whether I was born with a fixation on the female bottom but I'm sure that this little book and the one picture had such an effect on me that it pointed me in that direction. My imagination would run riot as I masturbated over that picture, focussing on that delightful result of mother nature's natural selection. Was that why has anal sex been my fascination for almost as long as I can remember? The sight of a woman in suspenders and stockings, particularly with her back towards me, is enough to send me over the top, well it used to be but I'm much more controlled now! It's a long story, and an exciting one: well at least it was for me. 

Once I realised how wonderful girls were I started to date, not very successfully I might add, because I as so inexperienced. I did manage to get a couple of girls to touch my cock through my pants but as that almost always resulted in orgasm we didn't get much further. The same happened when I managed to sample the extreme pleasures of the female breast so essentially I was inexperienced sexually. As for getting any further – no I hadn't. I knew what you had to do, stick it in her twat, that's an English slang for pussy – the word I'll use from now on. I didn't realise but, three months after my eighteenth birthday, all that was about to change.

It begins:

The series of events that really fixed the female bottom in my mind and started my sexual education began one Saturday afternoon about three months after my birthday. I was upstairs in my bedroom. I was lucky, incidentally, that I had a bedroom of my own. Not many kids around had their own bedroom in those days. I was an only child and we had a tiny, 2 bed-roomed terraced house so I was fortunate. It was the lunch break during a Test Match (Cricket), I can't remember who we were playing, but I was taking my own lunch break, pulling my plonker while I fantasized over my lady in suspenders. I should say that I think I was at my peak then. I actually managed to have 7 orgasms in one day, I remember it well – Wimbledon on TV! All those nubile young women running about in short skirts!

I digress! I was wanking away when the doorbell rang. Mum was out so, quickly putting my equipment away and with some difficulty I might add, I shot downstairs to open the door. Now, what I didn't realise in my haste was that I had left my book open on my bed and, to make things worse – well not really as it turned out but you know what I mean, I'd left the bedroom door open. This meant that anyone passing my room could, if they just looked in, see the open book on the bed. Obviously I was rather flustered, I had been close to cumming so, to anyone who knew, it would probably have been obvious what I dad been up to.

I opened the front door and saw it was Mrs Green. She was my mum's best friend and my best mate's mum as well. She and mum had known each other for years and spent even more time together since Mrs Green's husband had died some seven years ago. They had a lot in common, both being lone mothers.

"Hello Mike," she said with a smile, "you were a long time!"

"Oh, oh, yea. I was in the loo." Well, I couldn't tell her I was pulling my plonker could I?

"Mmm?" she said with a knowing smile. "Is your mum in?"

"Err, no. She's just popped down to the shops. She'll be back in a minute." I thought I might get on her good side so, "Can I make you a cup of tea while you wait?"

"Yes, thanks Mike. I'll just pop to the loo." Well the loo was upstairs and, to get there, she had to go past my room. Now at that time I didn't realise how I'd left the book nor that my bedroom door was open so I just happily went into the kitchen to make the tea. About five minutes later Mrs Green came back down into the kitchen and stood next to me.

"Well young Michael," she said and I knew I was in trouble because she'd used my full name, "well young man." It's funny isn't it, the only time my mum and her friends used my full name was when I was in trouble? Does that happen to all of us?

"Yes Mrs Green?" said I innocently, unaware of the mangle through which I was about to be put, but apprehensive none the less.

"Is this yours?" she asked holding up my book.

Gulp, oh shit I thought, am I in trouble now! "Err, errrrmmm,"

"Come on Michael, is it yours or not?"

"Well, errm. No." Bloody stupid I know but hell, I was in trouble!

"Well," she said with a smile, "it was on your bed." Had I realised of course, I would have noticed that she wasn't angry, far from it, she thought it amusing but in my innocence I didn't see that. All I was concerned with was trying to figure out how to get out of this and, just as important, how I was going to keep my bloody book!

"Well, yes Mrs Green, it is, umm, mine."

"Mmm," she said smiling even more, "I thought it might be."

Time now to beg for mercy. "Please Mrs Green, don't tell mum, please. I'll get in terrible trouble. You won't tell her will you?"

"Oh, I don't know Michael," she said pondering the problem. Of course she had every intention of telling my mum but I didn't know that then did I? 

"Please Mrs Green. I'll do anything!" Well I would. Mind you, I didn't quite realise what she had in mind!

"I think you are a very naughty young man," she said with another smile, "but, if you would like to do a few things around the house for me, I think I might keep this as just our little secret." Relief flooded my body. Mum wouldn't find out. That was the first hurdle overcome. Now to try and get the book back. Foolish boy!

"Can I have it back please, Mrs Green?"

"What Michael?" she asked with a soft smile knowing, I'm sure, full well what I meant.

"Errrm, my book."

"Oh, I don't think so," she said with a big smile, "I'm not sure you'll be needing it too much now." This puzzled me. I know, I was stupid and I was naïve, but well, I didn't associate Mrs Green with the woman in the book.

"Oh," I said pleading, "please." I couldn't stand to lose that book. What would I use to wank over? Little did I know!

"No," she said firmly, "no Michael. I think I'll keep this." Then she fixed me with a steady look, "Perhaps you'll calm down. Now, where's this tea?"

I realised that I had no chance of getting the book back just then. Perhaps, I thought, if I'm good around the house and do lots of jobs she might weaken and let me have it back. She took her tea and sat in the front room waiting for mum. All the while she had a secret smile on her face and kept looking at me in a funny way. Finally, when mum came in, I left them alone and went to my room.

I sat up there thinking about Mrs Green. She was several years older than mum, about 45. As I wrote, her husband had died about 7 years before, in an accident at work. He'd left her not too badly off, though she did work part-time in Woolworth's. Her son, John, was almost three years older than me and now he was off at university. Like me, he had won a scholarship to a grammar school and then to Oxford. Something I hoped to do but never did. He was intelligent , was John, much cleverer than me. We were both only children who had lost our fathers and our mothers were good friends so we naturally also became good pals. 

Now Mrs Green lived on her own. Her house was similar to ours, like many in that area built just before the war. She was quite tall, about 5' 9" and well built without being fat. Blonde, bottle I think, she had a nice friendly face and a lovely smile. I liked her, she was always nice to me, and I often stayed at her house with John before he left. 

I know it's difficult to imagine but I hadn't really thought of her sexually. You know, she was mum's friend and I wouldn't, nay couldn't, think of her like that. You didn't in those days.

Now, looking back I can remember her with fondness. I suppose you would call her buxom. Large, but not too large, breasts and a flat, but not too flat, tummy. Now, of course, I know that her arse was heaven! Big, broad, and shapely with not to much fat, it was a delight – as I was to find out! I remember it with great fondness.

Anyway, back to my bedroom where I lay on the bed wondering how I could possibly get my book back. Mrs Green obviously hadn't said anything to mother, I hadn't be called down. Little did I know! In the end I just went back to listening to the test match and tried to forget about my book for a few minutes.

After a while mum called up. "Mike, Angela is going now. She said you were going to do a few things for her around the house?"

"Yes mum," I said as I came down stairs, "Mrs Green asked me if I would help," I said looking at her.

"Mmm," said mum with a smile, "what's got into you. It's all I can do to get you to tidy up your room."

"Errrmm, err,"

"I persuaded him Joyce," said Mrs Green, with a wink at me, "he said he would help."

Mum laughed, "OK, when do you want him?" Of course, had I been more aware of the ways of the world, I would have heard the double entendre shaped in that question.

"Oh, give me half an hour Joyce, then he can come round."

I was being manipulated of course, but I didn't realise. I just stood there looking back and forth between my mum and Mrs Green.

"All right Mike?" said mum.

"Oh yea, yea fine. I'll come round in about half an hour."

"Mmm," said Mrs Green, "that's nice. Bye Joyce, I'll see you tomorrow." They quite often spent Sunday afternoons together chatting over tea and cakes or sometimes a bottle of wine. Then she left with a smile for me.

"Well," said mum with a smile, "you certainly got in Mrs Green's good books Mike. What came over you?"

Now I had to find an answer quickly. "Oh mum, I just thought that, as John's gone to college, she might need someone to do things, you know."

Now mum looked rather sad, "Yes," she said, "it's a shame he's gone away. Still," she added with a smile, "he'll be back in the holidays." Funny, I thought, mum's looking forward to John coming home – bloody naïve fool!! "It's nice though Mike. It's a nice thought. Now you look after Angela and do what she asks." That was strange as well? Of course I'd help Mrs Green around the house. I bloody do anything to get my book back! But, of course, mum would know that and I didn't know that mum knew! Unbeknown to me mum knew far more than I did!

"OK mum, no problem. I'm going to listen to the match for a while then I'll go round." So off I went upstairs and laid on the bed listening to the cricket – no masturbation. What was I going to do without my book? Soon the tea break arrived and I set off for Mrs Green's with a cheery, "Bye," to mum.

"Tea's about 6," she said, "don't be late."

"No, I won't mum, bye."

I strolled round the corner and knocked on Mrs Green's door. "Come in Mike," she shouted from the front room, "I'm in here. Put the latch up when you come in." That locked the front door.

When I entered the front room I noticed that she had changed her clothing. I don't think I'd ever seen her dressed in anything like this before. It didn't really register with me that it was any different, only that I hadn't seen this dress before. Although it was only early spring she was dressed in a light summer dress that flared at the waist and really showed off her hips. It finished around mid calf and I noticed that she wore high heeled shoes: something else I'd rarely seen her do, at least not as high as these.

The dress wasn't cut very low but it did, somehow, accentuate her boobs which, I must admit, I did notice. It's strange isn't it, the way that the old JT, your cock, your prick, really notices things like this before you do. I was worried about what she was going to ask me to do. I wasn't that good at DIY so I was a bit apprehensive. JT however, was concentrating on much more important matters, i.e. Mrs Green's boobs!

She sat down on the settee as I came in and picked up my little book. I felt a bit like a naughty schoolboy, hell, I suppose I was really, as I stood there in front of her.

"Now young man," she said. I noticed she called me 'young man' rather than 'my boy', a phrase she'd used before. Had I known, of course, I would have realised that, in her eyes, I was becoming a man. "Now young man, let's get to the bottom of this!" Gulp, oh shit. Now I thought I was in big trouble. "This is yours is it?" She opened the book.

"Yes, Mrs Green, it is," I decided that honesty was the best policy, well, at least as far as it went!

"Why was it up there on the bed?"

"Errrmm, err, well, errrm." 

"Come on now," she said with a soft smile that, had I recognised it, would have banished all my fears, "you can tell me. I promised you didn't I," she added. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I'd go some of the way.


The Women In My Life Ch. 01



Abigail is fifty if she's a day but she's not married and I don't think she has any kids. It's not something we've ever talked about. Our relationship has clear, well-defined boundaries - questions about kids never come up, unless it's about avoiding them. At her age, she's not interested and I'm happy to oblige her.

Abigail works in the cash office of the bookstore I work in. It's one of the larger chains and our store is a multi-level store in a shopping centre. I'm just glad we don't have to listen to the crappy music they pipe through the shopping centres that the other stores are in: this centre is independantly owned and it shows. Every year it grows bigger and - we assume - better. The store seems to be doing all right. Aside from the weirdly high turnover of store casual staff, ours is outstanding in our group. Our managers are committed to the store and the (full-time) staff in equal measure, promoting staff loyalty in turn. I've been offered work in management in other stores and declined. Aside from my more personal reasons for staying, my nest doesn't get any more feathered than here.

I live five minutes' walk away in a small house on a quarter-acre block that's been in my family for five generations. I inherited the house from my grandfather, who put me up while I was studying film theory and criticism at university. One whole room in the house is dedicated to storing an awesome collection of videotapes of movies going back fifty years; lots of smaller Australian productions that Pop was involved with as a cameraman and editor. I never discovered this, though, until I came to live with him. I moved down to live with him from interstate and didn't actually know him that well, beforehand. After five years sharing breakfast, dinner and the late show with him, before seeing him in the ground a few years ago, I'd say I knew him pretty well.

He never knew about Abigail but somehow I think he'd have been cheering me on. He was the black sheep of his generation in our family and I think he knew that mantle was going to be passed on to me. Not that there was anything to know, not really, not until New Year's Eve last year...

LUNCH ROOM

Abigail was working her way through a salad when I came into the lunch room and sat down with my home-made burritos and the latest reading copy I'd found in my pigeon hole. Management like us to get a head start on being able to intelligently discuss the new books that are coming out and they know I'll read anything that's printed. I read the chick-lit under duress but occasionally there's something good in there.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked, pausing for some water. I passed the book over for her perusal while I moved over by the microwave to nuke my burritos. "Any good?"

"It's fine so far. Slow to start but I'm sure it'll speed up soon enough." I pointed to her salad. "You lose a bet with your rabbit again?"

She made a face. "Lemming. It's a lemming. And no, I didn't lose a bet with him. I'm detoxing. You should see this soup I've made - leek, celery, onion, carrot, turnip - wonderfully cleansing."

"Sounds like vegetarian Draino," I laughed. "If you feel improved afterwards, it doesn't matter what it sounds like."

"You betcha," she said around a mouthful of dry coleslaw. The microwave pinged and I popped open the door, careful not to burn my fingers on the plate as I set it on the lunch table.

"That, on the other hand..." she drawled.

"Hey, don't rag on my Tex-Mex. I scammed some great recipes when I hit Austin last holidays and these burritos are the best. All fresh ingredients. Just don't talk to me about refrying beans..." I shuddered Homer Simpson-style and murmured, "Dishes..." Abigail laughed, then stood up to refill her water bottle. My eyes followed her as she moved over to the sink.

I heard a lot of the casuals - guys and girls - talking about the full-timers in the store. Cassandra and Helen had a lot of admirers among the first-floor staff and even Hec in the CD section had one or two hangers-on. Downstairs, on the ground floor, Anne and Marya ran a pretty tight ship as far as the books were concerned. Mothers of big families both, gossip around them was less about how much people would like to get into their pants and more speculation about the likelihood of cobwebs. Management - Virgil, Sophia and Tony - were always friendly with staff but kept business hours for business. A lot of the casuals simply thought them distant and had no idea how little of their conversations - and other goings-on - were well-known among both management and full-time staff.

Certainly Kelly and Katie were warned not to bring their personal issues into work with them and were told to be discreet: none of the casuals (but all of the full-timers) knew they'd been caught on security tape going down on each other on the lounges in the children's' section after hours. Ryan had been fired for his little infringement and all the casuals heard was a repeat of smoking and drinking policy for the chain. (He ended up with a fine and a suspended sentence.)

I was typically an object of pity for the casuals: the guy who started as a casual and never left, the odd-job guy, everywhere and nowhere. Abigail was an object of indifference: they barely noticed her when they picked up their pay slips - not that she cared, either. Abigail has her own business and working in the cash office is more a permanent part-time thing. She's into alternative therapies and such - she volunteered to help people during the Black Saturday fires - and she's utterly down to earth. I thought she was the bomb. Still do.

She wore a denim skirt to mid-thigh, a white singlet top with a sports bra underneath, fawn bolero vest and oxblood knee-high zip-up boots. She's only five-foot-two and curvy to boot, with short-cropped hair in a continuous state of flux between her naturally dark blonde hair, the increasing amount of grey she found in it, and the ash blonde she chose to dye her hair. Spiky with gel or mousse (depending on the latest treatment), Abigail always looks, if not a million bucks, then at least several hundred thousand.

"Are you eyeballing me again?" she queried, not turning around but the raised eyebrow obvious in her tone.

"Of course," I grinned. "You know how my tastes run, Abigail."

She took a swig from her water bottle and sat back down at the table, slapping me as she passed. "That's harassment."

"I thought it was assault and battery when you slap someone." I poked out my tongue. "I just think you look great. You always look great."

"Awww, thanks boyo. You're always such a sweetie." She put the lid back on her Tupperware container and stepped over to the fridge, pushing the plastic bowl past bottles of Diet Coke to the back of the bottom shelf. "Some of us have to get back to work..."

I took a large bite from a burrito and mumbled around it, "And some of us don't just yet..." Abigail laughed and pointed at my plate, where the bottom half of what was in my hands was forming a protein-based pile of debris. "And you are such a grub."

The next half-hour passed in virtual silence, aside from my sotto voce curses as I searched for a spoon to scoop up the mince and beans from my plate. I ended up doing the dishes and drying one while the rest drained on the counter. Abigail came in with her mug and a tea bag.

"So what are you doing for Christmas, Sam?" she asked. "Are you going up north to see the family?" She ran water from the zip-boiler into her mug.

"Nope," I shrugged. "I'm a black sheep this year. Virgil wants me here anyway and the trip to Texas... well, I'm happy to pay in some goodwill, you know?" Abigail made as if to comment but I cut her off: "I know, I know, I earned the holidays. It's just the way I work."

"Don't let them take you for granted," she warned.

"Thanks, Mum."

Abigail's face turned to shock and she raised one hand to slap me again. "Not while I'm holding a hot cuppa in my hand, Sam! Someone'll get hurt!"

I made a face. "Only kidding. So anyway, I'm home alone. I'm going to do a slow lamb roast and have lamb and potatoes and minty mushy peas all the way to New Year's."

Abigail groaned as she dunked her teabag. "I can hear your arteries clanging shut already."

"What are you doing then?" I queried.

"Ohhh, I'm just going to relaaax..." she purred. "I've got a new split system air conditioner installed and if it's going to be as hot as they say" - (it was actually hotter!) - "I'll be as cool as the proverbial." She blew delicately on her mug of tea as she drew the bag up and leaned towards the bin. "New Year's, on the other hand," she continued, dropping the bag, "is going to be in the city. I've been invited - well, I'm always invited, they've given me a key! - but I've been invited to enjoy high-rise apartment views of the fireworks. How about you?"

I grinned and picked up my plate, heading to the sink. As I rinsed it off I said, "Two words - Rocky Horror. The Astor shows it every year and I'm there every year. Afterwards, I don't know. Probably back home again. I don't have aircon but I do have a fan..."

I left the plate in the sink as we both turned to leave. "You're not going to wash that?" Abigail asked.

I pointed to the drainer. "I think I've done my good deed for the day," I said. "Anyway, chances are when the drainer's empty and the sink is full, that's when I'll be wanting a spoon again."

SILLY SEASON

Christmas was upon us before we knew it. Work was pretty much flat chat but with Christmas falling on the Thursday it did mean that for the Monday-to-Friday full-timers were able to enjoy a rather long weekend. I'd ordered my lamb, had a fridge full of food all ready to be cooked, and a steady stream of frozen meals I'd taken to cooking on the weekend were flowing into the lunch room. Daily sleep-ins were de rigeur and it was a rare day that I was out of bed before eight o'clock.

As a dedicated self-abuser from a young age, I frequently hit the snooze button on my alarm clock to enjoy the benefits my morning glory. I found after many years of this that my dick had began to point to the right and in the spirit of scientific exploration, I switched wanking hands. Men would masturbate all day, every day, if they could work out a way to do it profitably and without injury. Being a man, I'd settled on three or four times a week and this morning I decided to break routine. It was Christmas Eve, it would be a big day at work: I was entitled.

I lay back in bed, stretched my arms up over my head and growled. It felt good to stretch but too much and I'd likely end up cramping my leg - not the first time it would have happened. I folded down the quilt and top-sheet and lay spreadeagled on the bed. The air was warm and still, so I reached up and switched on the little fan that stood on my bedhead. Air began to flow over my skin, feeling a little cooler than no breeze at all. The room was dim with the blinds closed and I felt tempted to simply snooze after all.

I idly scratched my belly and then ran my hand down to my balls, cupping and rolling them gently as I let my mind wander. I tickled the skin between my ballsack and my arsehole and clenched my buttocks as the sensation made my dick begin to throb. I wondered to myself how messy I felt like getting and decided, not too messy. Maybe a little...

I rolled to one side and pulled open the top drawer in my bedside table. I ignored the two boxes and dipped my fingers into the plastic bag and withdraw one of its contents. A small lunch bag, like we used to use for sandwiches at school, with the turnover-style closure. I rolled onto my back again and left the bag beside me on the sheet. As I considered how this little session would end I smiled and felt my heart begin to pick up a beat or two.

WALKING HOME

In winter it doesn't have to be late to be dark but in this case it was. I was on my way home from the movies and decided to take the long way home, taking the main roads instead of ducking through back streets. There were a few people out and about, mostly ducking from restaurants trying to close into cars parked nearby. Past a trio of restaurants I saw the gaudy sign for a strip club with a large man in a suit standing by the door. A few metres further down were a couple of women falling over each other a little the worse for drink and as I drew nearer they appeared to be familiar.

Voula and Mariana own a cafe I used to all the time when I was still studying. I visit on the weekends now, since it's still a great place to sit and read, or write and daydream and watch the world (or at least the local suburbs) pass by.

Mariana immigrated from Brazil when she married a musician who'd been touring with a low-billing world music outfit. They were together long enough for her to gain citizenship but not quite long enough for him to realise what a great partner he had. She was home, studying homeopathy at a college in the CBD and three months pregnant when she discovered he'd been having an affair. I'm told her divorce lawyer was almost vindictive and Mariana did very well out of the proceedings. The stress took its toll, however, she miscarried the baby and ended up having a hysterectomy. He fled the country, hoping to re-establish himself on tour but died in a bus crash - in Sao Paolo as it happened, exactly where they'd met years earlier.

Voula's husband was in construction and died in an workplace accident. He wasn't able to have children after an injury as a child but it made no difference to Voula: she married Odysseos, the man of her dreams, built the house of her dreams and threw open the doors to all her friends and relatives. Her sister Christina's family was usually there every other week, two sets of twins, a bear of a husband and a bear of a dog.

Voula met Mariana in the offices of the same lawyer she Voula was suing for compensation in her husband's death. They bonded over their tragedies and became fast friends. Their cafe, "Brazilian or Greek", became a novelty for both name and menu, where the double entendres continued through most of the meal names. Their bawdy senses of humour and their big-hearted warmth made it a great place to be and on more than one occasion I had worked shifts for them when staff had been sick.

In the almost strobing light of the strip club, Voula and Mariana looked amazing - despite their disastrously inebriated manner. Drunks don't do a lot for me but knowing these two put paid to that and I didn't feel at all like I was taking advantage when I stopped behind them and whistled.

"Evening ladies," I grinned.

Mariana took a moment to recognise me but Voula threw her arms around my neck and planted a slobbering kiss on my mouth. "'Ullo sweet-cheeks!" she drawled.

"Oh Sam!" exclaimed Mariana, finally recognising me. "What are you doing here?"

I laughed. "I might ask you two the same question! Were you on stage or off?"

Voula put a hand over her mouth in mock alarm. "What are you saying, Sam?"

"I saw you come out of the club, V. You two..." I shook my head. "Good thing it's me who spotted you. If it was Darryl you'd be in some serious bother..."

Voula and Mariana screamed with laughter and clutched at each other. "Oh, Sam," said Mariana, "you're such a good guy. We always feel safe with you!"

I bowed and replied, "That's the plan. Once I've got the keys I'll be able to tie you both up and have my wicked way with you!" Voula slapped my shoulder.

"You wish. You wouldn't know what to do with us."

"Maybe just one then - maybe the other would like to help..." I raised one eyebrow to their incredulous faces, then threw an arm over the shoulders of each woman and we started moving down the street.

"Now I'm sure you ladies didn't drive here, am I right?" I asked. They shook their heads, then started squealing with laughter again. "Oh for fuck's sake..." I shook my head. "So who's crashing where, then?" We were passing a park, swings and bubblers and seats for Tarago mums to watch their spawn playing during the daylight hours. "Vee, you're probably closest, yes?"

She shook her head. "Chrissie's there with the kids." She stopped short and turned and put her right hand flat on my chest. "You're nearby! We could crash there - "

"Yesyesyesyesyesyes, Samsamsam," mumbled Mariana. She tried to stand up on her toes to kiss my cheek but got my shoulder sleeve instead.

"Nononononono, Em," I said. "I want to be able to have coffee at your shop without feeling like you're wondering what I did while you're asleep. If I'm going to take advantage of you two I'd rather you be sober."

They looked at each other and then almost smothered me in a hug. "Awww, Sammmmm," they crooned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm such a good guy." I extricated myself and held out my hands. "Mariana, you're only about what, half an hour's walk? We'll be home by two," I stated, looking at my watch. "You have water bottles?" They nodded in unison. "Give," I ordered, holding out my hands. After much fumbling, I took the Mount Franklin bottles to a bubbler and filled them up.

"You two aren't going to get far without a drink. Sit down here and have a chug." They sat next to me on a bench and, to her credit, Mariana drank the whole bottle with hardly a blink of an eye. Voula took a while longer but when she was finished I refilled their bottles and we started on our way.

Though it was cold there was no wind and the exertion of walking warmed all three of us up considerably. I took off my jacket and carried it and soon Mariana and Voula followed suit. Mariana shucked her knee-length black Burberry to reveal a gunmetal silk minidress with a halter neck and black calf boots. Her naturally tan skin gleamed gold and her hair glossy black in the streetlamp light. Voula's fur coat only reached to mid-thigh and the cold night air on her black stockinged legs had already encouraged her to set a swifter pace for the three of us. Now that she was warmer, she too carried her coat revealing a black baby-doll dress with a red lace collar and cinched under her breasts with a wide red leather belt.

"Are you sure you girls weren't on stage?" I joked. Voula punched my shoulder.

"Blame this one," she said, pointing at Mariana. "Me?" Mariana protested.

"Yes, you. We're sitting watching television, finishing off the moussaka I brought and opening the next bottle of wine - "

"Third," corrected Mariana.

"Third," amended Voula, "and this one says, 'Oh, I feel like going out.' I say, 'Em, babe, it's cold out there and it's ten o'clock...' and she says, 'Oh let's go to that strip club! It'll be nice and warm there. I want a lap dance!'" Mariana chuckled and I looked at her.

"Well, I did get one..." she smiled.

"Oi," interrupted Voula. "My story. So we're not driving, obviously, so i called a cab and four hours later, there you go."

"Oh, you liked it," crooned Mariana, moving up against her friend and shimmying her body against her, then moving in for a kiss. Voula returned the kiss passionately and I stood for a while waiting while Voula and Mariana let the moment take its course.

"Done?" I asked. Voula looked at me from under heavy-lidded eyes. "Jealous?" she asked. I held up finger and thumb. "Just a little bit." Mariana walked on, tugging down the hem of her dress while trying not to drop her coat.

"Hmmm," she murmured, then quickened her pace to catch up with her friend.

"Hmmm," I said to myself and likewise hurried to catch up. We passed another park where we stopped to refill water bottles. Not long afterwards, about ten minutes, we arrived at Mariana's house.

The house is old, weatherboard, and has certainly seen better days. Mariana is in a never-ending process of working on it and there have been numerous working bees and middle-of-the-night callouts to help with some thing or other. I like it and have never thought it needed changing but I've never had to live with the memories Mariana does. The centres of the front bedroom and the lounge room were both piled with clutter while the rooms were being painted.




The Women In My Life Ch. 01



The girls were sobering up, thanks to the exertion of walking and the intake of water, but past that Mariana was tired and when she tried to get her keys out of her bag, Voula simply took over and draped her friend in my arms. I half-escorted, half-carried her into her bedroom and simply lay back onto her bed with her next to me, then gently pulled my arm out from underneath her. Voula leaned against the door jamb, watching.

"You want a drink?" she asked? I raised an eyebrow in query. "Water," she laughed and I nodded yes. "I'll be back in a sec'."

Mariana opened her eyes groggily and looked around. "Whazzip...?" she mumbled. "Sam? Oh, Sammy-sam-sam Sam, I love you," she crooned, snuggling into my side.

"Em, you love everyone when you've been drinking too much." She slapped my chest with her hand, then sat up.

"I have to go to the toilet."

I pointed towards a door in the corner of the room. "Through there, hun." I got up and crouched at the foot of the bed, tugging off Mariana's boots. "I'll just grab these first - I'd hate for you to get all the way home then fall off your heels..."

She smiled dreamily. "Oh, Sammy-sam-sam Sam - " she began.

"I know. Toilet." I helped her up and gently propelled her towards the door, then switched on the lamp beside her bed and turned off the bedroom light. The hall light drew a bright yellow oblong on the carpet and I sat again at the foot of the bed and lay back, closing my eyes.

"Don't get too comfortable," said Voula throatily from the door. She held out a bottle of water.

"Thanks," I answered, taking it and emptying thirstily.

Voula sat on the bed where Mariana had been lying and drank from her bottle. "So what were you doing out so late?" she queried.

"Walking home from the movies. I went to the Astor. I know it's a hike but walking on a winter night - it's one of the pleasures of this city." I shrugged. "It's part of why I moved here."

She nodded. "So what did you see?" I laughed. "They had a Dustin Hoffman double. 'The Falcon And The Snowman' and 'The Graduate'." Voula laughed too and, putting her bottle down beside her, turned to me and said, "Well, I'm glad you walked home tonight. I'm sure we'll both sleep better tonight for your... assistance?"

"'I dare do all that may become a man'," I laughed.

"Oh really?" she breathed, then Voula took my face in her hand and drew me to her, planting her lips on mine, gently but with growing vigour. I dropped the empty bottle to the floor and reached beneath her arm and grasped her body close to mine. Her breasts pancaked between us as we tried, it seemed, to pull ourselves into each other, kissing hungrily with hands behind each other's heads in case one were to withdraw before the other.

Voula stopped for a breath, our foreheads pressing together as we stared fixedly into each other's eyes. "I want to fuck you, Sam," she panted.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

Voula snatched another hungry kiss as she laughed. "Yes, Sam, I am... She shimmied backwards slightly on the bed, using the space created to reach for my belt and began to take off my pants. I in turn reached past her neck to undo the buttons at the top of her dress. I had the more success and I knelt awkwardly upward, at the same time giving Voula better access to my pants and me the chance to kiss breathily down her neck and along her shoulder. She was breathing hard and shuddered as I pulled the fabric of her dress forward to expose her left shoulder and kissed the top of her arm.

"Kneel up," I breathed and as she did so I pulled up her baby doll dress and gathered it around her waist. She finally managed to uncinch my belt and took as little time to undo my fly as it took long to take care of my belt. I felt her warm fingers slip down the front of my boxer shorts and wrap themselves around my hardening cock. I shivered with desire in the dim light as Voula stared with her black eyes into mine, milking me with slow, firm strokes. With her free hand she guided my left hand between her legs.

"Put your fingers in me, Sam," she urged. I drew the backs of my fingertips down along her flesh from the lowest part of her belly, expecting to feel underwear and feeling only the tight curls of her pubes. Her cheeks drew up in a broad smile as she felt my surprise, then her mouth changed to an 'O' as, finding the hair more and more wet, I turned my hand over and plunged my fingers into her slick pussy. She groaned and began to pull more urgently on my dick. Our foreheads pressed hard against one another as our breathing began to pick up, then Voula gasped, "Fuck, stop. I want you in me!"

She let go of me and ran both her hands up my shirt, magically undoing buttons as she went and practically ripped my shirt back behind me. She pulled my singlet straight up in one move, my left hand above my head and her juices running down my arm. I leaned down and lifted her dress up over her head and gazed at her creamy flesh in the lamplight. She was paler than I imagined, given her Mediterranean heritage, and it was only then that I realised her belt and stockings must have come off in the kitchen as she was filling the water bottles.

Voula rolled onto her back and with one hand guided my dick into her pussy. I gasped with the silky sensation of her flesh around my cock and barely moved in and out with Voula's other hand behind my hips clutching my body against hers. I dropped my head to her breasts, kissing a path along her clavicle, down into her cleavage and around each of her areolae. She hissed through clenched teeth and I could feel her muscles in her cunt gripping rhythmically around my cock. I raised myself up on straightened arms and looked down at her, her eyes and teeth clenched shut, her cropped short hair spiky around her perspiring forehead. "Voula," I hissed. She opened her eyes wide, looking around unseeing for a moment, then met mine.

"Do you know how beautiful you are right at this moment?" I leaned down towards her and with a fierce yet dreamy smile on her face, she leaned up to meet me and again we waged a war of lips and tongue against each other. She sucked my lower lip in between hers, sucking in until with an audible 'pop' she let go and plunged down onto the bed, bowing her back until our ribs met.

She growled under hear breath, squeezing her belly muscles and clinging to my arse cheeks with both hands. I did likewise, squeezing my belly muscles and thus moving my dick with tiny movements inside her. Her eyes flew wide open and she groaned, "Yesss, oh fuck, yes, keep doing that!" She ground her hips from side to side and I gradually managed to move my hips up and down, rather than in and out, until suddenly I could feel myself on the brink of climax.

"Shit, Vee, I'm going to cum, hold up for a bit."

Her face screwed up in frustration. "Fuck, no, Sam, I'm almost there. Fuck, do your times tables or something!"

I laughed out loud, then I said, "Roll over - get on top of me." She groaned and I rolled to my left and half-pulled, half-guided her on top of me. She leaned forward and kissed me again. "Okay?" she asked. I nodded. "Give me a second." I took a few deep breaths as she sat up and ran her hands down over her boobs, her belly, pressing down hard just over her pussy. It almost felt like I could feel the pressure from inside her.

"Now, you," she said, leaning down to kiss me and hissing in my ear, "you don't fucking move. I haven't practised all these exercises so you can cum first!" She leaned back and slapped me lightly across the face, then plunged down again and rolled her hips as we kissed. She knelt up again and took both my hands in hers, lacing our fingers and leaning hard on my outstretched arms.

I lay back and looked up at her, the curves of her breasts and belly, her thighs stronger than I expected gripping my hips. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back, hissing hard between her teeth and I began to feel her clenching her muscles in time with her breath. I squeezed my buttocks, moving my cock inside her and she caught her breath and gripped my hands tightly, painfully. "Just let me," she breathed.

She muttered under her breath and I focussed on trying to keep my own breathing under control. It was hard to ignore the flood of sensations, her cunt gripping my hardness like a slippery glove and her belly undulating until it too kept time with her panting. She unlaced her fingers from mine and turned our hands into a monkey-grip, leaning further and further back. I could feel my cock being pulled with her, not roughly but gradually, smoothly, until finally I felt more than heard her catch her breath.

"Uh," Voula gasped. "That's it... oh, fuck - fuck - fuck... oh-ho-ho- "

Suddenly I felt the muscles in her belly clamp down hard like a vise and I could almost feel every fleshy crease rubbing against my dick begin to spasm. It was so unexpected my throat caught and suddenly every nerve in my body from my toes to the top of my head caught fire in a rush towards my dick.

"Vee - " I choked, "I'm - I'm - "

She looked down at me: I could barely see her eyes, slitted with pleasure. "Do it," she said, then rolled her head back, chanting, "Do it - do it - do it - do it..."

And I did, my toes curling until I could feel one calf burst aflame with cramp. My breath suddenly came like I'd run the fifteen-hundred metres and I could feel my balls drain as burst after burst of jism bathed Voula's insides. I came for what felt like five minutes, could feel Voula's orgasm as it rolled through her body again and again. As I came down I became aware again of my cramped calf and Voula could no longer bend herself back so far. In the sweetest movement she pulled me up toward her even as she pulled herself down to me and as we met in the middle, feeling like I was doing crunches I'd happily do forever, she hugged me tight and we kissed hard, teeth knocking together and tongues fighting like epileptic snakes. Before long we had no energy even for that and she simply lay down atop me while I lay prostrate beneath her. My right leg felt overstretched still and with a bit of effort I managed to swing it around and off the bed, swinging from the knee back and forth, hoping to work the cramp out of my calf but really past caring.

I felt exhausted, even though I'd done little more than lie there, and we were both covered with sweat. I kissed the crown of head, stroked her back, ran my finger up her spine and scooped up the perspiration, brought my finger to my mouth and licked it clean. Salty. Warm. Delicious.

Voula leaned up and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, leaning on my chest and looking into my eyes. "I'm going to have to get you a cock ring if you can't learn to control yourself," she said, huskily.

"Oh, really?" I was surprised. "You'd want to do this again?"

Voula smiled. "Baby, you're not very long and you're not very thick - compared to some that are one or the other - but you hit my spot - perfectly. And that," she said, kissing my collarbone, "is worth its weight in gold. Just like my O..."

I was shocked. Not that we'd just had sex - I'd hoped for exactly that for years; not that we hadn't used protection - I know that we trusted each other enough that we likely wouldn't have used it anyway; that I was put into the same sex-shaped box as her dead husband. Shock gave way to pride.

"Hmmm," I murmured, "well, thank you very much. I'd have been privileged just to watch - I'm glad you picked me to play..."

Voula yawned, catlike. "It would've happened sometime, honey. I'm glad I beat Em to you... Us curvy girls have to work a bit harder sometimes."

"Hey," I said. "Your curves would give Rubens wet dreams for life. I'm glad you beat Mariana too. Surprised there was a contest," I admitted, "but flattered to be worth it."

Voula looked deeply into my eyes. "You're a good guy, Sam," she insisted. "You'll always have some woman in a contest and you'll never know when you're the prize. If you're lucky, neither will they." She smiled, her eyes crinkling and, using her knees, she moved herself up to kiss me soft and deep. She pulled away and began to kiss my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids, murmuring, "Ah, so beautiful..."

"Well," I said, "I might clean up a bit." I reached up to my left and drew over the pillows from that side of the bed.

Voula was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Just brace yourself on all fours for a sec'," I replied. I shimmied down between her legs to the foot of the bed, kissing the roundness of her belly as I passed, inhaling deeply the smell of our mingled juices between her legs, and halted there. I drew the pillows above me and underneath her body and said, "There, rest on those." She mumbled something but I missed it.

The muscles around her thighs and belly still spasmed a little and I began to kiss around there, moving closer and closer to the fleshy flower between her legs. I heard her breathe in sharply as she realised what I was doing and felt her relax as she resigned herself to it. My tongue darted up to lick at the sticky white drops eking out from among the dark folds of her labia - the taste of sweat, my semen, her juices flavoured exactly as she smelled, so rich and delicious.

I deliberately avoided her clit but sometimes, in my eagerness to get to every drop as the still-clenching muscles in the walls of her vagina squeezed the liquids out, I would brush it with nose or tongue and Voula's entire body would shudder. I continued to lick, soft and light, firmly, deeply, until all I could taste was only Voula. I ran my hand along her left leg, tracing lightly up her calf and thigh until it reached her buttocks, then down again to the warm wetness of her pussy.

I had a good idea of how far to reach in: my fingers are rather long and I think I have maybe a better working understanding of a woman's anatomy than some men but as I dipped two fingers in and ran them gently and firmly towards her G-spot, Voula gasped. "No more!"

I froze. "No?"

Her voice was throaty - I could almost see her pushing her body into the mattress above me. "Honey it's too much. I'll pass out if I keep cumming." She rolled over onto her right side and dragged the pillows past and behind her. "Just get back up here and spoon me."

I hesitated. "Maybe I should do something about Mariana first?" Voula put a hand over her mouth in surprise. "Yes! I'll bet she's fallen asleep on the toilet."

I stood and walked over to the door in the corner of the room, opened it. The toilet faced the door; along the wall a basin stood opposite an electric heated towel rail; past that, a shower: the small ensuite for the master bedroom. There sat Mariana, dress hiked up to her navel, knickers around one ankle, a wad of toilet paper in one hand, leaning against the cold tile of the wall. Snoring.

"Ever the lady, Em," I said, smiled. I took the wad of paper from her hand and dropped it into the bowl between her legs, then grabbed another wad from the roll, wiped her briefly and did the same. She hadn't even had the energy to pee.

"Can you turn down the sheets?" I called in a stage whisper to Voula. I squatted on Mariana's left, took hold of her legs in one arms and, lifting her body in the other, carried her over to the bed. Voula lay dozing fitfully, quilt, blanket, topsheet all pulled back almost to the floor. I deposited Mariana beside her and kissed both on the cheek, then pulled up the bedclothes to cover them both.

"Voula," I whispered. She grunted. "I'll be in the spare room if you need me, okay?"

"Mmhmmm," she yawned, reaching over and, finding Mariana beside her, pulling her close.

"You two," I sighed, shaking my head. I gathered my clothes from the floor and walked into the spare room, a third bedroom Mariana used for her computer and business filing, put on my boxers and turned down the bed in the corner. I went and used the bathroom, checked the house for lights left on, had a couple of mouthfuls of water in the kitchen.

Voula and Mariana would be asleep until well after eleven, I was sure. I set the alarm on my mobile phone for six and went to bed. Three hours would be enough, I thought, drowsily. I'll go open the cafe and let them sleep it off. Who was supposed to be opening anyway? I knew that one of their weekend casuals would be helping in the dining room but they wouldn't have a key.

Well, if I sleep in, they've brought it on themselves. If I wake up, well, I'm a good guy. What else would I do?



The Women in My Life Ch. 01



"Errrmm, I was looking at it."

"Looking at it?"

"Yes, Mrs Green."

She looked up at me and smiled, "You can call me Angela when you're round here," she said. "Now, you were 'looking at it'?"

"Yes Mrs . . . Angela." It sounds silly I know but it was difficult to see her as 'Angela'. She was somehow different if I called her that – does that make sense?

Now another smile and she fixed me with her eyes. Eyes that I noticed were very pretty, a bit like Marilyn Monroe's (and I had spent an age worshipping her!). "I'm sure you were doing more than just looking?"

I blushed bright red. I was sure she knew, or at least guessed. How the hell was I going to get out of this one. "Errrmm, no," I said as honestly as I could manage.

"Why are you blushing Michael?" Oh shit, my full name again – she did know.

"Oh Mrs Green . . .,"

"Angela," she interrupted.

"Err, Angela. Oh, I can't say," I said and looked away.

She stood then, touched my cheek tenderly, and turned my head back towards her. "Yes you can Mike, you can." She sat again, "You don't have to be frightened, your mother will only know what I tell her."

"Oh Mrs . . . Angela, I'm embarrassed."

Again that lovely smile that I realise now meant so much. "You don't have to be embarrassed Mike. Come on, tell me what you were doing."

Well by now JT, far more aware of what was going on that I was, had started to show some interest and I was feeling some discomfort in that area. As my crotch was level with Mrs Green's eyes, I'm sure she had noticed as well. I had, therefore, to come clean to try and get to sit down at least.

"I was touching myself," I said red faced, hoping that that would do. Foolish boy!

"Oh, 'touching yourself'," she said pensively, "'touching yourself'?" Then she fixed me with those eyes that were becoming lovelier by the minute and she smiled a big smile, "You naughty young man, you were masturbating weren't you?" Well, I know now that, of course, she knew I was, but now, well I was bloody found out.

I blushed bright red, probably all over, as she waited for my reply. My mind was working overtime, what could I say, she'd guessed. Come clean and try to recover some lost ground! "Oh Mrs Green."

"Angela," she interrupted with a smile.

"Err, Angela, err. Oh heck, yes, yes I was. Oh Mrs Green please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again," some chance!! "Please don't tell mum, please.

She smiled back at me seeming not upset at all, "I told you, you young hellion, she'll only hear what I want her to hear." What did that mean I thought. "Now," she said becoming more business like, "I want you to show me just what you were doing. You can sit down here," and she indicated the seat next to her on the settee.

Sweet Jesus Christ, I thought, what am I going to do. I can't do this can I, get my todger out in front of Mrs Green, could I? Standing there as I was, clothed but naked in front of her, I didn't know what to do. She got up again and gently eased me back into the settee then sat next to me. Turning to face me she said with a great big smile, "Come on, don't be shy," the she laughed, "I have seen one before!"

I gave a shy laugh as I looked in her eyes. I would have seen desire there I think, if I'd known what to look for, an aching desire that needed release. She reached over and stroked my cheek again, "Don't be shy Mike, just show me what you were doing. I won't mind and I definitely won't tell Joyce anything you don't want me to."

I looked in her eyes and I trusted her. I think I must have been beginning to realise that something else was going on here but that was only subconsciously, although JT was far ahead of the game. I was struggling to control a fairly positive erection throughout all this. An erection that I was sure Mrs Green could see. Anyway, as I saw it I didn't have much choice. The implication seemed to be that she would tell mum if I didn't do as she told me. We were on our own, John was at university, so no one would walk in because I'd locked the front door.

"You really want me to, Mrs . . . Angela," she mouthed it with me.

"Yes Michael," she said with a depth of feeling that I was too immature to recognise. "Oh yes, I'd like to see what you were doing while you were 'reading' your book," she added with a smile as she waved it under my nose.

I took a very deep breath and crossed my very own Rubicon! I undid my belt, lifted up my bum, and slid my trousers down. I was concentrating on my own problem, how to hide my, by now, massive erection, so I only just noticed Angela's face. I didn't recognise it then but now I know it was lust, pure and simple. That's not surprising however, knowing what I know now.

"That's nice," she said throatily. I thought she meant that I done what she asked, now I'm not so sure because I remember that the tip of my cock was sticking over my underpants. I'm quite lucky I suppose, although it has been a problem in some cases, that I'm fairly well endowed. Not enormous but fairly a healthy 8½ inches at full stretch and about three round. I am circumcised so that can make your JT look rather more appealing, at least I'm told that by some women I've been with. This afternoon I was at full stretch. Surprising really I suppose, considering the position I found myself in. I was embarrassed, terribly embarrassed at exposing myself to my mum's best friend but she had wanted me to. JT, of course, was probably more aware of what was going on than I was – well my libido was anyway!

"Now your underpants Michael," she said throatily.

I looked at her pleadingly, "Mrs Green . . .?!"

"Angela," she said with a smile, "here you call me Angela."

"B b b but," I stammered.

She put her finger gently to my lips, "Shussh," she said, "Angela! Now come on. I want you to show me. It'll be all right, don't worry."

Strangely enough her voice relaxed me a bit now, perhaps I had begun to realise that more was going on here than met the eye, so I lifted my bum again and eased my underpants to allow my cock it's freedom.

"Oh my," she said in surprise, "but that is quite impressive!" I looked sharply at her, not sure what she meant. She noticed and smiled, "Don't mind me. Now here's your book, it's at your favourite page I think." Well yes it was. You could tell it was my favourite by the stains on it! "Just show me what you were doing."

Well, there was no going back now so I gripped dear old JT and began a slow wank. I couldn't look at Mrs Green, I just fixed my eyes on my lady in suspenders and tried to get it over with. I really didn't know what was going to happen to me, I felt helpless but there was something exciting about it all as well. My usual course was to imagine coming up behind her, removing her knickers, and sticking it inside her. Look, I didn't even know what a woman looked like down there! I'd had a feel but you don't get much idea from that do you? Nowhere could you get pictures like today that show you all of a woman's sex. Then I just knew you stuck your cock inside her and I assumed you could do it from the back as well as the front, well John told me you could and he was older than me.

So, there I was, slowly masturbating under the watchful, and lustful (although I didn't know that then), gaze of Mrs Green, Angela. After a few strokes pre-cum started to leak out of the tip and ease my wanking. Just then Mrs Green put her hand on my right forearm and stopped me.

"Mmm," she said, "that's very good Mike." Her other hand turned my head to face hers, "What are you thinking of when you do that?"

Oh shit! How could I tell her. She must have seen my confusion and taken pity on me. "Are you thinking of doing 'IT' with her?"

"Oh Mrs . . . Angela. Oh I'm sorry! Yes, oh yes I am." I was close now. 

She smiled, "Go on then." So now I did, wanking hard thinking of ramming my cock into this suspender clad woman. The inevitable happened and, fairly quickly, I came sending several pulses of spunk up in the air before the remains of that orgasm dribbled down my cock. By some strange act of fate some of the spunk, which had travelled quite a way, had landed on Mrs Greens shoulder.

"Oh god, oh shit. Oh bloody hell," I said forgetting myself. "Oh hell, I'm sorry Mrs Green."

She didn't seem bothered, "Angela," she smiled, "I told you Mike, Angela when you a round here."

"Oh, err, Angela, I'm sorry, so sorry. I couldn't help it."

Her hand came up and stroked my cheek, "No," she said softly, "no you couldn't." Then she did the strangest thing, well at least I thought I so then, she used her finger to scrape up my spunk from her shoulder and then she sucked it off between her lovely red lips. My mouth must have opened in astonishment because she laughed and said, "Mmm, that tastes nice."

Gulp, "Umm, errrrmmm, err," I managed to stammer, right hand still gripping my only slightly softer cock. In those days I didn't soften right away, indeed, I could go again almost immediately: often did! (Oh for the joys of youth!) Now she surprised me even more. She moved off the settee to kneel in front of me. Fixing me with her eyes she said, "Keep still Mike, don't move. Everything will be all right." Then she leant forward and licked the tip of my spunk covered cock!

I was frozen. I didn't know what to do it was so, so unexpected. Here was my mum's best friend kneeling in front of me licking my cock, christ, I hadn't imagined anything like this even in my wildest dreams, and some of them were pretty wild.

Her tongue licked around the head, she seemed to enjoy the taste of spunk mixed with precum. All the time she fixed me with her eyes. After a few licks she looked up and said, "Let him go Mike and give me your hand."

I was like an automaton now, just doing as I was told. I almost couldn't believe this was happening. Was it some kind of daydream or even a nightmare. She took my hand and used her tongue to eat the spunk off of it.

"Mmm," she said, "nice." Now her hand was holding my cock, gently, tenderly. Her hand was cool but it made my cock shoot up to full hardness again.

"Oh hell, oh god, Mrs . . . Oh fuck!!" She had taken the head of my cock in her mouth. It was wet, it was warm, it felt like some kind of heaven. She began to gently wank me then and to softly suck. Well I wasn't used to this and I had no control whatsoever at that age so the inevitable happened. I came, and I came hard and long. Harder and longer because Angela was sucking the spunk out of my cock like a Hoover. I'd thought that I'd had some good wanks in the past but nothing, nothing had felt like this. It was unbelievable, the pleasure indescribable as pulse after pulse was sucked out and, although I didn't see it, swallowed by Angela. Hell could she suck cock! All the while she gently masturbated me, lengthening the time of my orgasm and increasing the number of pulses.

As I finished I was mortified. What had I done – not that I had much control over it! We boys had talked about cock sucking of course, and I'd dreamed of a girl sucking my cock obviously, but never a woman and certainly not Mrs Green!

"Oh god Mrs Green," it did take me a while to get to 'Angela', "oh hell, I'm sorry," I said almost in fear of what would happen and I tried to pull away.

She was having none of it. She kept hold of my, now softening, cock and, raising her head level with mine, smiled and opened her mouth. Oh my god, she had a mouthful of my spunk! I was horrified and excited at the same time. I have come to understand how exciting this can be. A woman with a mouthful of your cum that she shows you then swallows. It was exciting then as well but that excitement was tempered by fear of the consequences.

Now she used her tongue to move the white mass round her mouth then she swallowed the lot. I swallowed as well – boy was I in trouble, or so I thought. I suppose I should have realised that it hadn't been my fault at all, I was just being manipulated but I didn't see it like that just at that moment.

"Oh heck, Mrs . . . Angela, oh heck. I'm sorry. Oh don't say anything to mum please. I'll do anything." I suppose, looking back, I was terrified. You see, I was naïve, most of us were in those days, because there wasn't the access to adult material that there is today.

Angela smiled at me as she licked her lips, "It's a long time since I tasted that," she said, not that I understood what she meant. "Oh dear, sweet Michael. Poor young man," she laughed, "you young innocent. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. Can't you guess what's happening?"

I must have been particularly dense but, well I was so worried about what I had done. Mind you, it had been so bloody good I did hope I might do it again well, anyway, at least get to wank remembering it. I still didn't see. I shook my head.

She touched my cheek, "Oh you dear innocent," she said again, "just like John." That puzzled me but I didn't dwell on it. The meaning became clear later. 

"You're almost grown up now Mike. What just happened proves that. You are a young man and now you're going to learn about women, and I'm going to teach you!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, "You Mrs . . . Angela, teach me?"

"Yes Mike, teach you about women and about yourself."

"What . . . err . . . what about mum?"

She smiled, "She knows silly, she knows all about your book. She's known for ages. We've just been waiting until you were old enough to know," she looked at my somewhat shrunken cock, "and that delightful JT of yours was ready."

Now I was beginning to fall in, "Mum knew, mum knows about, errrm, about my book?"

"Yes," she smiled, "she's known about it for a while. We both have." She touched my cheek again, "And we know what you do with it!"

I blushed again then met her eyes, "This was all . . . a test? I don't understand?"

"Oh you darling young man, of course you don't." She sat up next to me, "Tidy yourself up and I'll make us a cup of tea. Then I'll explain everything to you." She left for the kitchen and I tucked myself in and sorted myself out. No spunk left on my cock this time, I thought with a nervous laugh – was this the shape of things to come? I was beginning to wonder.

Angela came back a few minutes later with tea and biscuits. So normal that I almost laughed but it was normal for her you see. She poured tea and I took a cup and a biscuit.

"You see Mike," she began, "your mum and I have been friends for almost twenty years, just after John was born. Well you know your dad left your mum before you arrived, bastard that he was." This was no news to me. Mum had told me all about my dad and how he left her when he found she was pregnant. Last heard of, he was in Australia but that was 10 years ago. I had no interest in him so what Angela said about him didn't bother me.

"Well, she's been on her own since then." 

"She's had me," I said somewhat indignantly.

"Oh yes, and you've been her rock," she said, "but now you're nearly a man you must understand what I mean when I say 'on her own'."

The penny dropped and I was suddenly ashamed. Had my presence caused her pain, unable to form a relationship with another man. Angela saw it, "Oh Mike, don't blame yourself. She loves you and she didn't mind being on her own. Now let me carry on. Since my Stan passed away we've been very close your mother and I, very close indeed."

I was suddenly very perceptive. Look, I'm not slow, that's how I got to where I am today, "You're 'on your own' too aren't you."

"My," she said with a smile, "you are a perceptive young man aren't you? Yes I am on my own and I have been since then." My mind was racing now, racing along on a single track. Now I realised why I was here, Angela wouldn't be 'on her own' would she. I would be here for her.

I looked at her boldly, "You won't be on your own any more will you?"

She looked at me open eyed, surprised I think, that I had figured it out so quickly. "I can see that we aren't going to be able to mess you about," she said with a smile. "No," she went on, "if you're happy to be taught, I won't be on my own any more."

My stomach did back flips, more of what had just happened and so much more. I looked at her and smiled, "I think I'd like that," I said confidently. You know I felt grown up then at just turned 18.

"Good, your mother will be pleased she can return the favour," she said strangely. Then another penny dropped.

"John?" I said slowly, "John and mum!" I remembered then how mum had seemed to change just after John decided her was going to university; she seemed happier, more content. John is three years older than me. Of course! He was often waiting for me when I came from cricket practice or from late classes. I remember he stayed with mum for the whole two weeks I went on school holiday. How, often Angela would take me out shopping, or to the cinema, while John was elsewhere: now I guessed where.

I looked at her rather blankly. I didn't know what to think. John and my mum. John was my best friend. Before he went to college he looked after me. Him and mum, look, I never thought of my mum as a woman. Hell that's not right, or course I did! I knew she was pretty, prettier than Angela. As I wrote, she was about 6 years younger than her. John and mum, John and mum.

Angela touched my arm to draw me out of my reverie. I was trying to assess how I felt. Was I jealous, jealous of him and her. Well I was and I wasn't really. I looked at Angela, "Is it, was it, like that with them Angela. Did mum, does mum, teach him?"

I think she realised that this was a dangerous moment. They must have talked about it, realised that I wasn't stupid and would have worked it out sooner or later, so they must have realised that I could go either way. Angela nodded at me, "Yes Mike, it is." She smiled, "I lent him to her, lent him for his education in how to make love, in how to treat a woman. Michael, oh Michael, she has been so lonely. Lonely like that. Of course she has you and she loves you but, well . . ." Now she seemed at a loss for words.

I took a deep breath. I should explain, I loved my mother, loved her more than anything. She'd sacrificed a lot for me, most of her youth really, to bring me up properly: and she had done that. Even before this afternoon and as I became older I was beginning to realise how much of me was a product of her caring and love. I'd not wanted for much. I was beginning to understand then, as I have come to understand more and more, that, if you love someone, above all you want them to be happy. I loved her and I wanted her to be happy. I know now that's important in romantic love but it's important in filial love as well.

I was sitting there working all this out. Of course I knew that I couldn't do for her what John could, she was my mum and, well that wasn't allowed. I'd never thought of my mum like that anyway, despite realising how attractive she was. Hell, I hadn't even thought about Angela like that and she was pretty tasty! Angela was quiet, letting me work out my feelings as I tried to be adult and understand what was happening. Then I had another thought. How Angela's Stan had stayed round our house sometimes, how mum went round to Angela's while she and John were with me.

"Angela?" I said pensively, "uncle Stan?" She looked at me sharply, "Uncle Stan. Did he, you know, with mum?" I realised that she must have known if he did. They were very close. He was a lovely man and both women were distraught when he died.

"Mike, you mustn't be upset about this," she swallowed nervously. I think I had surprised her in realising about uncle Stan and I suppose she had no idea how I'd react to all this news of sexual shenanigans. As I said, the swinging part of the sixties didn't really reach south east London.

"Mum was happy then," I said, "I remember. Did they love each other, you know, like you and him did?" Naïve I suppose, and childish, but shit, I was only just turned 18 and so much was happening in my head, and it was, for some strange reason, important that they did have feelings for each other. Thankfully, I suppose, she realised how much that simple fact meant to me.




The Women in My Life Ch. 01



"Yes," she said, "I think they did, perhaps not quite the same, but yes, they were fond of each other."

"Good," I said, "I'm glad she was happy." I knew then that I had absolutely no right to sit in judgement of my mother. If she was happy with John then so be it. I vowed to myself that it wouldn't change my attitude to John. I couldn't do the same about my mum because what was happening today was changing me, changing me from an innocent boy into a young man, so I couldn't say that. I did know that I didn't love her any the less for finding out about this, if anything I loved her more. That she would allow this: this 'education'.

I looked up and smiled at Angela, I could think of her like that now, Angela. God she was lovely! "I think I understand," I said. "I just want mum to be happy and if she is then anything she does is OK with me." Then, feeling very grown up, and pushing my shoulders back, "And I'll do my best to make you happy too," I said with a smile.

She looked hard at me, with new eyes I think, "My," she said, "my, my, you are a perceptive and very impressive young man. Just like your mother says." Then she leant forward and kissed me, not your 'auntie' kiss that she usually reserved for me, but a kiss full on the lips. Shit was she good. I melted and shivers ran up and down my spine.

"That's a promise of things to come," she said with a smile as she pulled away. Then she was more businesslike, "Mike, are you OK. It's a lot for you take in. Are you sure you are all right with this?"

I smiled, "Yes," I said, "how could I not be. Does mum know, you know, about this afternoon?"

"Yes," she smiled, "we planned it. You're not upset?"

"No," I said, "it was pretty good."

Now she looked at me with knowing eyes, "Oh you enjoyed it did you?"

My turn to blush, no good playing games with her! "Y. . e . . s," I managed to say.

"Good," she said, "then I'm sure you'll enjoy the jobs I've got for you to do after dinner!"

"Jobs?!?!?"

"Mmm," she said, "I've got tons of jobs for you to do," she smiled at me suggestively (well, I didn't know that then but I do now), "I've got a lot of catching up to do."

"Oh," I said realising what she meant. "I've got to come round after dinner?"

"Mmm, if you want to. Do you?"

"Oh heck Angela, do I!!!"

She laughed, "Off you go and have your dinner. I'm sure your mum will want to know how you got on?"

OH, I thought, oh. I've got to tell mum. I realised I would be embarrassed and Angela must have noticed. "Don't worry Mike, just tell her what happened and what we talked about. You're grown up now, you can talk about these things. You will learn Mike, that it's far better to talk about these sort of things than to hide them away. Go home and hug your mum."

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "I will and I'll be back after dinner for some more 'jobs'!"

She playfully boxed my ears, "Off you go young devil," she said in a strange voice.

I walked very slowly back home that afternoon. You must understand that what had happened was fairly momentous for me. Not only was I having to deal with my own developing sexuality and my reaction to Angela, I also had to deal with the revelations about my mother with both Stan and John.

As I walked I realised that, just as I was apprehensive about returning home, so would mum be as well. She knew what Angela was planning to do and they must have discussed me realising about John. Perhaps they didn't realise that I would put two and two together regarding Stan, I was after all, only 11 when he died but I did remember him very well. As I thought about it I realised that he had almost been a father to me in those early years. That's why John and I were so close, we were almost like brothers. I was beginning to see that my mother and Angela had a very close relationship indeed.

I used my key in the front door and shouted, "It's me mum," as I came in. 

"In here," I heard from the lounge. A rather muted 'in here' as if she was worried. Well, I had determined on the way home (I'd gone round the block three times to think things through), that nothing would change. I still loved her, her and John didn't change that. My being with Angela didn't change the way I felt about mum and I supposed it didn't change the way she felt about me. One thing had changed, that was me. I had grown up this afternoon. Oh not sexually, that was to come, but emotionally. I could recognise how I felt and it was confident, adult, and secure.

"Hello mum," I said as I came in. She was sitting in the chair very demurely, hands resting in her lap, as if she thought she was going to be chastised, told off, or something. She looked up at me with eyes that were close to crying. She must have got herself into something of a tizwaz waiting for me to come home.

I went over to her and kissed her cheek, just as I usually did when I came home. Then I gave her a big smile. That seemed to relieve some of her tension and she looked up and smiled back at me wanly.

"Hello Mike," she said softly and her hand came up to caress my cheek. I realised then that she had to say goodbye to me didn't she. Oh not actually but figuratively speaking. She had to say goodbye to the child she'd nurtured all these years. She knew then that I was a man, or soon to be one. That must have been difficult for her too.

I knelt in front of her and took her hands in mine, "What is it mum?" There was pain in her eyes as she looked into mine. She must have recognised immediately that I had changed, grown if you like, grown emotionally.

She took a deep breath, a swallow, and said, "Did you, did you speak to Angela?"

I smiled softly trying to calm her nervousness. I could feel the tension in her hands. "Yes mum," another smile, "I did 'speak' with Angela, amongst other things." Now, curiously, she blushed. She couldn't know that Angela had succeeded in her seduction of me until now and now she knew, or suspected anyway, that I was aware of her relationship with John.

She looked at me almost in supplication, "You know," she said, her voice trembling, "you know about . . ." She couldn't look at me. She was ashamed! That was it, she was ashamed. Well that's what I thought at the time. As it turned out that wasn't the reason. My heart went out to her and I reached forward and hugged her tight. She sobbed on my shoulder.

"Oh mum, mum, you don't have to cry. I understand." I held her at arms length by her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes, "You don't have to be ashamed before me mum, me of all people. I owe you everything, everything I am and am ever likely to be. You've given most of your life to me, I know that and I've just found out what that might mean," her turn to look at me in surprise. I smiled and her puzzlement, "I can only begin to imagine what it will be like, doing all Angela's 'jobs'. She said she's got an enormous backlog!"

This cut the tension and made her laugh. She boxed my ears playfully, "You are a devil Michael," she said, "Angela was right." I raised my eyebrows, "She said she thought you would learn very quickly."

"Quicker than John?" I asked softly. It had to be said, to be dealt with and got out of the way. She had to know that it was not my place to criticise her life, only to protect her now that I had grown.

This caused her to look away, shame resurfacing. "Oh Michael, you can't know what it is like. So lonely," she realised what she was implying, "oh Mike I don't mean that." She was almost in tears again. It seemed so difficult for her to find the right words to try to explain herself so I tried to do it for her.

"I understand mum. You don't have to be ashamed before me, before anyone. You're my mother, nothing you do can be wrong. I'm beginning to realise what it must be like to be alone like that, without a man," she looked at me wide-eyed, "without a man to love, well at least to make love to. If John gives you that, and you enjoy it: good. I want you to because I think I'm going to enjoy being with Angela," I smiled, "well, certainly in this afternoon is anything to go by!"

Now her shame turned to pride. She smile at me, "I told Angela it would be all right," she said then she caressed my cheek again, "I trusted you." I held her tight.

"I know about uncle Stan as well!" It had to be got out of the way as well. She needed to know that I knew and that I understood.

"Oh god," she said shocked, "how? Angela?"

"No," I said smiling, "you always said I was sharp young man. I just put two and two together and got four. Look mum, I haven't the right really, to say this, but I don't mind. You have to live your life, had to live it, as you see fit. Nothing you've ever done has harmed me and you mustn't punish yourself because now I know. I'm glad I know because I think I'm beginning to understand.

"Now," I said standing and smiling down at her, "I'm going out to get some fish and chips for our dinner. I'll pop into the off-licence and get a bottle of wine. I think we need to have a little celebration don't you?"

"What for," she said with a smile.

Taking a very deep breath and a terrible risk, I said, "To celebrate me losing my virginity!"

This made her laugh, her rich throaty laugh, that showed me she was all right. "I told her you'd be a handful," she said with a smile then she realised the possible double meaning and blushed because she knew I would see it as well!

I pecked her cheek and left to get dinner. It was a happy meal, simple but enjoyable. For some reason I felt an even greater connection with her now. We chatted about her past and her relationship with Uncle Stan. She didn't seem too embarrassed now that she knew I was growing up emotionally. I think it was one happiest meals I ever had with her. My only worry afterwards was leaving her alone all evening. I mentioned it.

"Oh, don't be silly," she said, "I'll watch the TV or read, I've got that new book. Very raunchy they tell me."

"Are you sure you'll be OK?" Don't ask me why I was being like this, I almost always went out on Saturday night. It was just that I felt responsible for her now. I suppose it was my growing up. I think it pleased her.

"Yes, of course I will. Now, off you go, Angela will be waiting. Behave!"

I laughed, I was growing up, "I'm not sure she wants me to," I said.

"Get off with you, devil," she said laughing, "and enjoy yourself."

As I left the house and strolled around the corner to Angela's I wondered what the future held for me. I couldn't help but think it would be fun. I didn't realise then how lucky I was, that only came to me some time later as I walked home on Sunday. I knocked on the door and Angela called, "It's open Mike. Put the latch on." We would be on our own and not disturbed: I was beginning to get excited.

She was standing there in a dressing gown. Something I'd never seen her in before and I was surprised. She looked me up and down. Now I should say that I was wearing the same stuff as before. Not the smartest nor, I'm ashamed to say, the cleanest. I'd been laying about in it all day and I realise now that I must have looked pretty scruffy. The other thing I should mention is that I hadn't had a bath since Thursday. We didn't have showers in those days and bathing didn't seem quite so important to a 16 year old who always had something better to do. Although it hadn't bothered her earlier, Angela was about to change that and teach me a valuable lesson!

"Well young man," she said with a smile. She did have a son as well so she knew what we were like! "First things first. Your first job is to make yourself presentable." I raised my eyebrows and she smiled.

"I've run a bath for you upstairs. Go up and get in. Leave your clothes outside the door and I'll deal with them. I've got some things for you to wear." I must admit I thought this was strange, baths, clothes: perhaps I had got hold of the wrong end of the stick.

"Go on," she said with a smile, sensing my puzzlement, "all will be explained later." So I trotted upstairs to the bathroom, undressed and put my clothes outside the door. For some inexplicable reason I locked the bathroom door! Climbing in the bath I laid back and relaxed. Now a bath always induced interest from JT and a healthy wank usually followed but I thought that, tonight, I ought to lay off. Perhaps something else would happen.

I don't know how long I lay there, not long I suppose, I was eager to find out what 'jobs' I had to do. I scrubbed myself clean, got out and dried myself then realised I didn't have anything to wear! My clothes had gone from outside the door so I called to Angela.

"Errm, Mrs Green, errr Angela. I haven't got any clothes."

"They're in here," she called out, "in the bedroom."

In the bedroom!! How was I to get there? Making the best of it because I was shy then about showing my body to her, I draped a hand towel around my waist and held it in place. In the bedroom she was sitting at her dressing table and she turned to look at me as I came in. Hell, was I embarrassed. Well I was naked in front of mum's best friend and, despite the realisation that something important was going to happen, I was still shy.

She smiled at me. She looked gorgeous! More make-up than usual and her hair freshly groomed, she was wearing a white blouse, loose at the waist outside her skirt. She stood and I saw her skirt was loose as well, hanging from her hips and reaching mid-calf. She was wearing high heeled shoes ('bedroom slippers' as I later found out). As I noticed her I realised that I was beginning a journey of discovery and JT did as well! She walked over to me and caressed my cheek.

"My but you are a beautiful young man," she said with feeling.

Beautiful? No one had ever called me beautiful. I began to feel a little bit worried. She noticed and laughed, "Don't be silly," she said, "men and boys can be beautiful as well as women and you are, very beautiful indeed. Come over here." She returned to be dressing table stool and sat down facing me.

"Come on," she smiled, "don't be shy." I walked over to her realising that, by now, my cock was beginning to register the situation in which it found itself and was pushing the towel up. As I got there she reached for the towel and drew it away, "You don't need that," she said, "let me look at you properly." Then she gazed into my eyes, "You can look at me properly later."

Well that did it, JT shot to full attention now and I knew, just knew that if she touched me there I wouldn't be able to hold back. This was such an exciting situation for a young man to be in and I had absolutely no control in those days. I think she must have realised how excited I was because she didn't touch me there immediately. She just smiled and looked at my erection with a lick of her lips. I've written about eyes devouring a body and this is when I first saw it. Her eyes seemed to note every part of me, every muscle, every nuance of my body. Being looked at like that was very, very erotic.

Then she began to explore my body. Her hand ran down my, then hairless, chest and over my flat stomach until the start of my pubic hair. She was careful not to go any further just yet. Now my hips, she just ran her hands across my skin. The feeling was wonderful. Her hands seemed cool, although I suppose they must have been hot, and then caressed my thighs and right down to my knees.

"Oh you are lovely," she said looking into my eyes, "turn round."

Embarrassed still, and even more so now, I slowly turned. I didn't realise then, (and I don't have it now!) but she later told me I had a lovely arse. I know now that women are quite often attracted by the shape of a mans bottom: why I don't know, perhaps it's just natural, but I wasn't aware then. I wasn't aware either of the power a woman had over a man in playing with his arse. Mind you, I found out about that pretty quickly as well!

"Oh that is nice," she said as she stroked down my back then across my buttocks and the cheeks of my bottom. I couldn't believe it when I felt her hands part those cheeks and one finger drag across my bottom hole. Mind you, I did get the faintest feeling of what might happen if that finger lingered there, as JT got even harder, if that was possible. She seemed to linger on my arse for a long time, I now know why and I suppose, in some way that made me more interested later in hers. 

Finally she spoke, "Turn round darling one," she said softly, "let's see if we can do anything for that lovely muscle of yours." Stupid I know, but I wondered what she meant. I soon found out!

As I turned she leaned forward and looked closely at my cock. She seemed to be trying to fix it in her mind. "This is lovely," she said looking up at me, "you know you're quite big don't you?" Well I was aware that I was larger than most but I didn't feel I should boast.

"I don't know," I said.

"Well you are and it really is a beautiful cock." I blushed as she said this. I wasn't expecting such language from her. She noticed.

"You mustn't be frightened to use the right words Mike. Don't be frightened to say what you think, call things by their name. It's all right in the bedroom."

I took a deep breath and looked down at her. It was so, so exciting seeing her there, her mouth inches from my cock. Then her cool hand grasped it like a racket handle and her mouth found the end. She began to masturbate me again and sucked. Well, the inevitable happened! Almost immediately I came, still managing to produce a fair sized load, which she swallowed just like before. This time JT softened quite quickly, well it was the third of the day, and she let go. She didn't keep my spunk in her mouth this time, it was all swallowed straight away with a smile. Now she looked up at me, "My but you are a fertile young man too," she said then added more seriously, "but we are going to have to teach you some control." I wasn't really aware of what she was talking about, 'control', what did that mean?

She saw my confusion and laughed, "I'll explain everything as we go along," she said, "your clothes are there." She'd laid out a loose summer shirt, with slacks and something I'd never experienced before, silk underpants. When I put these on I realised how sensuous silk is next to the skin. My love of silk underwear stemmed from that day. They were also very loose with a large slit in the front: they wouldn't get in the way, not that I realised that fact immediately!

I dressed and I felt very grown up. Looking at myself in her mirror I saw a smart, reasonably good looking young man. I always had a mop of rather unruly hair which none of the women in my life seemed to mind. Angela always said it gave me a 'gamin' look, cheeky and very attractive. I felt confident as I looked in the mirror but then Angela stood up beside me. She looked absolutely gorgeous. You have to understand that, in those days, we were brought up to think that women should have some flesh on them. The movie stars of the day, Marilyn Monroe, Ava Gardner, and the like were all well built and very, very shapely so that, for a boy, no young man, that was the ideal. Angela had that in spades! He body was shapely and the blouse and skirt she wore showed that. She must have felt my eyes on her reflection in the mirror as she stood next to me because she turned and looked back over her shoulder. Smiling, she said, "Well?"

Well indeed. Look, I gone to bed wanking over pictures of Marilyn Monroe for years, ever since I knew I could wank I suppose. If you've never seen pictures of her arse then you haven't lived; she was almost perfection! The series of her in a swimsuit from quite early are wonderful.

From the back Angela was too. Her bottom was full, broad, and shapely and, looking at her reflection, with her looking over her shoulder, put me in mind of both Marilyn and my lady in suspenders. That was enough to cause serious interest by JT. Because of the looseness of both my slacks and underpants that became pretty obvious quickly.




The Women in My Life Ch. 01



She turned back and laughed as she looked down at my crotch, "My, my," she said, "but you are strong aren't you."

I raised my eyebrows quizzically and she nodded down at JT. "It doesn't take that long to recover does it?" Of course this embarrassed me no end and she laughed. "Don't be silly," she said, "I'm counting on it! Come on, let's go downstairs and have a glass of wine together."

This alone showed me that she was treating me as a grown up. I should mention wine really, mainly because it was not generally usual for working class people like us to drink wine in those days: beer and, occasionally, spirits yes, but wine very seldom. Our two families were different, primarily because of Stan, Angela's late husband. He had been employed in the wine importing industry so it was always available in our two households. My mum allowed me to drink wine at a very young age and I had grown to enjoy it a great deal, and to have a fairly good tolerance. Usually however, at least for me as a young man, wine was taken with a meal, not socially. That was for adults. Mum and Angela would often drink a bottle on Sunday afternoons as they chatted and laughed. So Angela offering to drink wine with me socially like this clearly indicated my new status, a status that I realised and relished. I think she must have known all this and how I would feel. It was another way for her to show how grown up she considered me to be.

I followed her downstairs, into the kitchen and then the lounge. I must admit that I couldn't keep my eyes of her bottom. The high heels of her 'shoes' made her cheeks sway in a mesmerising fashion and my cock was definitely becoming interested again. I laugh now, he was an unruly beast in those early days but he was tamed in the end!

In the lounge she sat me in an arm chair, poured me a glass of wine, then sat opposite. As she sat and crossed her legs I got a glimpse of a stocking top, god she was sexy!

She smiled, obviously noticing my noticing of her, "Well young Michael," she said, "you must be wondering what all that was about?"

I wasn't really, I was quite happy to go where she told me and do what she wanted me too but I was surprised about the bath. "I didn't expect to get into a bath," I said somewhat shyly.

"No, knowing you boys," she said with emphasis on the last word, "you don't like bathing very much do you but," she added with a smile, "a young man going to see a woman should always be well turned out." Well, I said I'm not stupid so I immediately saw what she was getting at.

"You mean that I should always be clean and tidy when I see errrm, see you?"

"Yes," she smiled, "when you see any woman. Well," she added, "at least when you want to get to know them. Don't worry too much when you come round here, the bath will always be there, but if you go out with a girl make yourself smart and presentable." She smiled again, "Women like to think that their partner is taking some trouble." There were a number of subtle messages here that hit me the next day. Mainly, she was saying that I should continue to go out with girls. I must admit that, by the end of this evening, I thought I wasn't supposed to.

"Is that why I'm wearing these nice clothes?"

"Mmm," she said, "if you feel good about yourself and how you look it's likely she will as well. And you are a handsome young man you know, slim and athletic." Of course this embarrassed me, "Don't be silly, you mustn't be embarrassed when you are complemented. Mike," she went on more seriously, "know your good points and, and this is even more important, recognise your faults," she smiled, "not that you've developed any really bad ones yet. Now, I want you to tell me about your experiences." She fixed me with her eyes, "Have you done IT?"

"Errrmm, done what?" I said.

She laughed, "You know, you devil, have you had a girl yet?"

"Oh Angela!"

"Come on, don't be silly, tell me. You have haven't you?" She must have noticed my hesitation. "Have you?"

"Errm, no, no I haven't. I errm,"

She smiled, "I know, bloody cricket! Have you had a girl touch it, that big beast of yours?"

I smiled shyly, "Yes, a couple."

"Oh," she said, "who were they?"

Now I'd never been one to brag about sex (mind you I didn't have much to brag about!). Lots of the other boys told everybody what girls they'd had (or rather, in most cases, imagined they'd had) and what they had done with girls. I always thought most of it was fiction anyway so I never spoke about what I got up to with girls, not even to John, so now I wasn't going to tell Angela.

"I don't think I can say Angela, it wouldn't be right." Now she surprised me. She got up and kissed my forehead.

"Good," she said, "a gentleman never betrays a woman's confidence, I'm proud of you. Now, have you felt some tits?"

I was easier now, her saying that about not telling had made me confident, "Yes," I said with a smile, "only a couple of girls but yes." I looked in her eyes, "They felt nice!"

"Rascal," she laughed. "What about kisses, I bet a handsome young man like you gets lots of kisses."

Well I did actually. As I said, I rarely had trouble finding a dance partner or someone to go out with and I nearly always kissed my girlfriends. Well not girlfriends really, just partners. "Mmm," I said smiling, "but none of them are like the last two with you."

"I should hope not," she said with a satisfied smile then she downed her glass of wine and said, "Come on, I need you upstairs!"

Not sure what she meant, I finished mine and followed her beautiful broad bottom up the stairs. She led me straight into her bedroom and, as soon as we were in, she turned and faced me. In her special slippers she was only a couple of inches shorter than me so our faces were almost level. I looked at her and I knew what she wanted. Her mouth was just open and her eyes were full, with what I didn't know then, but I judged she wanted to be kissed. I suppose that nature takes it's course because I put my arms around her and pulled her to me, fixing her mouth with mine as she offered it to me. It was a long kiss that stirred feelings deep in my loins. Her arms had enclosed me as we kissed and her hands wandered all over my back, even over my bottom. 

She pulled away then another kiss, even longer and more passionate. I was having difficulty controlling myself by now, my cock was bursting against my slacks. Quick I know, but you must understand that I was being kissed by a woman now, not some inexperienced girl, and this woman knew how to kiss! I think we must have gone on like this for a few minutes, just breaking to breathe: it was fabulous. That you could get so much pleasure from a simple kiss!

Finally she pulled away. Breathlessly she said, "My, my, that was good but I need you now, quickly." With that she laid back on her bed and looked in my eyes, "Take your slacks off," she said in a sultry and throaty voice. I know now that she was very, very hot just then and needed some release. I did learn how difficult it had been for her to go slowly in the afternoon and earlier.

Her manner and her voice didn't really allow for any hesitation on my part. It was an order, peremptory I know, but I had to do as she asked. My slacks dropped to the floor and JT, now released, sprang out of the loose silk drawers. "Oh yes," she said, "come here." Again I had no choice but to comply, not that I wanted to refuse of course. I had a fair idea of what was going to happen here, my worry was would I know what to do.

As I moved forward to the bed she opened her legs and her skirt rode up. She was knickerless! My breath almost stopped. I saw her, saw her femininity, her pussy (although I didn't call it that then). I think I panicked because she quickly said, "Don't worry, kneel in between. Mike, you'll be OK." I think she realised what my major fear would be. It wasn't that I'd cum too soon, it was that I wouldn't do it properly, but she was leading me through.

I knelt as she lifted her skirt higher. I didn't notice then but she was wearing stockings and suspenders. Lucky I suppose because I probably would have shot my bolt too early had I noticed.

"Come up," she said easing herself closer to me, "now lean forward. Take your weight on your arms." I did and I felt the fuzz of her pubic hair on the end of my cock. As I look back on that moment I realise that I must have understood about holding back. It seemed important somehow, to ensure that I 'performed' to her expectations because expect something she certainly did. It must have been difficult for her, waiting there with her 'engine' running at full blast having to tutor a complete learner.

I felt her hand reach down between us and grasp my cock. I tried to think of something else because I was so, so close to my fourth of the day. I was thankful for the previous three because I'm sure I wouldn't have held out had it not been for them. She moved my cock across her sex, I could feel the wet warmth of her. Then she had me in place and she let out a great sigh, her first orgasm as I later found out.

She managed a very weak, "Push Mike, push." Nature showed the way. I knew what to do and I filled her up in one go. She wasn't loose and it was like putting my cock into heaven. What is it about the vagina that feels so good? Her reaction was another deep sigh and a shiver that rippled across her whole body.

"Oh god yes," she said, "move Mike, darling man, move." I was stock still, revelling in the feeling of her love channel. Her words brought me back. 'Man' she had said! I had to live up to that. I knew I had to do something so I started. Back and forth, back and forth. I know now that there wasn't much style but it was my first time after all. The feelings in my cock and balls were unbelievable. How could I ever wank again after this? Amazingly I didn't cum straight away. Now this may sound silly but I think I was so surprised at the feelings that it allowed me to hold back. As I fucked her, Angela was moaning, her body shuddering regularly. I didn't understand then what was happening to her, only that it was good. That pleased me, that I could do this for her but now, as I looked down at her glowing face, I realised that I was about to let go. Luckily, so was she.

She reached up and pulled my lips to hers. Her mouth devoured mine and her legs came up and trapped me deep inside her. It was my first experience of possession by a woman. A wonderful feeling but it can be a touch intimidating. Women in the throes of orgasm seem to be so powerful, so capable of anything. Throughout my life, as I've experienced this, I've sympathized with the male Black Widow Spider who is eaten by his mate after fertilising her.

All this movement was enough and I loosed my load inside her. At the same time her vagina pumped my cock, milking it of it's life-giving seed. I could hardly move, so tightly did she hold me but I suddenly realised that I wasn't wearing anything, no French Letter (that's what we called condoms where I came from – don't ask me why. I'll call them condoms from now on.). I couldn't do anything about it until she let me go and then it would be too late. I didn't know about female birth control then. There was no pill of course but I later found that there were other things, other ways.

Finally, she let me go and I pulled my softening cock from her glorious heaven. I rolled to the side and lay there contemplating what had happened. Was that what it was like, rushed, quick, and all over so quickly – little did I know. I was so, so lucky that I had a teacher! I think the power of her orgasms must have tired Angela out and she needed a little rest before she recovered. She told me later that she have orgasmed four or five times while I fucked her. Incidentally, FUCK is a word that has been much abused. A good word that describes a perfectly natural function. I will use it in that manner, it's sad it is considered only as a swear word.

So we both lay there for a few minutes in our own little worlds. Me amazed at the feelings of my first orgasm with a woman and her just recovering from her first male inspired orgasms for a long time. After a while she rolled over and looked down at me, the only time she did this I might add. She said that it was a man's job to do this and look down on his partner! She smiled a big satisfied smile.

"That was lovely," she said, "you did very, very well." She knew, I think, that I did need some encouragement. Us males can quite easily get bothered about our performance. I think it's something some women find difficult to believe.

I smiled back at her, "I can't believe it," I said, "it was so much better than . . ."

She laughed, "Better than a quick wank over your book?"

I blushed, would you believe, blushed after that, then I realised she was teasing, "Mmm," I said, "much better."

"Good," she said with a sexy smile, "that means you'll want to do it again?"

Well, I was young then and yes I know, I'd already cum four times but I knew I was good for some more – so did she it seems! "Oh yes," I said but then I realised about not wearing a condom. That at least, I knew was important. "Angela," I said sheepishly, "Angela I wasn't wearing anything." Now I was embarrassed but she didn't let me off the hook. That was something she taught me early, don't be afraid to talk about sex with your partner. Don't hide things, say what you like, what you don't like and don't be afraid to PLAY!

She laughed, "You were wearing your underpants," she said jokingly, forcing me to explain.

"No, no," I said, "oh, you know, I wasn't wearing a Frenchie, you'll get pregnant."

"That's nice," she said and I wondered what she meant, "but you don't have to worry. My period starts on Monday so it'll be all right." Well I had some vague idea about women's 'problems' but, honestly, I didn't know what she was talking about. It must have been obvious. She laughed at my puzzlement, "I suppose you don't have any idea what I'm talking about do you?" she said.

"No," I said, "what's a 'period'?"

She caressed my cheek, "I can see that we're going to have to do some theoretical work here," she said with a smile, "before we get back to the practical! Now," she carried on, "I need to tidy myself up," she pecked my cheek, "you are a very fertile young man you know. I think I'll have to get a supply of Durex!" Durex were the main suppliers of condoms in those days and the name was used rather like Hoover for vacuum cleaners. "Get dressed and make me a drink, some wine and lemonade I think, there's some ice in the fridge." She laughed, "You have one as well, it'll cool us both down."

So saying she left for the bathroom. I watched her bottom sway as she left the room and, oh the joys of youth, started to get hard again! Downstairs I made the drinks, feeling very grown up I might add, and waited in the lounge until Angela came down.

"Mmm," she said with a smile, "I need this. That was pretty exciting Michael, I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh Angela, yes. Hell it was marvellous."

She smiled again, "And it will get better," she said as downed her drink.

"Better?" I couldn't believe that it would get any better than what I'd just experienced.

"Yes," she said, "better, much, much better when you learn how to do it properly." She must have seen my face fall as I thought I hadn't performed to her satisfaction. "Now, now," she said caressing my cheek, "don't get disheartened. You were fine. It was lovely for me as well. You'll learn as we go along and it will get better." She laughed, "It's like most things. Practice makes perfect!" That made me laugh.

"Will I get practice?" I asked naively.

"Oh yes you dear young man, you'll get plenty of practice." Of course I didn't realise then that a woman of Angela's age can sometimes be at the peak of her sexual desires. I found that out as we went along however. "Now," she said in a more businesslike fashion, "I think I need to tell you a little bit about women," and she proceeded to tell all about menstruation and the associated problems.

"Does that mean that you don't, you know, do IT then?"

"Michael, say what you mean."

"That you don't have sex then, don't want it?" I know that sounds very bold but I was learning wasn't I?

"No it doesn't," she said with a smile, "I like it then but that's in the future," she added, "I don't think you're quite ready for that just yet." Of course that only whetted my appetite. What could she possibly mean?

Now she changed the subject, wanting me again I think. It had been a long time for her and she was almost insatiable over that night. "Come over here and sit next to me," she said from the settee, so I did. "Now," she went on leaning over to kiss my cheek, "let me see if I can interest you in my tits." I must have looked shocked again but she took my hand and rested it on one of her lovely boobs. "You've felt the young version," she said with a laugh, "now play with the real thing!"

I laughed as well and gently squeezed her breast. "Mmm, that's nice. Open my blouse." I did and saw her lovely chest supported by her bra. I stroked the exposed part of her boobs then she whispered, "You can kiss them if you want." Well I didn't know it but now I did, I wanted to, wanted to a lot. I bent my head to her chest and just licked the skin, savouring the taste of her. Her skin was smooth and slightly salty. While I was doing this her hands came up to my head and she held me gently there as she stroked my hair.

"Oh that's nice, yes. Now darling, reach round and undo the bra." She leant forward and I reached round fumbling. "It just unclips." Great, it did – I wish they were all as easy! Of course, then I found out just how difficult bra's can be because she had to help me ease her blouse off before I could loose the bra completely. I must say I was champing at the bit, I couldn't wait to see her tits properly, remember I'd never seen them for real before so this was a first. Hers lived up to my expectation!

She was not a young woman so, obviously, her boobs sagged a bit, but not much. They were fairly firm and had the most marvellous nipples. Large, almost as big as a hazelnut, atop a wonderfully coloured areola. I think that this is where my love of large nipples first arose. Bending my head back down I continued to kiss and lick these wonderful creations of mother nature. Strange isn't it. We start by sucking at them and then, as we grow, we can't wait to get back to doing it again!

"The nipples Mike, the nipples!" she said breathlessly. So I moved to first one, then the other. Kissing them first, I then sucked gently on them. Oh how bloody marvellous they felt in my mouth. 

"Use your tongue Michael, your tongue!" Another breathless request. It must have been difficult for her to teach as we went along! So, heeding her request, I sucked and, at the same time used my tongue to wash her nipples, first one then the other. I realised, I think, that I had to attend to both so, after a while, when I left one with my mouth I used my fingers to massage the other. She seemed to enjoy this. 

I don't know how long I worshipped her there. I was dimly aware of the occasional shudder that rocked her body and of her hands holding my head gently to her breast. After a while she was ready to move on. "Your hand Mike darling, put it between my legs." I raised my head from her tits and looked at her. She was perspiring now, glowing I suppose you would say, and her eyes were heavily lidded, sensual – although I only learned to recognise that look later.

"No, darling, don't stop kissing and sucking. Just use your hand." I moved my hand to her knee then upwards, drawing her skirt at the same time. I remembered then that she hadn't worn any knickers before and my excitement level increased.

"Oh yes, that's right. Yes, oh yes." My hand had found out that she was wearing them now. They were wet: I was to find out why later!




The Women in My Life Ch. 01



"Oh you devil, yes. Stroke me there, oh yes. Push now. Oh fuck yes. Push – suck my tits." So I did, bending my head to feast again at the same time as stroking and pushing at her pussy. I didn't really know what I was doing down there but she seemed to enjoy it.

"Move your hand inside. Oh god, yes, yes, yes!" I felt her heat, her wetness and was suddenly excited myself. She bucked now and I knew something important was happening. She hadn't explained about the female orgasm but my hand was suddenly soaked with her juices. My cock was hard throughout all this but, strangely, not close to cumming. I suppose I was fascinated by what was happening to her.

Finally, I suppose her orgasm passed and she pushed my head and my hand away. "Mmm," she said with a lovely smile, "that was good, very good indeed." Then she reached down and felt my cock. "Good," she said with another smile, "still charged! Come on, bed time!"

This surprised me, go to bed. It was already late and I felt I should be getting back home to mum. See if she was OK. Bloody silly really, of course she was OK but, you see, now I was a 'man' I felt responsible for her.

"What about mum, I can't leave her on her own. She's expecting me back."

She smiled as she tidied herself up, "It's OK Mike, she knows you'll be staying here all night. She'll be fine. Come on, I need to get you into bed!" she said as she led me upstairs.

This seemed OK to me, if Angela said mum was OK then it was all right and I was mesmerised by her gorgeous arse as I followed her. Truth to tell, I couldn't wait. I wanted to get my cock back into that wonderful heaven between her legs!  

When we got to the bedroom she turned to face me and began to undo my shirt. "I don't think we need any clothes now Michael," she said as she stripped it off. Then my trousers and underpants. I kicked my slippers off. "Your turn," she said with a coquettish glance, "strip me off!" She'd put her blouse back on but not her bra so soon her boobs were free. Not being familiar, then, with female attire I couldn't find the catch for her skirt but she helped me out and that soon fell to the floor. She turned me round and sat me on the bed. Now my head was nearly level with her sex. "Knickers now," she said with a smile.

I took a deep breath and a gulp. I was going to see it, see it properly because earlier I'd only got a quick look. Putting a hand each side I slowly pulled them down. JT went into overdrive, shooting to full stretch straight away. I pulled them down and she stepped out and stood there in front of me, legs slightly parted. Women didn't tend to shave in those day but she was trimmed, I noticed, and you could see the lips of her vagina – not that I knew it as that then. She was beautiful, wonderful.

"You're beautiful," I said, awestruck by the femininity.

"Thank you," she said softly. I had to touch her, to feel her body, so I did the same to her that she'd done to me earlier. I ran my hands over her breasts and stomach, then felt the shape of her body, running my hands over her hips. I knew what I wanted and for the first time I told her what to do.

"Turn round," I said. I was boiling. I wanted to see her arse. If it was anything like the view from the front, christ, I'd cum just looking. She must have known that, realising early I think that I had a bottom fixation.

Smiling, she said, "No, you young hellion. That's for later if you are a really good boy," then she pushed me back and fell on the bed beside me. "You're going to fuck me now," she said, "fuck me long and hard with that lovely cock of yours." I must have looked surprised. "But this time we're going to take it a little slower." She laid on her back, "Now," she said, "lay beside me. No, on your side. That's right, now you can look down on me." I realised what she wanted and it was natural. Laying on my side, my head resting on one arm, I could look down at her face and her whole body. I never forgot that position. It became my starting point for making love to a woman in bed.

"You've got a free hand," she said with a smile, "use it!" So I did, stroking her face, her neck, and then her breasts. "Mmm," she said, "doesn't take you long to learn does it?"

"No," I said with a smile, then leant forward and kissed her mouth, her cheeks, and her neck. "You're so lovely," I said and I meant it. She was. She was my first woman and I never forgot her. Oh, of course she wasn't that good looking, I'm no fool, but she was the first and she was bloody good! 

"And you are a lovely young man. I'm very lucky," she said with a smile then she reached down for my cock. "Mmm," she said, "I see he's on parade again?"

I took a deep breath, "Can we, you know, again?" I just wanted to get my cock back into that wonderful tunnel between her legs.

"You want to fuck me again do you?" I blushed. "Silly! Say it. I told you. Don't be afraid to say anything in here. Anything you want. If I can give it to you I will." I didn't realise the import of that just then either!

Nervously I said, "Angela, I want to fuck you again, can I?"

Smiling, she said, "Of course you can but first you must suck my tits for a bit and use your fingers down there. You can explore if you like." So I did. My left hand crept across her stomach and to the delicate bush of her pubic hair. Naturally my hand covered her sex and my middle finger the slit of her vagina.

"Mmm, nice. Rub gently. Mmm, good. That middle finger, yes, that one. Yes, push it . . . . innnnnnnn. Oh yes, yes. Move, move. Mmm, that's nice. Tits now," she said. My head moved to her boobs and nipples, sucking and licking.

"Mmm, nice. Yes. Ohhhhhhh, that's good," she said as I moved my fingers across her pussy. Delving further down I felt another indentation and pushed. It felt tiny, tiny and tight. It was her arsehole but, of course, I didn't know that then.

"Oooooooooo, naughty boy! Back up – that's for later." I had no idea what she meant but I did as I was told and went back to her pussy, pushing my middle finger inside. "Mmm, in and out. Yes that's right, yes. Bite them Mike, bite them and dra . . . . g, oh shit, yes drag your teeth over the . . . . m. Oooohhhhh yes, yes," she moaned followed by a shudder. Another orgasm!

After a while she came down from her high and, lifting my head in her hands, said, "Time for your fun now. In between my legs, come on. That's right," she continued as I moved between her open legs, "just kneel for a minute." I think she needed a moment or two to catch her breath but it was useful for her tutoring! "Look at me Mike, look down." Now I know it sounds silly but I didn't look at her – I was shy! Now I did and, of course, got a completely different view from before when she stood.

I could see the shape of her sex, her vagina glistening wet with her juices and, as she opened her legs further and bent her knees, inside as the vagina widened. It was fascinating and below, well below was her arsehole, her anus, her back door. I realised that that must have been what I found with my finger. Even then, so inexperienced, I had a dark desire. 

Now, of course, looking back at my life I wonder. Was I born with this desire? Was there something about me? Was it just that photograph. I don't know. I often wondered whether it was a homosexual thing but, to be perfectly truthful, I've never looked at a man, or boy come to that, and felt any sexual attraction. My focus has always been on women and, I won't say sadly but it has bothered me sometimes, primarily on their bottoms and their back doors. I've had anal sex with almost every women I've ever been with, and I've tried it with them all. A few wouldn't have it: size can be a disadvantage in anal sex! Most enjoyed it when it was done with care and consideration. I know I did.

Anyway, this dark desire just now was not really focussed. I just enjoyed looking at the star with the fair ring of muscle remembering how it felt around my finger. Angela drew me from my reverie. She thought that I was looking at her pussy. She laughed, "Wake up," and she reached for my proudly standing cock. "Now for some practical lessons in fucking," she said with a smile. "Take you cock in your right hand and don't you dare wank," she laughed. "If you shoot off before you get inside I'll tan your arse." I does show how fixated on bottoms I was because I thought that would be quite good, particularly if she was wanking my cock at the same time!

"Good," she said as I did as I was told. "Now, lean forward, take your weight on your left arm. You mustn't smother a woman, Michael, well not unless she asks you to. It's much better for you both if you hold off." My eyes were level with hers now and I could feel the gentlest touch of her pubic hair on my cock head. "Mmm, you are doing well. Now use your hand to move your cock up and down along my snatch (another English word for c - - -). Oooohhhhh yes, that's nice, mmm. Yes! Ooops! That's right," she said as my cock found it's way in. I was ready now to do as before, just plunge right in to the hilt but she was having none of it.

"Don't you move now! STILL!" Now I was like a car revving with the brakes on. "Good, oh that's nice. You've got to give me time to enjoy it," she said with a smile. "Mmm, nice. Now move, SLOWLY! Back and forth, gently. Oh, oh, oh, yes. Mmmmmm." She took a deep breath, "Oh yes you devil, that IS good. Now a little deeper, yes, a bit more. STOP!" This was agony, real agony for me but it did have the effect of enabling me to hold on to my orgasm. I was concentrating on listening to her and on pleasing her. It was the most valuable lesson I ever learnt I think! Slowly, slowly, entering a woman like this, certainly sometimes, prolongs her enjoyment, so Angela told me in those early days. It also meant, and still means, that I could hold on to my ejaculation. Not so much of a problem then but over the years I have needed to 'keep my powder dry' as my ability to recover has diminished.

This tutoring went on until I was fully inside Angela and I could feel her pubic hairs nestling with mine. The feeling was exquisite, wet and warm but a wetness and a warmth unlike anything else. I suppose we're designed to experience this, I don't know. I only know that the vagina feels like nothing else, and I can say that even though I prefer the rectum!

"Oh, that's very good, good. Now," she said fixing me with her eyes, "fuck the arse off me you young stallion but don't you shoot to soon. I want you to last a while." So I did. I was young, I was healthy, and I was fit. I thought of anything rather than what I was doing at that moment as I moved in and out of her body. My batting averages, my bowling action, Surry beating Middlesex. On and on, I don't know how long I managed but it wore Angela out! Most of the time she was moaning things like, "Oh yes, you devil. Yes, keep doing it. Harder, harder!" Evidently she had three major orgasms while I fucked her that second time. Finally she pulled my head down and kissed me hard on the lips. Her hands went round my bottom and a finger probed my arsehole and pushed inside. 

SHIT, oh my god, what a feeling.

It was a if she'd lit a firecracker in my balls. I fucked into her so hard that I moved her up the bed and, as she finger fucked my tight arsehole, I shot my spunk into her. Considering it was, I can't remember, my fifth of the day, I came for ages. All the time she was in my arse. Finally I was spent and she let me go. I rolled of her breathless and, I was surprised at this, absolutely knackered. Not so knackered that I didn't want to hold her however, hold her and thank her for that short piece of heaven that she was introducing me to. I knew then that I'd never wank again; nothing could replace the feelings I'd had this evening.

"Oh Angela, Angela, I don't know what to say." She held me back and laughed, boy did she have some stamina but she had been without for a long time and I have found that women do have more stamina than me.

"Don't say anything. Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh god yes. When you, you know . . ."

"Stuck my finger up your arse? You can say it you know."

I smiled beginning to understand that this language was itself sexy and exciting, "Yes, when you stuck your finger up my arse, it was unbelievable. I thought my, you know, were going to explode." I just couldn't get used to using the words first!

She laughed, "Your balls I suppose you mean?"

"Yes, I thought my balls would explode. Is it always like that when you do that?"

"Mmm," she said, "sticking a finger up a man's arse always makes him cum. It's to do with the prostate," she added although it meant nothing to me then. I understand soon enough! With that she started to kiss me again, as I said she was rather insatiable that night. Now her tongue insinuated itself into my mouth and found mine. I didn't need any teaching here, mine entwined with hers and they danced together. I felt her hand round my cock which, and I am ashamed to say this, did not immediately respond. Well, come on, five times and the last, well: it was bloody powerful.

"Mmm," she said with a smile, "absent on parade!" I was distraught. I'd let her down. I'm sure she didn't feel that and, anyway, she knew she could raise the young stallion again!

"Looks like you need a tongue bath," she said with a smile, "lie back." She pushed me back on the bed and knelt beside me, head level with my cock. Then she was bending forward and I could feel her tongue licking my soft cock. "Mmm, you taste nice," she said. I suppose she could taste herself, cum, and precum. She seemed to like it because soon my whole cock was in her mouth: although not for long because I started to harden quickly. She pulled her mouth away but continued to stroke my cock and tickle my balls.

"Last one for tonight I think. Keep yourself hard," she said as she turned face down on the bed. She parted her legs, stuck her bottom in the air, and bent her legs. I lay there looking at her wondering what came next.

"I think you might like this," she said with a smile, "kneel up behind me."

I did and I nearly shot my load. God she was gorgeous. Her arse, oh fuck her arse was magnificent. "Don't you dare shoot," she said, "you've got to fuck me yet. God we're going to have to wear you out before you start exploring back there aren't we." She laughed, "Come on then, just like when you look at your picture, stick it in and fuck me. Enjoy yourself, you'll be a long time."

I leaned forward and looked at her bottom. Enormous bottom cheeks separated by that exquisite valley of pleasure. Her arsehole looking tight and tiny above her very wet vagina. Strange desires were surfacing inside me as I looked down at her like this, as they always did, but not strange now.

"Quickly," she said breathlessly, "fuck me!"

I did. My cock found her sex from the back and remembering her earlier lesson I took my time entering her. She was right, although I was excited I didn't seem near to cumming. I suppose it was the sixth time after all. As I rocked back and forth inside that cavern of pleasure I couldn't help looking at her anus, her arsehole. It would flex as I fucked her, opening the tiniest amount as I drove home, then closing. I just had to touch it. It was awkward to do it with my finger so I used my thumb just touching the entrance at first.

Angela felt it straight away. "You devil, oh you young devil!" I pulled my thumb away. I thought I'd upset her. "Oh no young man, now you've found it don't ignore it. Wet your thumb. Mmm, that's right. Gently now, circle . . . oh yes, yes." I was used my wet thumb to circle the rim of her anus watching it flex as I fucked her. Now I knew I had to put my thumb in there so, as I drove home and her anus opened a tiny bit I pushed my thumb into her.

"Oh fuck, fuck. Yes, more you devil, oh fuck yes!" Before I knew it she'd pushed herself back even harder and had half my thumb up her arse.

"All, push it all in. Your thumb. Oh fuck, Mike, yes, work it now, work it. Aaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhh," she moaned as I pushed harder with both cock and thumb and a massive orgasm rocked her body. Her vagina contracted and what with that and the exquisite pressure on my thumb, I shot my sixth load of the day into her. Not so much this time but it was just as wonderful. I had this sudden thought, where it came from I don't know – how could I? What would it be like if my cock was where my thumb was. I didn't have time to think about this because Angela fell to her bed in an almost daze. I quickly lay beside her.

"Angela, Angela, oh I'm sorry. Are you all right. I didn't know. Oh Angela." I was distraught, I thought I'd hurt her or something.

She reached for me, "Come here you young devil. You darling creature. Oh my god, you are wonderful!" and with that she started kissing my face, my neck, my eyes. "You are a hellion," she said as she caught her breath. She must have noticed my puzzlement and she smiled, "You know how you felt when I put my finger in your arse?" she said. I nodded. "Well it was like that for me when you put yours in mine!"

"You didn't mind?"

"Oh fuck no! I didn't mind." Now she fixed me with her eyes. "Did you like it?"

"Mmm," I said thinking she meant the position, "fucking you like that was lovely."

"No," she said, "I meant your thumb in my arse?" Now I wasn't sure how to answer this. Of course I'd liked it, it felt fabulous and I couldn't but wonder how my cock would feel there but, well, I didn't know did I?. "Come on," she smiled, "you can tell me." I suspect she knew really, "Don't be shy."

"Yes," I said, "yes. I liked it a lot. It was tight," I finished breathlessly because, believe it of not, I was getting excited again. Mind you only me this time, JT was out of it now, finished, unable to function without a bit of a rest.

She cuddled up to me, kissed me, then said, "Would you like to do it there?"

Again I didn't understand, naïve twerp! "I . . . err, I'm not sure what you mean."

She took a deep breath and smiled. I think it was exciting her as well. "Would you like to stick your cock up my arse?"

Oh god, yes, fucking yes I would BUT. "Isn't that what queers do?"

"Mmm, I suppose it is," she said with a smile, "sometimes anyway."

"I'm not queer," I said in a deep voice.

She laughed out loud, "No, no," she said still laughing, "after this evenings performance I don't think we'll ever think you are. Anyway, it's not what you do that defines that, it's who you do it with. Seriously," she continued fixing me with her eyes, "would you like to stick your cock up my arse?"

I swallowed, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes Angela, yes I would. I would love to do that but . . . " I looked down at a struggling JT.

She laughed again, "I think he deserves a rest don't you." She kissed me. "You are a bold young man Michael and you will have my arse, as often as you like, but not just yet. There are a couple more lessons before you get there. Still," she ended with a smile, "it's something to look forward to isn't it? Come on devil, let's wash each other and get some sleep." She grasped my tackle, "Perhaps he'll be on duty in the morning?"

Mmm, I thought, he usually is. I almost always awoke with an enormous hard-on in those days so I hoped that Angela wasn't going to be disappointed! So we adjourned to the bathroom where I washed her pussy. That was an experience, and she washed my cock. I enjoyed that as well. Now, of course, I went to John's room to go to bed.

"No," she said, "silly. You sleep in here now," and she led me back into her bedroom.

"Errrmm, what about John?"

"He won't be here when you are will he?" I must have looked puzzled. "Come on Michael, you're not that stupid!"

"Oh," I said suddenly falling in. He wouldn't be would he, he'd be with mother.

"Come on dunce, bed! And sleep!" So we did and I slept like a log. I did dream; of tits, of lovely eyes, of that wonderful view from the back, and of a tight little star with a ring of muscle.




The Women in My Life Ch. 02



(Hi,

The second Chapter of the middle part of the 'Miranda' trilogy, Joyce, follows. This direction of the story was prompted by reading several mother/son stories that I found unenjoyable because the characters were unpleasant to each other. I hope that this redresses the balance. I should say that some, only some, aspects of this chapter and chapter 1, are autobiographical – not the sex. That is purely fictional. However, writing this chapter did cause me some problems.

I don't advocate Incest but I don't decry it either. If people are ADULT and not pressured I can't really see anything wrong with it although children could be a problem genetically.

Some of the feelings Mike has for Joyce are similar to those I had for my mother who brought me up on her own. However, Joyce and what happens between her and Mike, are purely fiction nor are they wishful thinking!

Just a note to those of you (anonymous) who think my stories to long. It's really the difference between a Macdonald's and a five course meal or a quick shag and a night of pleasure with the woman you love. Nothing wrong with either but, in both cases, I prefer the latter and my stories reflect that: And Willie S could be quite longwinded too! Nor do I think that Literotica is just a site for short stories, it's a fantastic resource for readers of all sorts of literature of all lengths.)

Chapter 2-Joyce

Interlude:

I'll begin this chapter simply by explaining, in a few paragraphs, what happened to me in the few months after that first momentous weekend described in Chapter 1.

Although I'd left school some while before, I could still have decided to go to university: mum said she could just about afford it. However, I'd decided that I didn't want to go to further education like John, now I wanted to prove I was a man outside the bedroom: I wanted to earn some money. I've said I was sharp, not really that good at studying although I managed OK at school. I was more streetwise. I did well as the 'runner', making quite a lot of money by betting using the knowledge I gained from the job. I quickly found that betting on horses is a mugs game unless you're in the know. I began to be and, later after they legalised betting shops early the next year, I was.

I should mention this because it was something I vowed would never happen again. When the local bookie decided to open a shop he didn't have need of 'runners' any more so we all became redundant. I still had my market job but that didn't pay very much, it was my 'running' that made the money. I was good at it; you had to be sharp to avoid the cops and the opposition: I was! That wasn't enough, however, to get me a job in the betting shop. Mum did that. She saw the bookie and arranged for me to be the only 'runner' who was on his payroll. I found out later how she did it and I was sad that she had to do that but that was the sort of thing she did for me.

This job paid quite well and it gave me access to information that allowed me to make even more money betting. I would know when a jockey made a long journey for one ride, when a trainer took a horse the length of the country, when a flat racer had it's first outing over hurdles, things like that. Add that to a good knowledge of form using all the books and I won most of the time, generally losing only when I meant to. I didn't make large bets, winning a few pounds, and I made sure I lost now and again. It wouldn't do to keep winning. I made my individual losses bigger and my winnings small but often: it worked. I built quite a little nest egg as well has having plenty of spending cash.

The one thing that sticks in my memory is that Christmas. I'd never really bought mum anything important. Angela would give me a few shillings and I'd put that with the money I'd saved from paper rounds and things and buy some small present for her. She was always delighted with it but, after this 'growing up' with Angela, I was less so. I wanted to get something nice for her and now I had some money it was my chance.

Mum never wore jewellery. She didn't have a jewellery box or anything like that. She wore a wedding ring, mainly to deter men I think – not that she didn't like men, she didn't seem to want outsiders in our life. I'd seen a diamond necklace in a local jewellers that I liked a lot. I was sure she would as well. It was expensive but I had determined to buy it for her and, as I had several wins just before Christmas, I did.

She cried, cried a lot and hugged me. She seemed surprisingly grateful and sad at the same time. I felt so, oh I don't know how I felt? Proud I suppose, proud that I could do that for her, buy her nice things. I had an understanding by then, that she hadn't many nice things and I realised, now I was becoming more aware of the value of money, that that was because of me. I never went without. I may not have had the best clothes, etc, but I did have them and that must have been at a cost to her. She was proud of that necklace as well, she wore it every day and told everyone that 'her Michael' had bought it for her. I mention it really to try to indicate the sort of feelings that I was beginning to have for my mother, how much she had sacrificed for me. My experiences with Angela were making me grow up in more ways than one.

Things were going well. I was earning money working in the bookies and I was making money betting. I knew I wasn't going to do this for ever but it was giving me a good start. I was continuing with Angela of course and enjoying every moment. Now I'd found out about anal sex and how much I enjoyed it I wanted it more and more. Angela had told me all about getting ready and how to do that and I had a full kit at home, hidden away. I was also testing out the local talent. During that period I bedded four girls, two virgins and two experienced, mind you I only managed to convince one of them to let me have her arse. My new found confidence about sex made me something of a 'Lothario' amongst the local talent. Looking back I don't think that I was that admirable really. I was a bit of a 'jack the lad'. Confident because of Angela, flash because of the money, shallow, I suppose, with women. That changed almost four months to the day after my first night with Angela, just after Christmas.

Joyce

It was a Friday. 

I didn't work on Fridays, my job in the betting office meant I worked strange hours. In those days they weren't allowed to open before 2 in the afternoon so I didn't start work till midday on weekdays, and they had to close quite early; I can't remember the time but I usually got home before 7 o'clock. I had Fridays off mainly because I worked a long day on Saturday, starting at 8 in the morning most times. There were always a lot of meetings on Saturday. As well, Friday is a quiet day in the racing world, mainly taken up with horses travelling for the next day. There was no racing on Sundays then.

On Fridays I would get up, see mum off to work then do the shopping, then usually lie about until late afternoon when I'd get dinner for mum when she came home. I liked to get it ready for her to save her doing it really. Strange I know for a bloke my age to cook but I enjoyed doing it for her and I'd often had to get my own dinner during the holidays when mum was at work.

On this Friday I was up as usual and prepared breakfast. Mum came down almost ready for work a bit later. She always looked smart when she went to work, smart and efficient. I realise now that I had been looking at her differently since my time with Angela. I was much more aware of women and how they looked primarily because Angela was introducing me to so much sex. I noticed how attractive mother was, how sexy if you like, although I must have, unconsciously I suppose, put it 'on the back burner' (to use a hideous modern phrase) because I didn't actually look at her in THAT way. It's surprising really and I can't explain it although, deep down, I must have wanted her like that. Well, at least I suppose so, because of what happened later, but I wasn't aware of it. It's so difficult to explain how I felt because, even now thinking about it all these years, I still can't explain it. 

I heard the post come so I fetched it and flicked through. As usual there wasn't anything for me although I did notice what looked like John's handwriting on a letter addressed to mum. I gave the post to her and carried on making tea. After a while I heard what sounded like a quiet sob. 

I turned and said, "Are you OK mum?"

"Oh yes, yes, it's nothing." Her voice sounded kind of broken, as if she was upset. I sat at the table. It seemed she was trying to hold back tears.

"Mum, mum, are you all right?" I said taking her hand in mine.

She took a deep breath, "Mmm, yes, yes, I'm OK. Oh Mike I've got this terrible headache come on all of a sudden. I think I'll stay home today. Will you pop into the office and tell Mr Wise?" This was unusual, mum never had time off if she could help it.

"Are you sure you're OK mum? I can get the doctor."

She managed a sad smile, "No, really Mike, I'm OK. I just need a lie down. Thank you," she said and she caressed my cheek!? "I'll go upstairs and have a sleep."

Of course I was worried but I had just an inkling of what might be happening. I was certain that the letter was from John, I recognised his handwriting, and I knew that he had become rather sweet on a girl at college, Amanda, Mandy, was her name. Now Angela had always said she didn't want our relationship to interfere with me developing feelings for a girl my own age. It would be wrong she said. I assumed that mum had said the same thing to John. Perhaps he had ended their relationship and that had upset her. It was bound to I thought. After all they had been bed partners for nearly three years. I knew I was fond of Angela and, I supposed, she was fond of me so it wasn't surprising. I didn't realise just how different it was for mum.

There was nothing I could do just then however, other than look after mum, so I shooed her up to bed with a cup of tea and went about my day as usual, getting the shopping in the morning. I made some lunch about 12.30 and was surprised when Angela came in about 45 minutes later.

"Hello Mike, is mum at home?" How would she know I wondered.

"Mmm, she wasn't too well this morning so she stayed at home. She's in bed."

"I'll just pop up and see her." John must have written to his mum as well I thought. Quietly I followed her upstairs and tried to listen at the bedroom door. It wasn't much good but it did confirm what I thought. I heard 'John', 'girlfriend', and 'holidays', so I knew something was up.

Well, they both came down about half an hour later and mum said, "I'm just popping round to Angela's Mike, I'll be back for dinner." She knew I enjoyed cooking for her! I noticed that she didn't have a handbag with her – perhaps the letter was still here and I could find out exactly what was happening. Yes, I know it was wrong, but I desperately wanted to find out what was making her unhappy.

I'd cracked her locked private box when I was eleven, I hate locked things, so I worked out how to open it quite easily. I didn't, repeat didn't, read any of her letters or rifle through it. Even at 11 I respected her too much to do that – but this was different. This was about her happiness!

In her bedroom I found the box and opened it easily with my special key. The letter was there and I read it. It was as I'd thought. John was very much taken with Mandy, so much so he was going to spend the summer holiday with her family. He broke the news gently to mother but it obviously upset her. He said he was fond of her but his feelings for Mandy were strong and he felt it best if their relationship ended. It was a nice letter but I wish he had had the courage to tell her to her face. It didn't break up our friendship but there was a period when we weren't so close as before. We were business partners for most of our lives and luckily our friendship remained intact. He was probably a bit ashamed as well but, in the end, our closeness returned. I hoped, as I read the letter, that when it happened for me I could break with Angela in a nice way.

BUT, BUT what was I to do. How could I go on being happy with Angela, making sure that she was not 'on her own' when I knew that mum was at home definitely very lonely. I put the letter back then went downstairs and sat in the lounge to think. After a while it became obvious, obvious what I should do. It sounds trite as I write it, as if it came to me in a flash of brilliance but it didn't. I spent most of the afternoon working it out. How I came to it, why, is a question I've asked myself time and again. Why did it become so obvious.

I was a man, I was the man of the house now, I would be the man in mums life! I would take John's place. She wouldn't be alone like that any more. She would have me for company and she would have me in her bed!

I need to talk about this now. This revelation has rather shocked Miranda and I need to explain it, to explain how I felt – if I even can.

Why did I make this decision? Was it for her or was it for me? Did I want her like that all the time and this was just a rationalisation. She was beautiful, of that there is no doubt, and a very desirable woman – I knew that. Since I'd found out about them, I'd often told John how lucky he was to 'know' her. 

Was I jealous? I don't remember being. I've thought about this many times and, to tell the truth, I don't know. As soon as I made this decision I knew I wanted her as a woman, but I loved her as my mother as well. It seemed simple then, however, she was unhappy and I had to make her happy, but I suppose there must have been more to it than that. I was, as I've written, aware of her appeal so I think it must have been a bit of both. I wanted her for myself and I wanted to make her happy.

As to the issue of incest, having it away with your relatives, it didn't really enter my mind. Oh, I knew people said it was 'wrong'. One of the girls at school had been forced at a very early age by her father. He was put away and we were all told of the crime of incest. But I couldn't see it as wrong just then for me and mum. No one was going to be hurt and mum certainly wasn't going to force me. 

I understood later why incest is so frowned upon. I suppose there are two reasons really. One is genetic. Inbreeding allows recessive genes the opportunity to wreak havoc. I'm not sure that is so much of a reason with birth control taking that out of the equation. I am more concerned with the control, the power, issue. Parents have control and power over children, older siblings have control over younger, and so on. Sandra, the girl I mentioned above, had no choice in the matter. While she wasn't actually raped, she certainly didn't really consent to what her father did to her but she had little choice.

Neither of these issues bothered me at the time. I wasn't really aware of them in that way. I knew about inbreeding from history, the Hapsburgs for instance, but I didn't even think that relevant. The more I thought about it the more I felt it was the right way forward. Mum wouldn't be lonely any more, she would have a man, a man she loved. Not romantic love of course, I thought (I was wrong!), but that she loved as a son.

Having made my decision I was determined to put it into practice but how would mum react? Would she accept my offer? I had no idea but I suspected that I would have to 'seduce' her. I'd done it a few times, at home as well. Having an empty house in the morning was very conducive to getting one's leg over so I was used to playing the Casanova in my front room but, and it was a big but, never with a sophisticated woman, only with girls who were, and I'm trying not to be arrogant here, reasonably easy.

So, to set about seduction, if you could call it that! First I had a bath, shaved (I found that now I was having regular sex with Angela I dad to do this every day – is there a connection?) and put on some aftershave. I tried to comb my hair but gave up before donning a new shirt I'd bought for Saturday night, some silk underpants, and dark slacks. Look, I'm not trying for the sympathy vote here, but I didn't look bad in those days!

I made something just a little bit special for dinner and had it all prepared to go when she was ready. Mum came home about 4.30. She looked a bit happier, giving a sad smile when she saw me. I suppose had I been more aware I would have understood her expression. 

"Hi mum," I said with a smile and a peck on the cheek. My heart was in my mouth as I added, "Dinner is all ready to go, why don't you go and have nice bath. Call me when you get out and I'll start everything."

She smiled, "Thank you Michael. Yes, I will. A nice soak will do me good. You are good to me," she said with a strange look then she stroked my cheek and went upstairs. My full name as well, that was strange as I hadn't done anything wrong! I heard the bath go and just sat and waited for her to call. I'd taken special care with the meal, don't ask me why, I suppose I just wanted her to be impressed, and I'd broken out a bottle of really good wine, one of her favourites. Half an hour passed with me in my reverie, going over and over what I would say, before mum called down to say she was getting dressed. 

I started everything and she came down about 20 minutes later. She looked ravishing! I think that she did make some effort to look nice, I don't know why, perhaps she just needed to look nice for herself. Her auburn hair was combed straight, reaching her shoulders, way ahead of the usual styles in those days. She wore some make-up, not much but just enough to enhance her lovely green/blue eyes and mouth. Mother wasn't a classical beauty, her mouth might have been a touch to big, her chin a touch too strong, but when she smiled! Well, the world took notice. She could have men drooling when she smiled. I'd seen her smile working on her boss and on mine. I'd noticed, of course, as I became aware of such things and I suppose that, deep down, I must have been aware of her sexually. 

Tonight she wore just a tiny amount of lipstick, reddish if I remember rightly. I said she looked ravishing but I don't suppose she did really, just a beautiful woman using make-up to it's best effect. When she took trouble like this she seemed to have a poise, an 'attitude', the ability to be, oh I don't know really: a confident, self-aware woman quite out of place in the suburban jungle of sixties Camberwell. Mind you she didn't dress like this often, just sometimes when John was coming home I suddenly realised. Now she was doing it for me? This knowledge didn't trouble me, I'd made up my mind, having made my decision that afternoon, however, she did look very desirable. My heart almost stopped as she stood there in the doorway.

"What's for dinner Mike?" she said breaking the silence that she must have noticed.

"Oh, um, some lamb chops with my special sauce," I laughed nervously, "well it's gravy really but . . ."

She laughed, "You spoil me you know Mike," she said then added softly, "You look smart tonight, are you going out?"

"No, no mum. I just felt like being smart for dinner," I took a deep breath, "and for you."

She looked away and took a deep breath before she walked over to me and pecked my cheek, holding my head to her as she did so. Her touch sent shivers down my spine. She was so desirable, I wanted to hold her then, hold her tight and tell her I loved her and that I wanted her, wanted her like that, because, suddenly, I did. I was aware of her sexuality as never before, but it wasn't the time. All sorts of emotions were washing across my body just then so I was pleased that the timer went on the oven to break what was becoming a difficult silence.




The Women in My Life Ch. 02



"Duty calls mum. You sit down and have a glass of wine, pour one for me as well." You see how adult I felt then despite my 18½ years! I turned and began to dish up the first course. Very posh tonight, starter as well. I wanted her to feel special, mainly because she was!

"Mmm," she said as I placed the mushrooms in front of her, "you have been busy. This is very nice darling. What's the occasion?"

I smiled, I'd worked this out, "You seemed so sad this morning and then your headache. I wanted you to have a nice, special, meal tonight."

She smiled shyly, almost coquettishly I now realise, "I'm lucky to have a son like you," she said emotionally, caressing my cheek. This caress was much longer, seeming more emotional than usual, and she didn't seem to be able to meet my eyes.

"I'm lucky to have a mum as lovely as you," I responded with a smile. An adult, sexy smile, that must have sent a message to her that she received subconsciously because now she blushed, actually reddened right down to her neck. I wondered about that. 

I should mention her dress that night. She wore a loose dark wine coloured blouse outside her skirt. The blouse was open at the neck showing just a hint of cleavage. Her skirt, of similar colour, was loose, falling at the hip, showing her wonderful figure. As Angela knew, these dark reds were (and still are) my favourite colours on a woman. Did mum know that I wonder? I noticed her differently now: sexually. I saw the swell of her hips, the dip of her bottom, and the thrust of her breasts. Saw her as a desirable woman. I had to keep my passions under control because she was very, very, attractive. I often wonder whether she dressed as she did on purpose that evening, I don't know. I suspect there some subconscious need to be appealing to me? Well, even if there wasn't she certainly was.

"Tuck in," I said quickly, "or the lamb will spoil." So we did. We chatted about something and nothing through the meal, her job, my job, anything except John and Angela. I think Angela was a problem for her because, of course, she would be aware that I was due to stay with Angela the next night, Saturday. She complemented me on the meal and she ate well, apparently putting her sadness behind her. As I sat there looking at her I became more and more certain that what I intended to do was right. How could a woman as lovely as her be 'alone'? I suppose I didn't think that she could find another man. Now I know she could have had she wanted to but she didn't seem to want to. I found out why later.

As the meal finished I sent her into the lounge while I cleared up. She offered to help but I just wanted these few moments to sort myself out for the evening. An evening that was so important. So, gathering myself and my glass of wine, I ventured into the lounge.

Mother had put on some soft music, Sinatra I think but I can't really remember, and was sitting on the sofa. I took the armchair opposite her and sitting, sipped my wine and gathered my courage.

She smiled at me, "That was a lovely meal Mike, a nice gesture. Thank you."

I smiled back, "I enjoyed doing it for you," I said then, taking a deep breath, I moved across and knelt in front of her. Taking both her hands I fixed her eyes with mine. "Mum," I said, "mum, I've got a confession to make!"

I saw several emotions flash across her face but uppermost was fear. I suddenly realised how she might see this: was I going to leave her as well? She couldn't know that, at that time, that was impossible!

"Wh . . ."

"Mum, I need you to listen. Your letter, your letter from John . . ."

"What?" She seemed flustered now.

"I read it."

"You read it!! How? When? Oh Mike, Mike. Why?" Then she looked away and tears began to form in her eyes.

"You mustn't cry mum," I said reaching for her cheek, "I'm sorry. I just had to know what it said. It made you unhappy didn't it and I needed to know why. Mum, mum, I knew about Mandy, he told me last holiday so I guessed but I had to know so I could sort it out."

"Sort it out . . .?"

"Yes. Mum I guessed how you felt about John, I expect, I don't know though, that Angela feels the same about me but he was always going to leave wasn't he?" She was holding back tears now but I thought it was important that she told me how she felt.

Sniff, sniff. "Oh Mike it's so difficult. All that time, time with him," she turned away and I thought I heard her say something like, "not you." 

"What mum, what was that?"

"Oh nothing, nothing. Mike I don't love him or anything, it's just . . . Oh sweetheart you can't know what it's like!" Now I misunderstood her completely. It wasn't John she was missing – it was ME.

"No, I can't mum, but I can understand. You were close to John." I had to ask her, "Mum, why haven't you found another man?" She looked shocked. "You could have, easily. You're very lovely."

"I didn't want to," she said looking away, "anyway," she added softly, "I had you."

"But, but . . ."

She interrupted emotionally, "I didn't want another man while you were growing. It would have been wrong."

"But I wouldn't have minded. You know that."

"I don't want to talk about it Mike, it's in the past." She seemed to want to brush it aside quickly. "Now John has left I just have to deal with it. You mustn't worry. You have your life to lead," she finished firmly with her lovely determined look.

Now was the time! "I'm not happy with that mum," I said firmly as I took her hands into mine again. She looked at me sharply. "I've made a decision!"

"A decision. I don't understand?"

"Mum, I'm the man of this house now aren't I?"

She smiled her indulgent smile, "Yes," she said, "I suppose you are." I'm not sure she believed it though. Just then I think she thought it bravado but I was determined now, determined to show her that I was grown up, a man. 

"No suppose about it," I said firmly and with as much authority as I could manage, "I am the man of the house."

She looked at me then, realising that I meant it and I could see a new respect in her eyes. Then she smiled, "I do believe that you are," she said. I know I was only 18½ but, without a father and living where we did, I had grown up quickly. My experiences with Angela had made me far more adult in outlook than most boys of my age.

I took a deep breath, the time had come! "I've decided that, as the man of the house, I will look after you," she smiled in acceptance of that, "in your bed as well!" I suppose that, if it hadn't been so serious, it would have been funny. Her first expression was one of shock, followed by incredulity then swiftly vanishing desire had I only known.

"Michael, what did you say?"

"I said," I said holding her hands tightly, "that I would look after you in your bed. You won't be alone any more mum. You'll have me. I will take John's place!"

"Oh my god," she said, "Michael!!" Then she looked away. I caught her expression. Was it one of desire or one of despair? Despair mixed with fear. Why, I thought, despair? Why is she frightened? I reached up and cupped her chin in my hand, turning her face to mine. She looked defeated, beaten.

"Mum, mum, what is it?"

"Oh Mike, Mike, it's wrong. You must know that. It's wrong." She sounded to me as if she was trying to convince herself rather than me. Her voice was soft, soft and firm. She looked away, seemingly unable to meet my eyes.

"It's not wrong mum, it can't be" I said as I cupped her chin and turned her back to face me, "I love you and I want you to be happy. You won't be happy on your own. And mum," I said fixing her eyes with mine, "I want you! I'm a man now and you are a beautiful woman. I want you!"

Her eyes couldn't meet mine and she looked away again, "Oh god Michael. Oh god!! No, no. It can't be," she said then, apparently to herself, "no Michael it's wrong. Remember Sandra." I could tell she was emotionally high by her use of my full name.

"Mum, that was different. Her dad forced her." I looked around with a sad smile, "I don't see anyone forcing me. Mum, I love you and I want to make you happy. This way I can, I know I can."

"Oh Mike, Mike. Oh I don't know." I got up, sat next to her, and held her tightly to me. I could feel her shivering with emotion.

"Shush mum, shush. It's all right. It will be all right. I know."

"Oh Michael, Michael, you can't know." She put her arm round me inside my shirt. I could feel her cool hand against my skin and it sent shivers across my body. Her hand stroked me as if it had a mind of it's own. Then she pulled away as if burned.

"Oh Mike, Mike it can't be. It's wrong. The law, the church!"

Well, I wasn't in the least religious, never have been, so that was out of the window. As to the law. "Mum, it might be wrong according to the law but who would we hurt? You? Me? No, we wouldn't hurt anyone so how can it be wrong. The church? What do they know. Mum," I said holding her close, "I love you and I want you. I want to make you happy and I know I can. Just because I'm your son doesn't mean I can't be your lover, your man. I'm old enough," I said then added with something of a confident smile, "and I'm man enough. Ask Angela!"

She became serious, "I don't doubt that," she said quietly almost in tears, "I don't doubt that at all but Mike, Mike, it would be WRONG!" With sudden insight I realised why she was so against it. She was fighting herself. She wanted it as well!! Suddenly all those looks became clear to me. The gentle caresses that lasted just a bit longer than normal. I remembered her eyes with that look of despair. Her not wanting another man and I realised what she had said so softly just now. It was 'not you'.

"You want it as well don't you mum?"

"Oh god Mike," she said then burst into tears and pulled away. "No, no, no, no, no, no!! Oh dear god it's wrong, so wrong!"

Her reaction was enough to tell me I was right. I held her gently then turned her head to face me, "How long mum, how long?"

"Oh darling one, darling one," she said as her hand softly caressed my cheek, "I'm your mother. I shouldn't feel like this!"

"I don't suppose you can help it any more than I can," I said. "I want you to be happy, I want that more than anything else except that I want you. I want you as a woman – I know that now. I want to make love to you. I know people will say it's wrong but that doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all. What matters is our happiness and if it means we break the law, do something that other people think is wrong, then I don't care. Now I know you feel the same about me. You do don't you?"

"Oh Michael, Michael darling." She looked away and took a deep breath as if gathering herself then there was a sea change in her manner as if she'd allowed the barriers to fall. "Oh yes, you rascal, yes. I've wanted you, how can I explain it," she looked sad, almost ashamed, "oh Mike, Mike, I've wanted you like that for ages, and in my bed since I knew you started, oh you know, since you started with that book." She'd made her decision I think because now she smiled and her smile was the sexiest, most vampish I've ever seen. "Oh how I imagined what you were doing in your room with it!"

I laughed, happy that she had loosed her shackles, "I think you know pretty well mum."

"And Angela. She knows, knows how I feel about you. Oh Mike, Mike you darling, John was only a substitute you know. A substitute for you." She was suddenly serious again. "I'm sorry. Oh Mike this shouldn't be. I shouldn't be telling you this. We shouldn't be talking like this."

"Oh yes we should mum," I said, "because in five minutes time I'm going to take you upstairs and make love to you!"

She looked at me sharply, "Michael!!" she said then looked away.

"You want to don't you?"

"Oh god!"

"Do you?"

"Oh god, oh god! Mike, it's wrong, but, but, yes, yes I do," and she held me tightly and began to cry. I stroked her hair and shushed her.

"It'll be all right," I said. "I'll be good, I promise."

She stopped crying and laughed through her tears, "Do you really think that matters. You daft bat, I love you." Then she was serious again. "Mike, no one must know. It'll be the end for us if they do. We could both go to prison like Sandra's dad."

"I know mum, I know but no one will find out." Then I had a thought, "What about Angela? She's bound to realise."

"Angela won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret. Oh Mike, I'm still not sure!"

"You will be at the end of the night," I said pulling her to me, "I'm sure of that," and I kissed her. This wasn't a filial kiss but a passionate kiss. A man kissing a woman and this woman kissed back. I thought I knew about kissing a woman but I leant then, that if you love someone even kisses are more powerful. I wondered then what the night would bring?

"Oh Mike, Michael, darling, this is wrong, surely? A mother shouldn't want her son like that."

"No mum, it's not wrong. I want you and I suppose a son shouldn't want his mother like that but we both feel the same way." I kissed her again and it was wonderful. She seemed to fit so well into my arms and her body pressing into mine felt so good, so right. It was time to love her, to take her to bed: her bed now but ours from now on!

I put my arms gently round her, lifted her up and held her tightly to me. She let out a little gasp of surprise then laid her head on my shoulder with her mouth just touching my neck. Her arm snaked round my neck as she snuggled up to me.

"Time for bed," I said with a smile as I held her tightly, "but not to sleep."

A soft, "Oh dear god!" was all I heard.

I carried her upstairs and into her bedroom then laid her on the bed. I stood looking down at her. She looked fragile, shy, almost girlish lying there looking up at me. She didn't say anything, just lay there, as I began to undress. I'd thought about this. I didn't want to be struggling with her dress and mine so I took off my shirt and slacks, then socks, just leaving my silk boxer briefs. I should say that JT was quite controlled throughout this. I think that the emotion of the situation was a bit too much for him at that moment – it did change though, quickly! I did realise later, of course, that there is no way I could have 'seduced' her if she didn't want to be seduced!

She didn't take her eyes off me as I undressed, just stared and occasionally licked her lips. She seemed frozen, like a small animal before a snake, mesmerised by what was happening. I learnt quickly that that wasn't the case at all. She was just enjoying watching me undress. My cock had started to react now, tenting my boxers, and I saw her eyes travel down my body to take note. Enough, I needed to kiss her again, to take control just in case she got too scared. Little did I know!

I laid down beside her, head on one arm, and looked down at her lovely face. Stroking her cheek, I bent and kissed her again. This kiss was even more passionate and I began to realise that mum was a woman of considerable heat. Her hand came up and her fingers ran through my hair to hold my mouth to hers. It was a kiss that told the story of her frustration, her life, that she would tell me herself later. I wanted her now, after this kiss, wanted her badly and I thought to undress her and take her immediately, fool that I was, but she took control now. Took control as she nearly always did in the early days of our new life together.

She pushed me away, "I want to look at you," she said breathlessly. "Oh god, I've waited so long for this. Now, you lay back and let me get a good look at you." She laughed, "I haven't seen you naked for a very long time!" With that she pushed me flat on the bed then knelt up to look down on me. 

"My god," she said with a great big smile and a deep breath, "Angela said you were beautiful and she wasn't lying was she?"

"Oh mum, you're embarrassing me."

She flashed a glance at my upstanding member and said with a laugh, "That's not all I'm doing apparently!" I laughed back at her. I was so happy, she had accepted everything.

"Now, I'm going to examine you properly because, later, I'm going to kiss you all over." I looked at her wide-eyed as she began to stroke my shoulders and chest. Her touch was like a gossamer wind, gentle and soft, as she caressed my body. Across my chest on to my stomach, flat at that time, then she traced my hips and on to my thighs. My cock was standing proud now but hadn't just found it's way out of my boxers just yet. She ran her hand back up my body and right up to my face which she caressed softly. "My, but you are so lovely," she said softly, "I am so, so lucky." Then she bent and kissed me again before pulling away.

Now she smiled at me and it was a smile that said so much. I began to realise that my mother was accomplished in the bedroom, far more so than Angela and her smile told me all I need to know. She began again to stroke my body but this time it was sexy, exciting. Her fingers seemed to give tiny electric shocks as she touched my neck and chest. Then my nipples. No one had ever touched them like she did, hadn't touched them at all really. She circled them with her fingers and gently squeezed the tips, pulling them slightly. She bent her head to use her tongue and her lips. I felt her hair on my skin. The feeling was excruciatingly wonderful. Her head moved away and I wished it back but she was moving her hands across my stomach now, probing my tummy button as she did so.

Then her soft hands reached my boxers with my cock striving to get out. She looked at me with eyes full of desire, desire and love, "Can I play with him?" she asked nodding at JT who wanted nothing more! I found it difficult to speak. Great, I thought, Mr 'in control', can't even say 'yes'. She smiled at me, "Oh come now, I'm sure he wants to be played with," and she pouted. That was the moment that a 'pout' became a number one sexual stimulant for me. Mother could pout for England! It was precious and so, so exciting. I was still struck dumb when she laughed and said, "Well, I don't care whether you say yes or no, I am going to play with him," and she poked her tongue out at me. Major sexual stimulant number two. It was so exciting seeing her do this. Of course she knew exactly what she was doing as she told me afterwards, but now she was having fun. That was the main thing about sex with my mum: it was always FUN above all else.

"Oh shit mum," I finally managed to croak out, "oh please!"

"Found your voice have you," she said with a smile then gently eased my boxers down and off. "Oh my word," she said with a great big smile, "and I thought Angela was exaggerating just to make me feel better. Oh Michael, you young rascal, this IS lovely." She took my cock in her hand. It was funny, she was holding it but she wasn't! I can't explain it really but I knew that if she was holding it like Angela did I would cum, I was that close. Mum wasn't holding it like that. Her hand was soft, soft and loose. Cool, cool and soothing. Now she used two hands, one to tenderly stroke and squeeze the head, the other at the base, just a finger an thumb.

"He's marvellous," she said with another smile at me, "I haven't seen one as big as this for a very long time."

"Oh mum, I'm sorry but . . .," I managed to say as I felt my orgasm rising.

She must have felt it to because she smiled and shook her head, "Oh no, young man, not just yet," and she squeezed my cock right at the bottom. My orgasm went away, well not completely, the feeling was still there but the need wasn't. "I think you need to wait a while. I haven't finished exploring yet." I realised then that she was very experienced in dealing with men and I laughed at my thoughts of being in control while wondering where she'd learnt all this.

She laughed at the expression on my face, "Just lie back and enjoy," she said with a smile. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm not going to rush it!" I wondered what she meant but I didn't wonder that much because now she started to work her magic on my cock. One hand would wank me tenderly, squeezing and stroking, while the other stood sentry at the base, preventing my orgasm. After a while she moved the wanking hand to my balls and began to lightly stroke and massage them. She was just firm enough but not too hard to hurt. Then back to my cock. All the while she was watching my face and smiling down at me as she moved back and forth. How long she did this for I don't know. I lost all sense of time laying there in this perpetual state of arousal.




The Women in My Life Ch. 02



After a while of fondling my balls she finally moved her hand down behind them to my perineum and stroked that before she found my tiny arsehole. Now I should say that I was used to being touched there. Angela liked to do it and she had used a dildo on me there now and again. She said that, after all, I stuck 8½ inches of cock up her arse, I ought to be able to take four inches up mine! One evening she'd had me hold one in there while it took her every way. It wasn't very big but, boy did it make me cum? 

(Now that's interested Miranda no end. I expect I'll have to write about that!)

Back to mum! Her finger found my tiny hole and pushed inside. "Oh god mum, oh fuck! Oh, I'm sorry!" I said again as a major crisis arose. She smiled and stopped me again.

"You like your bottom played with?" she said.

I was desperate now, desperate to cum. I felt as if my balls would explode if I didn't let go soon. "Oh yes, yes. Angela does it there. Mum, mum, please, please let me . . ."

"Oh," she said with a smile, "yes. I'm being selfish." She took her finger out of my bottom and started to wank me again. Now she laid down with her head on my groin, her mouth inches from my cock. The touch of her hair on my skin was heaven. "You mustn't waste it," she said with a smile, "I want it all. Just a little while longer." Now she moved her head and her tongue shot out to taste the pre-cum dribbling down my cock. "Mmm, you taste lovely."

"Mum, oh mum, please . . .!"

She said nothing, just took my cockhead into her mouth and sucked. At the same time she released the pressure on the base of my cock. It was as if my balls exploded. I was completely unable to control what happened next. I thrust upwards, pushing my cock further into mum's mouth. I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it: it didn't seem to bother her, it looked as though she expected it. At the same time I started to cum. Enormous pulses of spunk shot from the end of my cock into her mouth. I could see her trying to swallow it but she couldn't, there was too much. She pulled her head away and looked at my cock in astonishment as it continued to send pulses of spunk at her face. She didn't seem to mind because she was smiling. Three or four pulses hit her, her cheek, her forehead, her chin, and her neck before I finally stopped.

I looked at her spunk covered face and felt ashamed, "Oh mum, mum, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it!"

She smiled down at me and opened her mouth, just like Angela did, and swirled her tongue around the gooey white mass of spunk she'd taken, then she swallowed it, swallowed it easily. "Don't be silly sweetheart," she said, "I wanted you to do that." She leant forward and kissed me and I tasted my own spunk then she pulled away. Using her fingers she cleaned up all the spunk on her face and neck, swallowing it as she did so. "You do taste nice," she said with a smile, "mind you," she laughed, "Angela didn't tell me just how much you produce."

"You don't mind?"

"Oh no, I don't mind. I've waited a long time to taste that and now I have I can't wait to taste it again but not tonight." Then she pouted again – she quickly became aware of how her pout affected me, "After all, we don't want to waste any of it do we and I'm sure you can think of other things you want to do?" She glanced at my cock, "Mmm, I can see that you do!"

I know I hadn't had much experience with women up to now, only five to be precise, but she was something else again. So, so sexy, so in control, enjoying every moment. I wondered again how she'd learnt all this. "I want to undress you now, look at you, touch you just like you did me. Can I?" 

She bent her head and kissed me, "Oh you darling man," she said making me feel a hundred feet tall, "get me a cloth to wipe my face and you can do anything you want." My heart did somersaults, my stomach back flips, and my cock it's impression of an iron pole. She laughed and she looked at my erection, "Not just yet," she said flicking the head with her finger, "he's got to undress me first." She was so full of fun that I got caught up with it. I pushed her gently on her back then reached for a towel and, licking it, tenderly washed the cum stains from her face. God, she was beautiful. She seemed to get prettier as we went along. Oh how she loved sex, it seemed to make her come alive.

Now I started to kiss her, her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, her neck. I wanted to kiss her all over (and I did later!) but now I longed to see her body, see the rise of her breasts, the petulant dome of her tummy, her pussy, the heaven between her legs. Kissing her neck, I moved to her cleavage, running my tongue down to the 'V' in the blouse then I began to undo the buttons. Slowly, oh so slowly, as if teasing myself. Finally it was undone.

"Take it off," she said throatily, "and the bra," and she rolled sideways to help. I slipped her blouse off the undid the catch on her bra and eased it over her shoulders. I almost didn't want to look at her then, naked from the waist up. I don't know why, perhaps I was shy. 

"Kiss me darling," she said then reached up and pulled my head down to her wonderful breasts. Oh they were beautiful, so beautiful. I know this is rather naughty, (and Miranda has already cuffed my ear), but I couldn't help thinking that the last time I'd done this to my mother's breasts was an very long time ago. Strangely, I think that was in her mind just then as well because I heard her whisper, "Suckle sweetie, suck." I only realised just how important this was to her when she told me about herself later.

Now I was next to her bosom. She wasn't anything like as big as Angela but she was perfectly formed with no sag at all. How she kept herself like that I only found out later: it was from exercises she learnt years ago. Her nipples were smaller as well, about the size and shape of small acorns and they became rock solid when she was aroused, like now. Her areole were a soft brown in colour making her much darker nipples stand out. She was perfection as far as I was concerned.

I started by kissing them all over, every square inch, then licking, paying particular attention to the underneath just as Angela had taught me. Mum was shuddering all through this, as if in continuous orgasm. I can't think she can have been, just enjoying the attention her breasts were getting. I was teasing her just a bit after her control of me earlier but now I couldn't resist the nipples. Covering them with my mouth I sucked gently causing a deep sigh and a long, "Aaaaagggggghhhh," from her lips.

"Oh yes Michael, yes. Keep doing that. Oh god how long! Now the other, ohhhhhhhh. Devil, devil. Yessssssssss," finally as she must have had a massive orgasm, her body shivering and her hands coming to trap my head on her breast.

"Don't stop, keep doing that. Mmmmmm, oh that is good!" I continued sucking and licking her, obviously sensitive, nipples. "Now bite them. Yesssssss. Oh, harder! Yes, harder. Oh god yesssssss!!" I was biting her breasts gently then the nipples, harder, harder, and harder. She loved it. I decided to drag my teeth along the nipple while biting.

"Aaaagggghhh! Oh god you devil, yes, yes, more!! Do the ot . . . . . her. Yesssssss!!" Another orgasm!? I was enjoying myself immensely bringing her to orgasm like this. She told me afterwards that this had been a major fantasy of hers for a very long time so having me do it was overwhelming. Throughout my worshipping of her breasts my cock remained fairly hard but I was concentrating on her so much that I almost forgot about my pleasure. Seeing her like this, being the instrument of her delight, was so enjoyable almost not even sexual for me, just giving her pleasure. This feeling fuelled my desire and my pleasure to bring my partner to orgasm without worrying about myself.

Mum seemed happy to just lie there while I kissed her but, after a while, I wanted to move on, down! I longed to see her there, touch her there, but I was scared somehow, shy again? I don't know. Look, she was my mother after all and, although I lusted after her now, that was pretty new to me. So I had to gather my courage and allow my head to travel across her tummy and find her button. This too felt very sexy and I twirled my tongue around inside.

"Mmm, that's nice!" she said. "Now you devil, take my skirt off." That eased my mind, she wanted it, wanted me to see her, to touch her, so I felt for the zip, undid it and, reverently, pulled her skirt from her hips and off. I was almost afraid to look but my cock, well it was steaming. JT had suddenly found himself! I looked back at her face, she was smiling, smiling in anticipation. I looked further down and saw her sex covered by her, fairly plain, knickers. They were wet. I knew now that that meant she had had at least one orgasm (she'd had several she told me). I knew what I wanted to do: taste her. Before I made love to her I wanted to taste her, taste her pussy, her juices.

I eased down, kneeling, to her waist. All the time her eyes followed me, watching, waiting, to see what I would do. I hoped I wouldn't disappoint her! Now I bent forward and, parting her legs slightly, covered her sex with my mouth. I could feel the texture of the cloth of her knickers, the slight prickle of her pubic hairs, and the softness of the skin of her legs. It was heaven and the taste, oh god the taste of her. Bitter, sweet, tart, syrupy, pungent, all rolled into one. I bit quite hard and I sucked.

She yelped, "Aagghh, GOD," she cried. I don't think she'd expected it! "Oh you devil." I bit again, hard, and I sucked, harder this time pulling the flesh of her sex upwards under the material. She screamed this time and came, releasing more fluid. This just made me more excited. I was in a feeding frenzy now, feeding at her sex, enjoying the taste, the excitement of bringing her on, surprising her. Lifting my head, I reached up and pulled her knickers down and quickly right off and, climbing between her legs, bent my head again and found her sex with my mouth. Her pubic hair was trimmed very short unlike Angela's, but I didn't really notice that immediately, just the softness of her sex, her pussy. I couldn't bite too hard now, I could feel her, every vibration of her body as she seemed convulsed in orgasm. Her hands came down and held my head tightly to her while her legs came up and together to also grip my head and pull me into her. She thrust upwards at the same time and flooded my face with her liquid. It was wonderful but frightening as well.

Finally, after a bit I might add, she let me go. As I raised my head to look at her, her hands pulled me up level. "Oh you darling, darling man," she said breathlessly, then she smiled a pouty smile that set my heart pulsing. "You surprised me! That was lovely and thank you, thank you darling. I didn't expect a young man like you to do that!"

"I'm sorry mum," I said thinking I might have upset her. "I just . . . I don't know. I just wanted to . . .," and here I became embarrassed again.

"What did you want to . . .?"

I smiled, "I wanted to eat you all up, to taste you. I'm sorry!"

She held me to her, now naked body, "You don't have to be sorry," she said with a kiss and a smile, then she laughed, "what you lack in finesse you make up for in enthusiasm. It was lovely Mike, lovely. Next time you can take your time!"

"You didn't like it really?" I asked feeling that I hadn't lived up to her expectations.

"Like it, like it, oh Michael, I loved it! You were fantastic, wonderful and now, as your reward, I think you ought to exercise that lovely cock of yours inside me don't you?" she said then added with a great big pout, "you do want to don't you?" Of course she knew I did, my cock was like a rod of iron. She reached down for it, "Oh yes," she said with laugh, "I can tell you do." Then she looked a little sad and I worried. She must have noticed.

"Oh silly, I'm just sad you can't exercise him without some protection. You'll have to wear something darling," she laughed, "I'm to old for babies, much as I'd like to feel you naked. Still," she added softly and with a smile, "perhaps later if you're up to it!"

"I haven't got any," I said panicking.

She laughed, "Top drawer. I didn't need that many with John but I always kept a supply, just in case." I wondered what she meant – she explained later. I reached over, opened the drawer, and got the tiny packet.

"Give it me," she said, "I'll put it on. Lay back." And she did, by god she did. I always thought that putting on a condom was rather unexciting. It seemed to interrupt the whole process but not with mum, oh no, with her it was the height of eroticism. I passed the small packet to her and she knelt up level with my cock.

"Give me your hand," she said so I did and she placed it between her legs. "Now you can keep me excited," she said, "with your fingers. Mmm, yes. Oh yes, just like that you darling man." I was watching her face and her hands. She took the corner of the packet in her teeth and ripped the end off then squeezed the 'Johnnie' out, holding it in her lips. Then, bending her head, she actually put the thing on with her mouth. How she did it I don't know but she unrolled it with her lips onto my cock perfectly, completing the whole thing with her fingers.

"There," she said as she gripped JT at the base to ensure I was calm. "Time to play!" She bent her head to kiss my lips, "Now, you young rascal, fuck the arse off me!" she said as she laid back and pulled me on top of her.

I quickly knelt up between her legs and looked down at her. She was smiling, her tongue licking her lips. God she was so, so, oh shit I don't know how to describe her. Aphrodite, Venus, Helen, she was 'woman'. I must have delayed because she pouted again and, smiling, said, "Don't you want to? "

"Oh god, do I?" and I leant forward, just as Angela had taught me, and took my weight on my left arm. I used my right hand to introduce JT to her wonderfully wet pussy and, as soon as the head found it's way in (which it always seemed to do – nature finds a way), I pushed gently and slowly forward.

I looked into mum's eyes as I entered her and I saw love, not just maternal love, but romantic love, but I saw tears as well. Conflicting emotions must have been coursing through her body, we talked about it later, but now, now I just wanted to take her, possess her but be possessed, if you know what I mean. 

Coming together in sexual connection when you love someone is different from when there is just desire. So many feelings are complementing the purely physical one of the act itself. I felt that now as I slowly entered her. She was tight and I just had a twinge of surprise at how tight she was, far tighter than Angela. The tightness was excruciatingly marvellous and wonderful, however, and I had great difficulty in maintaining control but I wanted to try to be good for her.

Before long I was halfway inside her so now I withdrew a bit then back, deeper each time, just as Angela had taught me. All the time I was looking into mum's eyes and I could see the effect I was having on her. Her breathing was deep and, every now and again, there would be a sigh.

"Mmm, darling," she would say as I pushed forward again. Then she began to move with me. Just a tiny amount but taking me a little deeper than I intended so, before very long, I was completely inside her. "Oh yes, yes, that is good. Now Michael," she whispered pulling my head down and taking charge, "slowly. Try to hold yourself, make it last, it'll be better." I began to move very slowly using long strokes. I tried to control my breathing, concentrating on that to try to ease the building pressure in my loins. I wanted to thrust hard, fill her with cum (well fill the bloody condom with cum anyway) but I also wanted her to enjoy me inside her. It seemed to work.

I must have gently fucked her for quite a while, most of the time using those long sensitive strokes for her satisfaction. Looking in her eyes I could see that pleasure, see how much she was enjoying being fucked by her son. She was lying there, fairly passive it appeared, but her vagina was alive. Squeezing, flexing, almost pulling me. Her face held a soft smile and a sheen of perspiration had formed making her look even more delightful. Occasionally she would let out a soft "Aaaaggghhhh," and close her eyes. An orgasm I suppose.

Finally she smiled up at me, "You are very good darling. Time for you now." She reached up again to pull my head down and kissed me then she whispered, "You can fuck me now, fuck me for yourself. As hard as you want. Show me how you can fuck a woman: stallion!"

That was enough, now I knew she was happy I started to fuck her hard, letting myself go. Of course, this brought her a major orgasm as well – just as she'd intended! I was moving fast now, short strokes mixed with long, deep drives inside her. 

"Oh god yes," she said as her legs came up behind me to grip my buttocks, "oh fuck me mon cher, fuck me hard." Now her vagina seemed to be rippling, almost wanking my cock. It was too much! I threw my head in the air and let out a primal roar as I began to fill the condom. On every pulse I drove harder into her but she didn't seem to mind as the shudders rippled across her body. Soon, oh too soon, it was over. I felt drained, emptied: not only of spunk but of emotion, almost life, my soul. The impact of that first orgasm inside her remained with me for the rest of my life and coloured my search for the ideal female. I knew I loved her, as a mother and as a woman.

I hadn't fallen on her despite the power of my orgasm and now I looked down at her face. Conflicting emotions passed over her visage, joy, doubt, fear, then despair, and she began to cry softly. She seemed unable to meet my eyes. I was concerned, worried that I had hurt her in my passion so I quickly withdrew and lay beside her looking down. I reached for her head and turned it gently towards me.

"Oh my darling, my angel," she said through her tears, "what have I done to you. Forgive me, please!" Forgive her? Forgive her what?

"Forgive you?"

"Yes, forgive me, forgive me for corrupting you. Oh Michael darling, we shouldn't, I shouldn't have let you. I was weak. Please darling . . .!"

I smiled softly at her, forgive her? I didn't have anything to forgive her for. I loved her then, more than anything. Is that wrong? I don't know. I only know that that was how I felt. We weren't hurting anyone so how could it be wrong?

"You don't have to apologise to me mother," I said, "you haven't corrupted me. I wanted this as well you know," I smiled and bent to kiss her tearstained eyes, "no one forced me!"

"But, but . . ."

I laughed, "'But me not buts'," I said, "oh mum there are no 'buts'. It's done, we're one now. There's no going back from here. That was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me. Angela, the girls, they were nothing to that. I love you." I needed to explain to her, "I love you as my mother, as the mother who looked after me as I grew. Now, I love you as a woman as well. A woman who I am going to look after as she looked after me." I bent to kiss her again then, pulling away smiling, said, "Unless, that is, that you didn't enjoy it!"

This caused a shy smile as her tears subsided. She reached to stroke my cheek, "You really are grown up aren't you?" she said. "Yes I did enjoy it, enjoyed it a lot. I haven't felt like that for a very long time. To feel you inside me, oh Mike, you don't know how long, how much, oh god, I don't deserve this!"

She seemed to be slipping into depression again so I quickly kissed her again, "But you do! You've given up everything for me. I understand that now. I don't know what 'everything' was but I know it meant something to you, meant a lot. I want to look after you now. No more worries, no more concerns, that's my responsibility from here on," I ended firmly.




The Women in My Life Ch. 02



She sat up and looked deep into my eyes as if deciding something. Then she made her decision. "Let's tidy up," she said leading me to the bathroom where she disposed of the condom and washed me and herself. "Michael darling, I must tell you about myself. No," she said as I made to object, "no, you must know. And I need to tell you. Tell you the truth about me and about your father."

"My father?"

"Yes, you need to know now. I think you're man enough to understand. Michael darling, I'm not that proud of my past. Oh, it wasn't really my fault but, well . . . Anyway," she said taking a deep breath, "go down and get a bottle of wine, I think I might need a glass!"

"Mum, mum you really don't have to you know. It doesn't matter."

"It does to me darling," she said with a caress, "I want you to know the history of this woman you love," she gave me a searching look, "and who loves you. Now go on, no more arguing, get the wine. I'll be in the bedroom."

So, off I went to get a bottle of wine and glasses. Back in the bedroom she had on a light housecoat that did more to emphasize her femininity than hide it. She looked lovely.

"You're beautiful," I said as I came in, "lovely," and I kissed her and poured the wine. She smiled sadly as she took her glass and bade me lay on the bed next to her then she sat up and began.

She was born in 1927 in England, that much she knew for certain. She didn't know where. Her early life was spent with 'aunties', women who weren't any relation (she never saw any relations other than her mother and father) but who looked after her. She didn't see much of her parents, only spending a few months of the year with them. She knew they travelled a lot all over Europe. She had some vague idea that they might have been in the Foreign Office or the Army or something like that. Her story really started in 1938 when she, with her parents for a while, moved to Paris. Once there she stayed with a middle-aged French lady, Mama Arianna, she called her. Mama Arianna ran a sort of school for young women, all of whom were considerably older than mum. She saw her parents quite a lot but didn't live with them.

Things changed when war broke out. She saw her parents less and less as the German Army advanced through France. Just before they occupied Paris she saw them for the last time – she was 13 years old. Her father gave her a British passport and left money and jewels with Mama Arianna to pay for her keep. She never saw them again. Much later Mama Arianna said she thought they were spies and that she'd heard the Germans had captured and executed a man and a woman. She was frightened and sad: alone in a foreign country but Mama Arianna looked after her.

As she told me this my heart went out to this little girl, alone in a foreign country. In a city controlled by brutality and venality. I knew about the war, we all did in those days. Our parents had lived (or not!) through it. Sadly it's being forgotten today. But now she could see the effect her story was having on me.

"Don't be sorry or sad," she said, "it just happened and I was a lot luckier than others. Father had left the money and jewels with Mama Arianna and these, together with my good looks, persuaded her to continue to look after me.

"It wasn't until I was about 17, in 1944 just before the liberation, that I finally found out what kind of 'school' she ran. I'd always been aware of young women, I suppose between about 16 and 18, coming and going, some staying longer than others. I met them in the classrooms where we were taught. On my seventeenth birthday she sat me down and told me what my future was. Mike, you must understand what it was like in Paris then. The Germans were disgusting, brutal, and vicious. She protected me from that but it cost her and she had to recoup that cost.

"Her 'school' prepared young women for the brothels of Paris." I gasped. I didn't have much of an idea of a brothel, only that it was illegal in England and it was where prostitutes worked. The image was one of sleaze, disease, and unhappiness.

"I know," she said with another caress, "it's a shock but you must understand Mike, it was her living, and it saved me. God knows what would have happened to me if she'd turned me out, or worse, turned me over to the Germans. Age wouldn't have saved me. Once they knew my parentage I would have been raped and used in one of their brothels until I was almost certainly killed. They would have loved a young teenage girl.

"You must know too that, then, I was very, very pretty." 

I smiled, "You're very, very pretty now," I said.

She laughed, "Flatterer." Then she was serious again. "In a way that was an advantage. It meant I was worth more to my teacher."

"She must have been a hard woman," I said, "to treat you like that. . ."

"No," she said, "she wasn't. I loved her."

"Loved her?"

"Yes. Mike you must realise. She was the closest thing to a mother I had. I'd known her 6 years, since I was 11, and she'd looked after me, protected me, at considerable risk to herself. Oh, I knew later that I was a valuable commodity but you can't blame her. She had to live. She was paid by the brothels to bring on the young women. Many of them actually chose to do this Mike but you had to be pretty or they weren't interested in you.

"Paris in 1944 was a terrible place. The Germans were leaving but they left their mark on the city and the people. I was lucky, she protected me, and she taught me." She laughed softly, "She was fond of me I think because she treated me almost as the daughter she never had. I was there for much longer than normal. She didn't normally take girls as young as 11 so I was something different and she had no children of her own, she'd worked in the houses until her looks faded. That was the lot of women who worked there. That fondness made her decide not to send me to the houses until I was 18. She was aware of what Paris would be like in the next year or two, full of allied troops." Now mother looked at me, "Mike, darling, she also decided to train me in special ways. Special ways to please a man. With my mouth and with my bottom." My heart did somersaults and my cock sprang into action. I was ashamed!

She must have noticed but she said nothing about it for the moment. She carried on speaking. "Madam said that the most difficult thing for a girl in the houses was not to get pregnant. She'd had two abortions and knew how much they cost a woman. Oh, there were doctors and nurses in them to look after the girls, we were valuable after all, but pregnancy did three things. It could stop you working, it meant you may have to have an abortion with all the associated dangers, and lastly and in any case, it pulled you down, aged you and affected your looks and your figure.

"All the customers were required to use condoms normally but girls could decide to risk it for a big tip, some did and didn't fall, others did. However, condoms aren't always effective and there were also the men who would not bother. They would generally be banned but the damage would be done. Madam knew, it was how she carried on so long, that if you had a reputation for giving oral and anal sex you could avoid too much risky vaginal.

"She taught me well Mike. With my mouth I can show a man what heaven can be like," she looked at me and smiled, "with my bottom I can take him there. She spent ages tutoring me, training my body to do things.

"Unlike the other girls, she didn't start my training until I was 18 so three months after my 18th birthday I went to the house; quite late really. Mama Arianna said it was because I was special," she laughed, "and she dressed me in her very best finery. It was hers she said, when she started. I looked fabulous Mike, wonderful." She looked at me coyly, "I've got photographs of myself then. Would you like to see them?"

"Oh mum, yes. Yes I would." What had she looked like then, fabulous I expect.

"They auctioned me."

"What, you mean they sold you. Oh mum." I felt devastated, sad so I held her.

"No," she said laughing, "not quite like that." She smiled seeming happy in the memory, "They auctioned my virginity. It was a big night. I was the prettiest girl there Mike. Many of the most powerful men in Paris were there too. You must understand that these places were nothing like you imagine a brothel to be. They were sumptuous, full of nice things. Good wine, good food, comfortable surroundings. We were pampered you see because we were valuable." She laughed, "The French have a way with this, they know the value of a beautiful woman. The men who came were wealthy, almost always married although there were some single men, usually young relatives coming for experience." She gave me another long look, "Sometimes there were woman. Women who like other women. You know about that?"

"Is it like queers?"

"Yes," she said with a smile, "a bit like that."

"Did you, you know, with them?"

"Let me carry on with my story Mike," she said, not to avoid I think, just to explain herself. "A man could get anything there Mike. There were girls who were trained in every form of sexual practice. Anyway, back to my story. On that evening they auctioned my virginity."

"That must have been terrible," I said.

She smiled at the memory, "No. I was a wonderful night. Imagine darling. It was just a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I was beautiful and I was the centre of attention. Every man there wanted to speak to me, to dance with me, to hold me and to bed me!" She laughed, "I wasn't put on a stand under the hammer," she said. "As the evening progressed the men put in bids for the night with me. It was a party. All the other girls were happy for me. I knew what was going to happen and it was exciting." 

Now she looked at me seriously, "You mustn't hate me darling but I wanted it. I'm being honest now. I couldn't wait. I wanted a man inside me, anyhow, I didn't care. I'd waited so long. It was what I had been taught you see. The only thing I was concerned about was who it would be. The men were all powerful, but some were older than others, some better looking. I hoped I'd get a younger, better looking one. And one that was kind. I was still a virgin, a real virgin. That was obviously important," she smiled, "the blood had to be seen!"

"I knew from talking with the girls who the likely winners might be. They would be the most wealthy and there was only one of them who was young and handsome. All the girls tried to persuade him to bid for me because they wanted me to have the best as well. That was what it was like. We were all friends, no rivalry. It was my night and they were happy for me.

"Unfortunately or fortunately I suppose, I didn't get the young and handsome one, but I did get the old and handsome one. He was a member of the French aristocracy and, Mike, he was wonderful. It was the night of my dreams. He wined me, dined me, then bedded me. I couldn't have had a better man to take my virginity. He left me an enormous tip after I offered him my bottom as well. He loved that even more, knowing he was the first man there as well, and my reputation started immediately because I was good. I gave him have more enjoyment with my bottom than he'd had in years."

Listening to her talk about anal sex was exciting me again but I couldn't shake this feeling of disgust. Oh not disgust with her or with the act, I'd done it often enough with Angela, but with myself for even thinking about it.

"What is it darling?" she asked noticing, I suppose, my change of disposition.

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing mum." I should have known better than to hide things from her.

She bent and kissed me, "No secrets in the bedroom," she said with a smile, "now tell me."

I looked at her shyly and cleared my throat. How was I going to say this? "Mum. Oh dear, I don't know how . . ."

She stroked my cheek, "Dearest one, you can say anything you like to me. Ask anything of me. I'm yours now you know, completely and totally."

Now I felt even more disgusted with myself. Look, I don't know why. Perhaps it was guilt kicking in, I really don't know but I knew I had to tell her. "Mum," I said taking a deep breath, "mum it's just that when you talk about . . . Oh hell, when you talk about making love with your bottom . . ." I looked in her eyes and blurted out, "I want it and it disgusts me."

Now she misunderstood, "I thought you liked it there. Angela said you did?"

"No, no mum." I smiled, "Yes I do. It's just . . . Oh I feel so bad wanting you there. As if I shouldn't, but I do, and that makes me feel bad."

She looked relieved. I suppose she thought her story was causing my worries. "You silly," she said with a smile, "you mustn't feel like that." Then she bent her head and kissed me, "You shall have me there as often as you like," she whispered throatily, "and you will like it a lot." She kissed me again, "I want you there. What do you think I imagined as I listened to you in your room?"

"I don't know?"

"I imagined that lovely cock of yours embedded deep in my bottom." Now she reached down and gently touched my erection, "And later on that's where it's going to go!" Now she pulled away and pouted, "If you want to that is."

It was OK with her! That was all I needed to know. "Want to? Want to? Oh yes I want to."

"Good," she said with a smile, "but I must finish my story first." With that she sat back up and carried on.

"Life in the house was good Mike. We only worked six nights a week and only really hard, if you know what I mean, on Fridays and Saturdays. We had time off for our periods, unless there was a man who wanted it then."

"Do they?"

"Oh yes, some men love it then. Some women do as well. I do," she said coyly.

"Oh," I said matter-of-factly, "perhaps we should then."

She smiled, "We will but it can be messy!" I raised my eyebrows, I was still a bit naïve. "You'll find out!

"Anyway," she carried on, "let me finish darling," then taking a deep breath and looking deep in my eyes, "I need to tell you about your father."

"My father, but you told me."

She caressed my cheek again, "Oh Mike, Mike what I've told you isn't true, well not in every respect. You must try to understand again. Oh I am asking a lot of you but you are a man now aren't you," she said looking at me with pleading eyes.

"I do mum, I do understand. Well I don't suppose I do really. It's all coming so fast but it doesn't matter really. I love you so what you did in the past can't affect that."

She smiled and carried on, "Although I wasn't ashamed of what I was then, other people would have vilified me so I kept it a secret. Well, a secret from everyone but Angela. We talked about what I should say to you and came up with the story about Australia. Oh Mike, tell me you understand. You're not angry!"

Well, I wasn't. Really! She'd told me my father had left when he found she was pregnant and I'd dismissed him from my mind, my life. He meant nothing to me. Even if what she told me wasn't true in every respect, he still hadn't been here for me, for her either. Whatever the story, he'd gone.

I smiled at her to calm her nerves. She seemed worried that I would be upset. "I'm not upset, not angry. He has no part in my life mum. Dear old Stan was the nearest I had to a dad. I had you anyway."

"Oh Mike," she said with a tear in her eye. Then she kissed me, "I worried so that you would be angry with me."

"No," I said, "I can't be angry with you for what you did in the past. Now tell me about him." I was interested in the truth, not that I wanted to find him or anything. As I said, I'd dismissed him from my life.

"Life was pretty good in our 'house' Mike," she carried on, "We were treated like, I don't know really, I suppose the nearest I can think of is racehorses."

"Racehorses?" I said astonished.

She laughed, "Oh we didn't jump hurdles," she said. "No, I mean we were looked after. We were, after all, valuable commodities. Our training made us very practised at our trade and we all commanded very high prices. Paris was alive then, just after the war, and the great and the good of France, England, and America came to our house for their pleasure. As I said, we had days off, we even had holidays in the South of France when a group of us would go to a rich man's villa for a month or two. Busy in the evening and most of the night," she laughed, "but the days were glorious.

"We were paid a small amount which was put in a bank account for us and we were allowed to keep our tips." She smiled, "I got lots of tips."

"I bet," I said kissing her.

Now she looked sad, "I could orgasm to order," she said, "and they liked that. Especially in my bottom." Now she smiled at the memory, "I took 6 men in my bottom in one afternoon. Oh not all at once," she laughed. "What a time, what a time!" She saw my astonishment.

"Oh Mike, Mike. I'm sorry but you must understand. I enjoyed it there, loved what I did. I'd been trained to enjoy sex, to enjoy pleasing a man and I could please them I assure you of that. Please don't think badly of me, please!" She was nearly in tears now as she looked pleadingly at me.

I smiled, "Think badly of you. How could I do that after what you've given up for me. Oh christ mum," I said full of emotion, "I couldn't think badly of you, ever."

"I'm lucky to have you," she said with a tear in her eye.

"And I'm lucky to have you as a mum," I said.

"I was twenty one when I met your father," she continued. "I'd been in the house three years and I was one of it's star attractions. Very, very expensive indeed," she added proudly.

"I can imagine," I interjected.

She laughed again, her blues vanishing, "You are a flatterer. He was English, a diplomat in Paris to help with sorting things out. He was lonely. His marriage was fairly uninteresting, made for position more than anything. He was almost sixty five then but still a fine looking man," she said as I imagined she pictured him in her mind.

"He'd heard there was an English girl in the 'house' and he was intrigued. Most of the girls couldn't speak English so it was nice for him that I could talk to him as well. No that my English was very good at that time but I was quite well read by then, I had spent most of my spare time, and there was plenty during the day, studying, reading, anything to try to improve my education. He was very erudite. He could talk about anything and he was charming. He took to wondering where I came from, my history intrigued him and he took my passport to try and trace my family.

"He was very sad when he returned. It was a fake. Oh, he was convinced I was English. He believed that my parents had probably worked for some exotic branch of the Foreign Office before the war and, perhaps, they hadn't wanted their bosses to know of my existence. He didn't know really but he was interested in me. Mike, I know it may sound big-headed, but I was beautiful then, very beautiful. I'd lost my girlish looks and become a mature woman. Oh, I know I was only 21, but you grow up quickly in the houses.

"He became enamoured of me. I don't think it was love. He liked to sit and talk and he'd see me even on my nights off, just to talk. I loved to listen. He'd talk about England, about London. Can you imagine, Mike, I had a dim remembrance of England but it was very incomplete. Here was someone who could tell me about it. My English even improved! And he was handsome," she said with a wry smile, "just like his son." I blushed. "You're the spit of him when he was young," she said softly, "he showed me photo's of himself in uniform during the First War."

"Mike, the inevitable happened, I fell in love with him. Now that is a disaster for a girl in the houses and something Madam had always warned me against but I couldn't help it. I think he knew and he must have felt responsible. He was as aware as I was that it was not acceptable so he decided to take me back to England with him. Oh Mike, I was so happy when he asked me. I thought, oh I don't know what I thought, but to go back home. Well, not really I suppose, but it felt like that.




The Women in My Life Ch. 02



"He sorted out my passport, got it made official, and he paid off the house. It cost him a lot of money, I was popular as I said, but he was very wealthy. He set me up in a small flat in Bayswater. That's where I met Angela and Stan. John was about one then and a bit of a pain I must say. I helped her and we became good friends. 

"I was his mistress. He'd visit a couple of times a week, usually in the afternoon, and we'd make love but Mike, oh Mike, I was so lonely. Coming from the life and gaiety of the house, always full of people, the girls, my friends, this was so different. Lazing around the flat all day. Not confident enough to go out much. I wasn't used to it you see. Since I was eleven I'd been looked after, almost never went out on my own. I was shy. Angela did her best to get me out and slowly, slowly I gained some confidence. But the loneliness, oh Mike it was terrible, and I missed him so. The only company I had for most of the time was John. I looked after him for Angela while she was a work. I didn't need to work, your father gave me an allowance, so I helped out. 

"This gave me an idea. If I had a baby of my own I wouldn't be lonely would I? I'd have the baby and I'd have part of him as well. God I was naïve, stupid."

"Mum, why. It seems like a good idea."

"It seemed so to me as well although Angela thought it might go wrong. She was right!! As your father almost always took me by the back door," she smiled, "he liked that best and his wife wouldn't do it like that, it took quite an effort to manage to get pregnant but I did. When I told him he was furious. To be fair, he had told me he didn't want the complication of a child. He wouldn't divorce his wife, anyway, he was in his late sixties now, far too old for me, he said. I didn't actually want him to divorce. If it wasn't for the loneliness I was quite happy with the arrangement, although I didn't get as much sex as I would have liked," she laughed sadly, "but I've learned to live with that!"

"He shouted at me, called me a silly fool, and suggested an abortion. No, I said, no! Under no circumstances – my stubborn streak I'm afraid," she added with a wry smile. "Well, he stormed out then came back the next day. He gave me some money and told me that the lease on the flat was up in a month. He never wanted to see me again and he didn't. He walked out of the door and out of my life," she ended, sobbing as the memories flooded back.

"Oh mum, mum," I held her tight. "It's all right, I'm here now. You don't have to worry."

"Oh, I know darling, I know," she said through her tears, "I was so scared. What was I to do. Money wasn't really a problem, at least he was generous and I had my own from the 'house' but what to do, where to go. Well I turned to the only person I could Mike, Angela. She and Stan had moved away just after I found I was pregnant. Stan got the job with the Wine Importers and, as they wanted him close to the bonded warehouse, put him in the house round the corner. I came down and told them what had happened, told them I was his mistress and now he'd thrown me out because I was pregnant. Mike, they took me in. You were born there, Angela helped. I owe her such a lot.

"I told her all my story and we discussed what to tell you about your father. We thought the truth was too complicated for a little boy to understand so that was why I told you the lie. Do you forgive me?" she asked earnestly.

I laughed, "Oh mum, mum, there's nothing to forgive. He wasn't here. Why isn't an issue is it." Then I had a desire to know. Only a passing desire but important. "Is he still alive mum?" She looked worried. "It's all right. I don't want to find him or anything. That's not important. I just want to know, that's all."

"No," she said sadly, "he died eight years ago, just before Stan." A tear formed in her eye, "I go to his grave now and then." She looked at me, "I loved him you know. Silly isn't it. He was so much older than me but I loved him." Then she cried, oh how she cried. All her emotions clearly on show then as she held me, held me so tight I thought she's never let me go. I think I understood some of how she felt about me then. I represented him didn't I? I was a part of him, she'd said it. I went there with her afterwards just to see and feel the place and to hold her, comfort her. It was always an emotional experience for her but it seemed to be something she needed and she was pleased that I was happy to go there with her.

Now I let her cry. Incongruous I thought, me naked, her in a most revealing dressing gown but she needed it I think, needed to get the memory out of her system. She could tell me now, I suppose, because I was a man – her man now. I felt strangely proud that she could trust me with this memory that, obviously, meant so much to her.

I held her for a while as she regained control of her emotions. "Shush, shush, mum. Just hold me." She pulled me back to the bed and began to whisper in my ear as if she didn't want even the room to hear her.

"I wanted you, like that, sexually, even when you were sucking your milk from my breast. I enjoyed it. I wanted you all the time you were growing and I hated myself for it but I couldn't stop. Seeing you grow, knowing you'd grow into a man, a man I could never have. Mike darling, it was agony. Then today, tonight, oh god the temptation was too much. All those years of wanting and now you were there wanting me. I couldn't say no, you do understand don't you?" She seemed to be asking me to forgive her for going with me? I didn't understand.

"Mum, you don't need my forgiveness, I wanted this as well."

"But what about your life, girlfriends, marriage?"

I laughed, "We'll cross those bridges when we come to them," I said, "plenty of time," and I held her close. She snuggled up to me and she fitted me perfectly! It felt good and it felt right.

"I'm all right now," she said finally, "pour me some more wine." So I did and she downed the glass, "Gosh, I needed that. I'll finish now," she said.

"It's all right mum, you don't have to."

"I want to," she said, "get it all off my chest."

I tried to lighten the atmosphere, "Not too much," I said with a smile, "it is a delightful chest." Then I gently cupped her breast.

She laughed, "You are a young rascal," she said, "but leave them alone for now. You can play with them later.

"I stayed with Angela," she continued, "for a month after you were born but it wasn't fair on them, the house was too small. Then this came on the market and I had enough money to buy it. As I said, your father wasn't ungenerous."

"What was his name?" I asked suddenly feeling another strange need.

"His name?" she said agitated again.

"I don't want to trace him or anything, just know his first name."

She smiled, "He was called David," she said the looking at me tenderly but with apprehension, "David Michael."

"I have his name?" I said surprised because I had all his name, I was Michael David.

"You were part of him you see, but you weren't him. Oh sweet one, I was so mixed up then. My feelings for him, for you. It seemed the right thing. Please say you don't mind, please." She was pleading now. I think she thought she'd upset me.

I laughed, "No mum, I don't mind. I'm flattered. If you loved him that much, and I guess you did, I'm not surprised. Anyway, they're my names now and I like them."

"Good," she said with a smile, "I like them too. Mind," she added with another smile, "I like their owner as well!"

I hugged her and kissed her.

"We settled in quite well, you and I. You were a good baby and I was soon able to go out to work while Angela looked after both you and John. I earned enough to supplement Stan's money and we had quite a good life. Not that much money but enough."

I felt the need to pry again now, I don't know why, perhaps there was a hint of jealousy. I don't really know. It's difficult to look back all those years and analyse complicated feelings.

"Did you not have any, you know, men?"

My question didn't seem to bother her. "Yes, I did," she said softly, "but . . . Oh it's difficult to explain really Mike. How can I tell you. I grew up in a world where sex was a commodity, something that was bought and sold but, despite that, there was some degree of respect. I was at the top of the tree Mike, good, perhaps one of the best and men respected me. Oh I know I was just a whore really but I was a good one. The sex was good and it was fun.

"When I went with men here I was just a tart with a kid. Good for a fuck and not much else." I must have looked startled. "That's what it was like I'm afraid. None of the men I met were interested in a long term relationship with a woman who had a kid already and I wasn't about to jeopardise our relationship. Oh I had no trouble getting sex. I still had my looks but respect, I couldn't get that. In the house, although men paid to have me, they treated me properly. Not as some 'ground-sheet' to dip their cock in and leave. I couldn't live with that lack of respect so I stopped seeing blokes, well mostly. Anyway," she said softly, "I had my own bloke didn't I?"

"I don't understand?"

"I had you," she again whispered softly.

"You, you, errrr, you felt that way about me?"

Now she looked frightened, terrified in fact. "Oh god, I didn't want to but I couldn't help it. Believe me Mike I didn't do anything about it. I just dreamed of you being grown up and sweeping me off my feet. I knew it wouldn't happen," she smiled, "well I didn't think it would, but it kept me going. That," she added with a look at the wardrobe, "and my box of toys." Then she was serious, "Please say you understand, please."

"You don't have to ask for my understanding mum. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love you and now I'm going to look after you." I held her firmly and looked into her eyes, "And I will never, never fail to respect you!" This caused a minor cry, a kiss, and a hug.

"Oh I love you. I'm so lucky."

"We both are, to have found each other."

"Things went well for us," she continued, "I had a good job, mainly because I could speak fluent French, something quite rare in those days, and I am good with other languages too," she laughed, "although sometimes my English let me down! I was lonely Mike, still lonely occasionally for male company. Oh Mike, I'm sorry, I needed the sex. Angela knew and she knew that I could have seduced Stan at any time I wanted. I could tell he wanted me but he loved Angela and he never approached me like that. Things came to a head when I went out with a bloke when you were about six. I just needed sex Mike, I'm sorry," she looked sad again. "He was a bastard really and I got very upset. Angela helped again. She knew how frustrated I was and how dangerous that can be. Mike, you can loose sense of danger, just wanting a man, and that nearly happened. When I told her about this bloke she said I shouldn't do it, go out with men like that. I had to tell her about needing sex, explained to her what it was like in the 'house'. She did the kindest thing, she offered me Stan."

"She 'offered' him?"

She smiled, "Yes. She said that she knew he fancied me, most men did . ."

"I'm not surprised," I said with a smile, "I do!" and I caressed her breast.

"Naughty, naughty. Wait!" she laughed pushing my hand away. "The temptation was too much and I said yes so we planned it out. Poor Stan, he didn't stand a chance. I seduced him and took him to bed in one afternoon." She looked at me, "I'm good at that," she said, "most men don't stand a chance." No, I thought then, we don't. Now, of course, I know that, all in all, we're pretty weak in this respect! (That made Miranda laugh!)

"He was devastated that he'd betrayed Angela but, you know what they say, 'a standing prick has no conscience' and it hasn't: I can tell you that!" She laughed, "He was even more devastated when Angela walked in the bedroom just as we'd planned."

I laughed, "Poor uncle Stan."

"Not that poor, certainly not when we both got into bed with him," she said with a laugh.

"Both of you?" I asked intrigued.

"Mmm. Now and again, when we were feeling particularly frisky," she said laughing, "we'd both 'attend' to him. He was funny really Mike. I don't know how to put this really but Stan wasn't a very 'sexual' man. Some men can't get enough," she stroked my cheek and added, with a smile, "I think like the one I've got here, but some men can, sort of, take it or leave it. Stan was a bit like that. I think he found it a bit of a struggle to deal with both of us."

I laughed, "I'm not surprised," I said.

She laughed back, "I hope you can," she said coyly. I realised then that she didn't expect me to stop seeing Angela. Both of them, to love both of them? Oh my god. My mind was struggling with the idea of both of them.

"What is it?" she said sensing my mental turmoil.

I smiled, "I was just thinking about both of you. You don't want me to stop seeing Angela do you?"

"No. No I don't Mike. Well," she added, "not if you want to see her still. It wouldn't be fair. She's waited a long time for you as well," she ended laughing.

"Both of you?" I said pensively then looked at her, "together?"

She looked at me wide-eyed, "If you want it." Then she reached to my hardening cock, hardening at the thought of both of them together, "I think you'll be able to manage," she said with a laugh.

"As before," she continued, "things went well. We were both happy with Stan then the accident. Angela was distraught and I was happy to be able to help her through it. Oh I was fond of Stan, as I told you, but not so much as his death destroyed me like it did Angela for a while. She got over it, she had to for John, and life went on. Both of us were frustrated now though," she laughed. "You don't know what it's like to have two frustrated mothers watching over two growing sons.

"I don't think Angela ever thought of John like that," she looked at me searchingly, "I always did about you," she said. Then she was sad again. "I couldn't help it Mike. It's just that . . . Oh I don't know. I loved you so much and I'd had these girlish imaginings of how you'd grow up and whisk me off to some castle. It was so, so silly but I couldn't help it. And I knew it was wrong, very wrong to think of you like that. Angela knew how I felt about you. I had to talk it out with someone and she's always been there for me.

"It got worse when I knew you were, you know, in your bedroom."

"You knew?" I said embarrassed at being found out.

"Off course silly. I could hear your bed knocking on the wall and there's only one thing that can make I knock like that. She laughed, "Then I found your book of pictures."

"Oh shit mum, you didn't did you?"

"Mmm," she laughed. "I didn't think much of the women though!"

"No," I said laughing too, "but then I didn't realise how lovely you were." I realised that hadn't come out right. "Heck, I didn't mean it like that. I always knew how lovely you were but not like that. Bugger, that didn't come out right either. Oh mum, you know what I'm trying to say don't you?"

She laughed too, "Yes, I know. I know you thought I was pretty, you told all your friends and they told all their dads. I had to fight them off sometimes. Mind you," she said pensively, "some of them were quite tempting but I didn't want to ruin marriages. Anyway, now I had you. Well the thought of you anyway." She stroked my cheek. "Oh how I imagined what we would do together," she said throatily.

"We can do them now," I said with equal passion.

"Mmm," she said, "and we will do some of them later. Let me finish by telling you about John."

"You don't have to explain that mum, I think I understand."

"No, I want to tell you. It's important for me darling.

"I always looked at you like that," she said sadly, "and, as you got older, I got even more frustrated. My toys worked overtime! Then Angela told me that she'd found John masturbating over some pictures of me. You remember, he was just 18 and we went to the seaside for a couple of days for his birthday present. You took some pictures of me in a swimsuit."

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "I'll have to fish them out."

"No need," she laughed, "you've got the real thing now. Anyway, I don't think they'd be much use. Evidently John covered them all with spunk."

I laughed, "It must have been funny when Angela caught him, like when she caught me."

"Yes," she said laughing, "poor John. He was terrified that she would tell me. Of course that was the first thing she did. Then I had a thought, a very naughty thought, but it seemed logical to me. What if I taught him about sex, just like I'd been taught. He was just turned 18 then, just like you!" she added as an aside, "and certainly old enough, so I mentioned it to Angela. She knew about my 'training' and she knew how frustrated I was. So we made a deal darling. I would have John to train and, when you were the right age, Angela would have you. I would have liked it the other way round but Angela never thought of John like that. I'm sorry, it was naughty of us but, please understand, we were so frustrated."

"Silly, how can I mind?"

"I love you," she said with a smile. "Well, John was easy to seduce and he enjoyed his training. Mind you," she said sadly, "he was a lot like his father. Although he was young he was less interested than I expected and he wasn't very 'passionate' I suppose. Certainly not like you, well at least from what Angela tells me," she added with a smile, "I don't think he ever managed more than twice in one night!"

I laughed, "And what did Angela tell you?"

"That you could manage five. Is that true?" she asked coyly.

"Mmm," I said with some pride because I knew I could although tonight I was less sure. The power of the two orgasms I'd had was far greater than any with Angela. She noticed.

"What is it?"

I laughed nervously, "I don't know how to say this really." It was a problem in the early stages of our relationship, how to say things. For me it was shyness I think.

"Come on. No secrets remember."

"Well I can manage five with Angela but I'm not sure . . . with you."

"Not sure?" she pouted, "now you've upset me." I don't think I had really, she was just playing but I hadn't leant that just then so I was distraught.

"Oh shit, no. I didn't mean . . . No. Oh bugger. Mum it's just that, well, tonight they were different. It was like nothing with Angela. Stronger, more powerful . . .," I struggled for the right word, "emotional."

"I know," she said with a smile, "I'm only teasing," then she gave the most outrageous pout that had an almost direct effect on my cock, "I do hope you'll be able to manage one more tonight," and she eased up to whisper in my ear, "you haven't had my arse yet have you?"

Well! JT shot to full readiness almost immediately. She must have felt something because she looked down, "Oh good," she said with the sexiest smile, "it looks as though you can. Must wait a bit though, not long," and she flicked the head with her finger in such a way that my erection disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. She had this way of almost being able to control my cock. She told me later that she'd learnt it. Men at the house paid for an hour of her time and if she could keep them 'on parade' she called it, for longer she usually got better tips.

"But John was nice. He was kind and enthusiastic at the start. He wasn't you," she said with feeling, "but he was the closest I could get." She took a deep breath. "I was reasonably happy now. I had John regularly until he went to college and I could imagine being with you. I knew it was wrong to think like that but I couldn't help it. Then Angela caught you and your book." She laughed, "She had such fun with you." She looked at me seriously, "You don't mind do you?"




The Women in My Life Ch. 03



(Hi,

Many thanks again to all those of you who have voted, commented, e-mailed: keep them coming! Sorry for the delay! This is the first part of the third Chapter of the middle part of the 'Miranda' trilogy! Yes, it might confuse but I think you know where we are. Mike's story picks up from the end of 'Joyce'. This is Kate – Mike's wife. However, before you start three WARNINGS:

1.This is a LONG story. It's novel length that's why I put it in the novel/novella category. Because of the length I'm going to post it in Parts. Part 1 is about Mike and Kate's 'courtship'. Sex doesn't appear until the end but there is a lot of detail about the two of them and some loose ends are tied up. I've put in chapter headings to help those of you who don't download or have much time to read - just search for 'Chapter' plus number. Please, you have been warned so don't feedback telling me it's too long – it isn't too long for me. It is, after all, about 20 years in a person's life!

2.This is FANTASY, my fantasy. I try to give the characters appropriate motivation for what they do but they don't live in the real world (oh that they did). Kate, rather obviously, is my ideal woman just as Mike is an idealised me. Sadly I don't meet the standards set in the story!

3.There is considerable CHARACTERISATION before and between the raunchy bits, particularly, as I said, at the start where I write about Mike meeting Kate. This is important in understanding how he feels about her. If you've read me before then you probably know what to expect. Later in the story there is more sex, some perhaps a little more hardcore (twosomes, threesomes, foursomes) and plenty of anal sex. Sorry, but that's my bag so, if that sort of thing is not for you, don't read this or, at least, avoid those bits; you will see them coming! Each chapter that contains sex has an asterisk * in the title so if you search for that it will take you to those chapters. The chapter head also gives an indication of the type of sex so, if you don't like that in particular you can avoid it – although it is difficult to be precise as, generally, there is an anal thread. There is no violence. For me violence is the true pornography

I hope you will persevere because, if you liked Miranda, Angela, and Joyce, you might like Kate! Had I met her, I most certainly would have married her!

Kate

Chapter 1:Interlude 1 – Work and House

So that was my first threesome with mum and Angela. It wasn't something we did often, they preferred my singular attention but it was exciting now and again. I'll take this opportunity to tell my story between this momentous weekend until I met my wife. 

As I wrote in an earlier chapter, poor old Ted Graham (the bookie) kicked the bucket about two months after mum and me happened. His wife managed to keep the licence and she asked me to manage the place. Not yet 19, I was pretty young but I got on well. Bookmaking suited my skills. I was sharp, good at noticing things, in life and on paper, so I was keen with the odds and gained a reputation for fairness, often bettering the nationals and so pulling trade. I didn't mind taking a chance on a hunch, mind you, I wasn't silly. I never went too big, better to win half a dozen small ones than risk one big one! I was good at laying off bets as well. That's really the main mark of a good bookie, knowing when to hold on and when to lay off. So I did well for dear old Mrs G. and she was pretty generous as well. What with that, and my private betting, I was making a considerable amount of money. 

I did this for just over a year before she decided to sell up. Her youngest daughter was following the others to New Zealand and she was going too. The shop was bought out by one of the national chains and, although they offered me the job of managing it, I decided that I'd had enough of bookmaking. I wanted something just a little bit challenging.

As manager of the local bookies I'd got to know many of the prominent people in the area, one of whom was the bank manager, Tom. When he heard that I was looking for another job he suggested that I try one of the City stockbrokers. He'd laughed and said that there wasn't much difference really between playing stocks and shares and playing the horses. You needed the same sort of skills. I liked the idea. It was a bit all 'nods and winks' but I got an interview and, when they heard I'd managed a bookies for nearly over a year, they were impressed enough to offer me a job on the floor.

Tom was right: there isn't much difference! Certainly not in the job I had, judging when to sell and buy. You had to have the same skills. Being able to notice small things and reach a conclusion without all the information, act on hunches but hunches based on some information, maybe not all. And you had to take chances. By nature, although you may be surprised, I'm not a gambler. Coming from someone who made a good living and a lot of money out of horses and stocks, I suppose that sounds strange but that's not really gambling. Gambling, in my opinion, is about taking a chance, usually a chance over which you have no control like a lottery, or Roulette, or Bingo, something like that. With horses and the stock market you have information. The skill is in making use of that information appropriately. I was lucky, I was good at it but it takes a lot of work.

I did well, before my 21st birthday I was one of the main men on the floor and dabbled in currency markets too. I was on good money and five figure bonuses. Things were going well.

Just before then I decided to ask mum, and Angela, if we could move. Camberwell was changing and I didn't like what it was changing into. I worried about them both. I often stayed in town overnight, particularly if I was entertaining a young lady. I'd got myself a little flat in the Barbican and I'd stay there if I had the prospect of getting my leg over. So, now and again, mum and Angela would be at home on their own. John was married now, had two kids would you believe, with another on the way, and he didn't see his mum that much.

I'd spotted a nice development in Dulwich, a suburb of South London, that was within walking distance of the local golf club – golf had become a major interest for me along with my cricket which I still played. There were only three houses, all very large with a lot of ground, totally different from where we lived then. So, one Sunday morning as I lay in bed with mum, I raised the issue.

"Mum, how do you feel about moving house?"

She didn't seem overly surprised but, "I don't know, we've lived here a long time.!

"Mmm," I said with a laugh, "over 20 years but mum," I went on more seriously, "it's changing. Look, I'm not happy with you, and Angela come to that, being on your own in the house quite so much and, well, you're not as safe on the streets as you used to be. Sorry mum, I just worry about you!"

She smiled and caressed my cheek, "Yes, you're a good son, in more ways than one. I suppose you're right really. It would be nice to have a garden Mike, I can't do much with this." All we had was a yard really, only a tiny patch of soil, but she did enjoy trying to make something of it. "But what about Angela? I wouldn't like leaving her on her own."

"No, neither would I. Mum, I thought she could come with us, you know, live in. You two would be together then."

She laughed, "Crafty bugger, you'd have us both in the same house!"

"Mmm," I said, "hadn't thought of that." Although Angela was almost 50 now I still found her attractive and I still made love to her. "How about it mum, can we talk it over?"

"Yes," she said, "have you anywhere in mind?"

So I told her about the development in Dulwich and the houses. "Why don't I ask Angela round this morning and we can discuss it?"

"Good idea. Now, how about holding me tight and kissing me!" Well, I always wanted to do that! So I did and we ended up making love again.

To cut a long story short, Angela was quite keen to move. She felt the changes more I think because she worked in the local Woolworth's. When I showed them the plans they were astonished at the size. There were five bedrooms, two with en-suite bathrooms, an enormous family bathroom, a lounge, dining room, study, downstairs shower room, kitchen, breakfast room, and utility room.

"Oh Mike," mum said, "this is fabulous but surely we can't afford something like this?"

"I'll buy it mum and give it to you. You and Angela can sell these houses and keep the money. You won't have to work unless you want to." I don't think either of them realised just how much money I was making and they were a bit surprised. 

"Mike," said mum, "we'll have to get new furniture, curtains, you know, everything. It'll be expensive."

"Mum, I can afford it. You two enjoy yourselves." So it was done and we moved six months later. It was a wonderful period for mum and Angela. For the first time in their lives they didn't have to worry about money, although old habits die hard and they were still careful. By the time they'd finished the house looked fabulous. I had a bedroom of my own and they each had a bedroom with an en-suite. As I didn't often sleep alone at home it wasn't a problem! They gave a fantastic house warming party that coincided with my 21st birthday so it was a marvellous occasion and, although I didn't know it at the time, an important one as well. 

So life went on. Now, happy that mum and Angela were safe, I would stay in town from Monday night until Thursday, coming home Friday after work. I led two lives really, the 'bachelor gay' (and I mean that in the old sense!) in the week and a stable 'family' man at the weekends. I worked very hard then building up my own business that I started just after we moved. Often I'd be at work until very late. I continued to date women and had numerous liaisons, some longer than others, but I still couldn't find that special feeling. I had money, and flash car, and a flat of my own so I had no difficulty in finding partners and I was something of a rake I suppose but I was careful. Aids wasn't really an issue then but VD was. That's mainly why I never stopped using condoms. I also had a check-up every six months. The last thing I wanted to do was to take something unwanted home to mum and Angela.

Yes, I was still sleeping (or rather not) with both of them. Mum was in her prime just then, her early forties were very happy years for her. She began to take an interest in the local community. She chided me about not finding a wife and I chided her about not getting another man.

"I don't want another man," she'd say, "I've got you. You're all the man I want."

Then we'd have our usual 'argument', well we didn't argue really, but she'd berate me for 'playing the field' saying I ought to settle down and I'd respond by saying that, if I did, she'd have to find someone else.

"I don't need that," she'd say, "I've had you all these years, that's enough."

I would make love to Angela as well. Not quite so often now, her desires were diminishing, but I still enjoyed them both. I know, I was in my early twenties and I was regularly fucking women well into middle age. It didn't matter to me, I loved them both, one far more than the other of course, but love them I did and I wanted them despite the fact that I was getting plenty elsewhere. I suppose that I have always had a large appetite for sex and I've been exceptionally lucky in being able to satisfy it.


Chapter 2:Interlude 2 – Business and Mum:

I was 22 when the next major event occurred. It was over Easter. John and his family, now four children, were staying with us as they often did. I was happy with that because their presence did satisfy some of mum's desire for grandchildren. Her and Angela sort of 'shared' the kids. John was happy with that and, as Mandy's parents had both passed away, she liked it as well. It also gave me the opportunity to play at being an 'uncle' and they always called me that. I'd taken John to the golf club for a round and we were sitting in the bar downing a bottle of good wine (we could walk home – one of the reasons I'd chosen the house in the first place) and chatting.

"Mike," he said pensively, "I know you don't like to talk business with golf but can I ask you something?"

"Sure, you know that John." I should say that I'd been quite generous to John. He was an electronics engineer and, although he was very good, clever and bright, he didn't get paid much so I'd helped him out with his house and things. Luckily he didn't resent it, we were very much like brothers you see, and by now I'd forgiven him for the letter to mum all those years ago.

He wanted to tell me about the ideas that he and the guy he was working with, a French-Canadian, had about computers. I won't go into detail but after several meetings it resulted in us forming a company with a third each based on their ideas and my money. I had to put £250,000 into the business because they had nothing but I didn't mind. I trusted John you see and my instincts, and my investigations, told me that this was a good idea. It also cemented our friendship again which helped us over some serious emotional problems in the future.

I kept my own investment company and, after expanding my office, ran the new company from there. Initially we had a research site in Southwark, just south of the river which John and Claude (our other partner) ran. It was dicey for 18 months and I had to find another £150,000 but, finally, we took off and after four years were really steaming. Claude pulled out then, he was homesick, so drifted off back to Canada, considerably richer I might add. We split his shares so I had 60% and John 40%. He was happy with that especially as I gave him the extra 7%!

By now my office had expanded and I had a PA, Heather by name. A very, very efficient woman in her twenties, married and expecting in about six months. I had two secretaries, a financial director, company secretary, and two assistants, so our office was 7 strong. Southwark had expanded to about 20 people dealing with R & D and marketing. Our third site, manufacturing mainly, was in the suburbs on an industrial estate employing nearly 60 staff. It was a fairly big organisation and we were making lots of money. Computers were beginning to take off and we were on board!

I was still spending weeknights in town, screwing around, still looking for Miss Right but unable to find her despite several quite long term relationships. I managed to bed quite a few of the girls who worked for us and got something of a reputation (as far as I understood) for being generous with money and good in bed. I didn't mess around with either of the two secretaries in my office. We have a saying where I come from, 'never crap on your own doorstep, it treads in', so although I was happy to dip into the talent at the research and factory sites, I never did at the office. 

Weekends were pretty much the same. I still regularly made love with mum and, only occasionally now, with Angela. Mum's desire had not in any was diminished and she was still as sexy and desirable as ever and, as she had been through the menopause, sex was even better because I didn't have to wear anything. My own need for sex hadn't diminished, nor had my ability. I could still manage several times a night, sometimes even four with mum but she was special. 

Mum, however, was becoming more concerned about my failure to find a partner. I was well over 26 now and I think she began to feel that it was my having sex with her that was the problem.

We were lying in bed one Sunday morning after another intense Saturday night of lovemaking. I'd noticed just a slight hesitation in her that night and I broached it with her.

"Mum, what's wrong? You didn't seem, oh I don't know, your usual self I suppose."

She was very serious as she sat up and looked down at me. She was naked and she was still bloody lovely! My eyes devoured her and she knew. "Mike," she said seriously, "Mike I'm worried about you."

"Worried? Why?"

"Oh Mike, you're 26 and still no wife. It's me, I know it's me. If we weren't doing this, sleeping together, you'd have a wife by now. It's my fault!" She seemed close to tears and I was surprised that it was affecting her this way. I wondered if it might be something else as well.

"Mum, I've told you before. What we do doesn't affect that. I see lots of girls. You know I've had two very close relationships." I had, one of nearly two years, the other just over a year, but neither, in the end, felt the same. I could never capture the same emotional feeling that I did with mum. Sex was fine, great, but that extra something was missing. "Mum," I said, "I could say the same. You haven't got another man have you. I know you've had 'suitors', especially since you started at Southwark." She worked for three days a week at the Southwark site in the marketing office. She had a bit of a knack in picking good ideas. I suppose that's where I got it from. I knew that one married guy had been very persistent. He was a bit of a slob and I was glad she'd seen him off. Recently she'd got to know our finance director. He was a very nice man about the same age as her, who'd lost his wife a couple of years before to cancer. I knew he was keen on her because he'd asked me if he could approach her. Why he asked me I don't know but I wasn't about to stand in her way so I encouraged him and tried to get them together in an offhand way.

"I have you," she said softly.

"Mum, if anything it's me that's holding you back. I know Joe Croft is interested in you, can't say I blame him really, and I know you've turned him down several times. Why mum?"

She looked scared now, "I don't know, oh Mike, it's been so long with another man, being with one other than you. How will they be, like those men I went out with when you were little? I couldn't stand that now, not after you. And you, you still haven't found anyone. Mike, it's difficult, so many emotions."

"Mum, we don't have to stop, not until we want to. Go out with Joe, see if you like him." I laughed, "A woman of your experience will be able to deal with him. He was married at 19 and faithful all his life. I should think you could eat him up in one go!"

She laughed back, "Mmm, but that was a long time ago."

"I don't think you've forgotten anything," I laughed, "certainly not with me!"

"You're awful." She smiled, "You're right. I have been thinking about him. He's a nice man, so polite, a real gentleman. I would like to go out with him. Do you mind?" Now I knew why she was upset. It was the possibility of us finishing. We both knew we would when I found a wife but I think she thought I may not and where would that leave me.

"Mind, mind, bloody hell, mum. Of course not. Nothing would make me happier than for you to find a husband. Oh mum," I said holding her tight, "go for it. What's to lose," then I laughed, "I don't think you'll have to fight Joe off. He might just need kick-starting."

She laughed, "Not like you then?"

"No," I said running my hands across her bottom, "certainly not like me," then I kissed her and we made love as always, softly and tenderly. Happily, she regained her usual poise and she did go out with Joe, but more of that later.

Chapter 3:Kate – the first meeting.

This discussion took place a couple of months before the 8th anniversary of Angela catching me with my little book, which I still had incidentally. Not that I used it any more, it was more of a keepsake. I always remembered that date, it was the start of so much for me. Oh, I didn't celebrate it or anything like that, just marked it with a cross in my diary so I could remember it.

We were expanding, taking on a couple of new research staff for Southwark, and John and I were conducting interviews. We were fairly modern about this, they were laid back affairs with soft office chairs and a coffee table. We had six candidates to see, 5 guys and one woman. We usually worked out the order by chance, pulling the names out of a hat then writing to them with times. By chance the woman was last. Her name was Katherine Rodgers. She was almost 21 at the time and had two years at university studying engineering but had given it up. Her application said she wanted to 'get her hands dirty' and was rather fed up with studying.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 02



The Women In My Life – Chapter 3
Part 2

Hi,
So here is Part 2 of the very long story about Kate.  More sex in this part but the main focus is anal so, if that isn’t for you, check each chapter before you read.  Also there is some reference to the incestuous relationship between Mike and his mother so beware that also (see TWIML, Ch.2.).

If you have read this series before you will know what to expect; if not please take the time to read the introduction to TWIML, Ch.3-Pt.1.  It is quite long but it does explain the story and that is quite important.  I prefer it if my readers know what is coming!

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Chapter 10:		Kate finds out about mum:  

It went on like that for the next three weeks.  She didn’t go home again but stayed with me at the house.  It was a non-stop feast of straight sex.  We made love in every room (I think), in every position, at every time of the day.  She was like a child in a candy store, she couldn’t get enough.  By the time mum came home I was a physical wreck!  I enjoyed every minute of course but, bloody hell, it was tiring.  We did manage to spend some time looking for somewhere to live after the marriage.  We decided to stay in the flat in town for the time being, although it wasn’t very comfortable it did save us from having to move straight away.
Mum was over the moon when she came back.  Now she was completely happy, married herself to a very nice (and virile she’d told me with a smile) man with the prospect of her son being married soon as well.  Surprisingly, Kate’s parent’s didn’t seem all that interested in her marriage and I became aware that she wasn’t very close to them, certainly not to her mother.  I discovered later that her mother had given up on her, thinking her gay, when she refused boys.  Kate told me that she’d never been able to talk to her mother about me or anything sexual.  I understood then why she got on so well with mum.
In a way it was good news because it allowed mum to take control, with Kate of course, for all the wedding preparations.  We didn’t want to wait, there seemed little point as we were bonking ourselves into and early bed.  We just wanted to make it legal as soon as possible.  We found a house (the one I live in now) not too far away – and within walking distance of my golf club (an absolute necessity) – so we bought that.  It wasn’t finished yet which allowed us a bit of leeway in the interior.  Kate and mum really enjoyed themselves.
John was to be my best man with his kids as bridesmaids and pageboys like with mum’s and Kate’s dad was giving her away.  All the arrangements were left to mum and Kate and they had a field day.  They spent an awful lot of time together and thereby caused the major problem before the wedding.
It was about three weeks before the day.  Poor old Joe was still having enormous problems with the American company that had held his investments and he had to go to the States for a week or so to sort it out.  He wanted mum to go with him but she had a terrible fear of flying then so stayed at home.  It was a Bank Holiday as I remember and Kate and I went to stay with mum while he was away.
I’d gone out to play golf with a few pals on Saturday afternoon leaving mum and Kate to continue their chats and planning.  I got back about five and immediately felt that something was wrong.  I made to kiss Kate but she turned away before I could.  Mum didn’t seem to notice anything so I just assumed Kate was unwell or something.  However, throughout dinner Kate didn’t seem herself, quiet and withdrawn.  I think mum noticed then and she raised her eyebrows questioningly a couple of times.
I cleared up while mum and Kate watched TV in the lounge.  I didn’t hear much talking which was unusual.  When I took coffee in the atmosphere seemed strained and I began to worry.  About 9.00 o’clock Kate suddenly said she was going to bed and left the lounge without kissing me which was very different from normal.
“Mum, what’s happened?”
“I don’t know Mike.  She was OK most of the afternoon.  We were chatting then she suddenly went quiet.”
“Shit!” I said. “something’s certainly wrong.  I’m going up to her.”  So upstairs I went to find her in my bedroom, not Angela’s old room that we usually used.  The light was out and as I entered I heard soft crying.
“Kate, Kate,” I said, “what is it?”
“Go away,” she mumbled through tears, “go away.”
I was beginning to panic and that meant anger set in.  I couldn’t deal with not knowing.  I leant forward and turned her head to me, “Kate!  You must tell me.  It isn’t fair.  Now tell me what is wrong!”
“You!” she said, “you and Joyce.”  She looked at me accusingly, “you’re lovers aren’t you.  You sleep together, make love together.  Fuck!”  She spat the last word out passionately and my world began to fall apart!  She knew, she’d found out.  How the hell?  Not mum surely?  No, impossible.  It must have been something mum said.  Kate wasn’t stupid and she was quite capable of putting two and two together and making four.  I had to say something.
“Kate, I’m not going to lie to you.  I didn’t want you to know because, well I guessed how you’d feel . . .”
“So it’s true, you are.  It’s, it’s . . . unnatural!” and she started to cry again and turned her head away as if she couldn’t bear to look at me.
I reached for her again.  I needed to look at her although it was dim, I needed to see her face.  “Kate, listen!  Yes it’s true.  We were lovers but not now.  Honestly Kate!  It stopped when she started seeing Joe.  You must believe that!”
“I don’t care.  It’s so wrong.  Oh god!  Why, why?  Oh go away, please go away!”  I was beginning to crumble now, my world, my love for her, disappearing into the mist of my past.  How to deal with this.  As ever I could think of only one way so I said to Kate, “Kate darling, I love you more than anything but in this you mustn’t judge.  Mustn’t judge me or mum,” and I left the room to speak to mum.
“What is it Mike,” she said as I came in.  She saw that something was seriously wrong from the look on my face.
“She knows mum, knows about us!”
“Oh bloody hell,” she said, “how?”
“I don’t know,” I said, “she just said to me ‘you and Joyce are lovers aren’t you?’.  I can’t lie to her mum, that would be the wrong way to start our marriage but she seems disgusted.  She’s up there in my old room crying.”
Mum took a deep breath and was quiet for a moment.  “She’ll have to know Mike, know all about me then perhaps she’ll understand.  She loves you and this must be a terrible shock for her but if I explain about me, about us, about Angela, about John, everything, perhaps she’ll see it through fresh eyes.”  Now mum seemed down, “Oh heck Mike, I always worried that this would happen.  I’ll go and see her.  I think we can talk OK even now.”
“Mum, are you sure.  It’s a lot for you and will she be able to deal with me and Angela, John and you.”
She smiled sadly, “Well,” she said, “we’ll find out won’t we.  I don’t think there’s any other way Mike.  If she knows everything at least she can begin to understand how we felt,” she reached up and stroked my cheek, “and still feel, about each other.”
“I told her it had stopped after Joe,” I said, “but that didn’t seem to change her feelings.”
“No.  She needs to know it all I think.  If she does she can make up her own mind.  Mike, it’s a risk and it may take a long time.  Sleep on your own tonight, I’ll take her with me if I can and you go out tomorrow; all day.  It’ll give us time to sort her feelings out and mine,” she added.
“Mum, this is hard for you.  To live it all again.”
She smiled, “No, I don’t mind.  Sometimes it’s nice to go over old ground.  I’ve told you, I don’t regret any of it and the memories are, for the most part, good and,” she smiled her sexy smile, “exciting!”  With that she went upstairs.
All was quiet for a while then I heard doors close and movement in mum’s bedroom.  Then mum’s head round the door.  “We’re going to bed,” she said, “she’s stopped crying and she is listening so it might be OK.  Remember, out tomorrow before we get up.  It’s best if you leave it to me.”
I nodded, I was happy to.  Well not happy but I didn’t have much choice did I, and I was confident that mum would do her best.
Of course I didn’t sleep much that night.  I spent most of it on the settee trying to read but managing only a couple of pages.  So much rested upon this night and tomorrow.  Could mum’s explanation bring Kate back?  I didn’t want to think about it not happening.  Come morning I made myself some breakfast then off to the golf club.  I’d nothing booked but there were a few trio’s of people I knew who didn’t mind a fourth.  In the end they were all quite happy because, although normally I play off four, today I was so bad that I couldn’t manage anything.  It cost me a lot of drinks and a lunch but, at least, it took my mind off what might be happening at home.
Finally I couldn’t stand not to know any longer so I went home about 4.30.  As I walked up the drive to the house it didn’t seem any different but I knew that what had taken place inside would have a profound effect on my life one way or another.  So, by the time I got to the front door, my throat was dry, my head ached with the wine I’d drunk (probably too much), and my stomach had an awful empty feeling.  The house was quiet as I entered and I carried with me a tension in the air that was almost palpable.  How had it gone?  Was Kate even still here?  How was mum.  Here was the prospect of the two women I loved in conflict and both upset.
Then the tension lifted from my body, I the ripple of laughter coming from the lounge.  Relief surged across my body and I felt light-headed, happy at the sound.  Tentatively I opened the lounge door further to find them sitting together on the settee.  Mum had just finished talking and Kate was laughing, “You didn’t,” she said in surprise.
“Mmm, I did,” said mum laughing back.
Then Kate noticed me and she looked solemn.  Getting up she walked over, put her arms round me, and kissed my lips.
“Oh Mike, I’m so sorry,” she said pulling away, “I shouldn’t have acted like that.  It wasn’t fair.  Am I forgiven?” she ended with a great big pout.
I laughed as relief surged across my body again, “Forgiven?  Kate, my love, I’d forgive you anything!”
That elicited a little tear from her and another kiss as she dragged me over to sit down next to her.  “Mum and I have had an awfully long chat,” she said with a look at mum that clearly indicated that, perhaps, just a little more than a chat had taken place over the last few hours.
“Good,” I said serious now, “Kate, you do understand don’t you?”  I had to explain to her as well.  “Kate, I love Joyce as a mother and as a woman,” I looked across to mum and she smiled. I suspect she must have prepared Kate for me to say this, she knew me so well.  “But Kate, darling Kate, although I love her I won’t ever make love to her again.  You must understand and believe that.  Joyce is my mum now, and will be and I love you, you’re the woman I want to make love to.  Please Kate . . .?”
She caressed my cheek, “Yes,” she said, “I understand.”  She smiled at mum, “Mum has told me everything.  Everything about herself, about you two, and,” she fixed me with her eyes, “about you and Angela.”  I took a deep breath and went to speak.  “No,” she said, “listen!  She told me about her and John as well and,” now she looked just a little embarrassed, “about her and Angela.  I know everything Mike and I do understand.  I understand her frustration because I felt something like that about you and I understand her love for you because I feel that as well.  It’s in the past Mike.  I know you won’t ever forget it but I hope you can share it with me,” she looked at mum, “both of you,” she blushed again, “like today.”
I raised my eyebrows questioningly and mum just smiled.  They’d made love, I thought.  Now Kate was her playful self again, “Anyway,” she said in mock seriousness, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, no several bones,” she added with a smile as she poked me in the chest with her finger.
“Oh,” I said smiling back, “and what might they be?”
“Well,” she said glancing over at mum, “you’ve been hanging back.   You haven’t told me everything.”  She was putting me through the mill again but she was playful so I wasn’t too worried.
“About what?”
“Sex,” she said with a great big smile.
I laughed back at her, “Sex?” I said.
“Yes,” now she looked at mum who smiled and nodded.  “You didn’t tell me about all the other things we could do.”
I looked at mum, “Like what?”  They had obviously been talking a great deal.
“Like my bottom,” she said with a coquettish look, “Joyce says you like that.  Is that true?”
I grabbed her, kissed her, and ran my hands over the smooth curves of her glorious bottom.  “Oh yes,” I said, “I like it a lot.”
“She says you’re very good at it.”
I laughed, “Now you’re embarrassing me!”
“Come on Mike,” mum laughed, “you know you are!”
“Well,” I said, “I’ve had good teachers!”
“I want to do that,” said Kate making my stomach turn and my cock leap at the thought, “and Joyce said that she would help me.”  I looked at mum questioningly.
“I told her about the times I helped young and inexperienced wives learn all about sex,” mum said, “and she thought that I could help her.”  
I looked at them both in astonishment.  “Both of you, in the bedroom, together, how, errrr, oh my god!” I managed to finally blurt out.  My mind was racing away with the idea of having Kate while mum watched.  Would she take part?  With Kate?  I knew she wouldn’t with me.  Well, I wouldn’t want that either.  Oh heck, of course I would but it wasn’t possible now, nor desirable.  I must have stood there with my mouth open because they both began to laugh.
“Oh Mike, you should see your face,” said Kate laughing then she kissed me.  “And you didn’t tell me about using my mouth either, just like you do to me.  Why not?” she asked suddenly then with a great big pout, “don’t you like me?”  She was teasing me with that phrase.
Why not?  That was a good question.  “Kate, Kate darling.  Look, this is difficult to explain.”  Despite the pout affecting me as it usually did, I was embarrassed before these two women I loved.  “It’s not that I didn’t want to do all those things but, well, I was scared.”
“Scared??” they both said together.
“Yes.”  I looked at Kate then took her hands in mine, “Kate, I love you so much I didn’t want to scare you away, put you off.  Having you near, holding you, looking at you, being with you, making love to you, all mean so much to me that I wasn’t willing to risk scaring you by introducing all those, errr, variations.”
“That’s nice,” she said.  Then she turned to mum, “What do you think?”
Mum smiled, “Yes, he’s like that,” she said, discussing me as if I wasn’t there.  “I expect he wants you very badly you know.”
“Mmm,” said Kate with a thoughtful look then another pout, “Do you?”
“Kate, Kate, I want you more than anything!”
“Good!” she said with a smile, “because tonight and tomorrow I expect you to have me,” she turned and looked at mum who nodded, “have me every way you’ve always dreamed.”  She took a deep breath, “And every way you’ve ever had Joy!”
I looked at mum in panic because I had had my mother in every way possible.  Kate must have noticed.  “She told me everything Mike, everything you’ve ever done together.  I wanted to know, I had to know because I love you and I want to give you everything that Joy ever did and Joy’s going to be there, helping.” I looked at mum and she nodded and smiled.  “You don’t mind do you Mike, she’s going to show me the ropes,” she added with a big smile.
“Now,” she said matter-of-factly, “I’m going to start dinner, OK Joyce?”
“Mmm, I’ll be out in a minute.”  That was what was so marvellous about Kate in those early days.  She realised my need, and mum’s, to be able to talk to each other.  “Well?” said mum turning to me with a smile on her face.
I was having difficulty taking it all in really.  Mum, mum and Kate, Kate behaving like that.  “I don’t know what to say mum, what happened?  I can’t believe how she’s reacted.”
“Sit down for a minute.  I told her I’d have to explain to you so she won’t worry.  I told her everything Mike, about me, the ‘houses’ in Paris, about me and men when you were little, and how I felt about you.”
“You told her that?” I asked surprised.
“I had to Mike, to make her see why it happened as it did.  Why I couldn’t resist you later.  I think she understood most of those feelings because she had them about you for years.  I told her about sharing Stan, then about the pact that we made about you and John.”
“How did she take that?”
“She understands Mike.  She yearned for you for so long, much of it in a ‘school-girlish’ way but she knows about wanting, desire.  She’s a very hot young woman Mike,” she smiled, “a lot like I was at that age!  Well, perhaps I was a bit younger but I started earlier.  She laughed when I told her how Angela ‘caught’ you with your book.  By the way,” she added laughing, “she wants to see that book.  Have you still got it?”
I laughed back, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have.  Mind you,” I added, “I haven’t looked at it for a good few years.”
“It was difficult when I got on to telling her about us.  I explained about John’s letter and how it made me feel.”  She looked sad now as she relived that moment then she cheered up.  “Then I told her how you reacted, how you said you were the man of the house and you’d look after me – in my bed as well!  At first she couldn’t believe you’d said that but I think she knows you well Mike, because when she thought about it she wasn’t surprised that you reacted like that.
“I told her that I just couldn’t resist the temptation.  I’d wanted you all those years and here you were.  It was too much.  I cried a little bit then and she was very good, she comforted me and said she understood.  She said she was sorry for judging us both it was just the surprise I suppose.”
“What did you do for the rest of the time?”
Now mum looked a little guilty.  “She wanted to know all about the ‘house’.  What went on there, what I did.  I told her all about having men in my bottom: how I was trained like that so as not to get pregnant, and how to use my mouth.  She surprised me because she said you didn’t do any of that with her.  I guessed why when she told me.”  She fixed me with her eyes, “You love her very much don’t you?”
I took a deep breath, “Yes mum, I do.  It’s like I told her, I can’t stand the thought of not having her near, not being able to look at her, talk to her, make her happy.  I worried that if I was too demanding, you know, in bed she might take flight.  She was a virgin, total virgin you know.”
“I guessed,” she laughed.  “She is naïve, inexperienced, but she wants to learn, to please you.  She loves you just as much you know and she is just as frightened of losing you if she’s not ‘up to it’ in bed.  That’s why, when I told her that sometimes I’d go out to a client’s house to train his young wife in all sorts of sex, she said she wanted me to do that for her.”  Now mum looked at me, “I’ll be there Mike, there while you make love to her.  Is that OK?”




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 02



I smiled and stroked her cheek, “Mmm but what about you?”
“I’ll be all right,” she said with a smile, “I’ll be watching you and dreaming!”  We still wanted each other you see.  You can’t feel that way about someone for all that time and just dismiss it but we’d agreed to put it behind us for the sake of our partners.
Now I smiled, “You two made love today didn’t you?  I can tell.”
Mum smiled, “Yes we did.  Mike she is so like me.  Now she’s found sex she enjoys it so much.  Oh she’s not a nymphomaniac or anything like that, I’m sure she can take it or leave it but when she can she enjoys it to the full.  I told her about women in the ‘house’ and about Angela and things just happened.”  She looked at me, “We might tonight.  Is that OK?”
Well mum and Angela had often continued on after I had given up the ghost or while I was ‘recharging’ so that didn’t bother me.  OK, you may say, but Kate was going to be your wife, did you really want this.  Two things to say really, (and Miranda knows this).  One, you don’t own the person you love.  If you truly love them all you really want is for them to be happy.  If Kate was happy making love to mum then who was I to stop her.  I’m not the jealous type – no that’s not true!  I am jealous but I won’t let that stop the one I love from being her own person.
Secondly, I loved them both and if they wanted to enjoy themselves I wouldn’t gainsay that.  Anyway, occasionally watching mum and Angela would entice JT into an encore performance.  You see, it’s all about enjoying sex with the ones you love.  In this case, I couldn’t enjoy mum any more but Kate could.  In a way I could enjoy mum through Kate and mum could enjoy me through Kate.  We all knew what was going on, we were all grown up so there really wasn’t a problem.
“Of course it is mum,” I smiled, “I’m looking forward to seeing it!”
She laughed, “You are terrible!  Now go to her.”  You see, she was still my mum first!  I went into the kitchen and Kate was standing at the table preparing some vegetables.  
Walking up behind her I covered her eyes with my hands, “Guess who?” I said with a smile.  She turned and smiled, melting into my arms.
“I’d recognise that erection anywhere,” she said laughing.  Well I was quite hard after all this discussion about tonight and she must have felt it.
“It’s for you!”
“I should hope so!” she said with a smile then more seriously, “I want you, you know, like that.  I want you every possible way.  I love you and I’m sorry for last night but I was so shocked, it just hit me all wrong.”
I kissed her, “All in the past now.  Kate,” I said seriously, “are you sure?  Sure about tonight.  It’s not easy you know,” I laughed wryly, “it’s one of the occasions when size does matter.”
She kissed me and stroked my cheek, “I know,” she said, “and I know it will probably hurt but Joy says that she can make it a bit easier,” she smiled, “and she did say that it can get better.  I do so hope I like it,” she said with a pout that caused a sudden interest in JT, “because I know you do!”
“Mmm,” I said slowly, “Kate, are you sure about mum being there?”
“She has to be Mike, to help me through the first few times,” then she stroked my cheek, “she wants to be there Mike, you must know that.  She still loves you and she still wants you like that.  You know that don’t you?”
I took a deep breath, this was dangerous ground but I had to tell her the truth.  “Yes,” I said, “I know that and Kate, oh Kate I have to say this, I still want her as well but nothing, nothing would induce me to do anything about it.  That’s the truth darling.  I love you, love you more than anything and I won’t let anything jeopardise that.”
“I know,” she said smiling softly, “I know that now.  We had such a long talk Mike.  I understand everything now.  Joy is a remarkable woman,” she smiled again then pensively, “I wish I had had her as my mum.”  She took a deep breath, “Now, out.  Let me get on with dinner.  Joy,” she said plaintively as mum walked into the kitchen, “he won’t leave me alone!”
Mum laughed, “Come on Mike, out!”  So I left them to it.
Between them they cooked a lovely meal that evening and I did my best to enjoy it but I was constantly thinking about later on and the two of them in the bedroom.  I knew it wouldn’t be like mum and Angela together because I wouldn’t make love to mum but the idea of Kate being ‘prepared’ for me was almost to overwhelming.  I just wondered what they had in mind.  The other problem was Kate.  She was so bloody sexy it wasn’t true.  Even just sitting there eating she managed to turn me on.  The way she chewed, took food into her mouth, looked at me, smiled, laughed, swallowed, just sat, all seemed geared solely to excite me.  Mum looked on in amusement I think.  I’m sure she primed Kate and I suppose that the sex they had had earlier had made Kate even sexier.

Chapter 11:		Aftermath – 01 - Oral*:  
Note: There is an ongoing reference to the anal sex that is the aim of the evening.

Finally the meal was over and cleared away and I made coffee and liqueurs in the lounge.  Then it was just sitting listening to music while Kate just, sort of, wound me up.  Next to me on the sofa she began by undoing my shirt and using her hands to stroke my skin, so sexy.  At the same time she kissed my neck and ears, nibbling my earlobe.  All this, known by mum and Kate, to guarantee a very large erection.  Trouble was, she didn’t touch that at all and she wouldn’t allow me to touch her.
“I’m working on you,” she said with a sexy smile and continued.  Thankfully (!?) it didn’t last too long because, after a while of enjoying herself doing this she turned to mum and said, “Now?”
“Are you ready?”
A deep breath, “Yes, I’m ready !”
“Come on then.  Mike, I’ll call you,” mum said with a sexy smile.  I nodded dry mouthed.  This was going to be unbelievable.  I sat for a while, guessing they would be quite some time, then showered and put on a silk dressing gown.  I sat in the lounge trying to control my nervousness.  Yes nerves.  I had no idea of what they had planned.  I knew it would be good but, heck, Kate being ‘prepared’!!
I should explain really, I suppose, about what happened over the next two days – and the following weekend.  For me, it was the second most exciting experience of my life after that last weekend with mum.  I know it seems surprising that a young woman who was only introduced to sex a few months before could become so, well I don’t know how to explain it really, sensual, sexual, almost ravenous.  They were long, long sexual experiences that left us all completely shattered but enough, now to write about the first occasion!
Time passed, slowly it seemed but then it always does when you’re waiting, then mum’s head round the door.  “She’s ready Mike.  I’m in charge, OK?  It’s like I was teaching her for you.  Remember?”
“Heck mum, this is going to be bloody difficult,” I laughed, “I hope she’s got the hang of stopping me!”
“Oh, I think she has.” Then she said seriously, “Mike she’s very intense about this.  I don’t think there will be any bounds to what she wants to do.  Perhaps not tonight but tomorrow as well.  She wants everything Mike, every position, every experience.  I know it will be difficult because she is so wanton.  Try to be your gentle, kind self and don’t be too hard on her.  I’ll try to calm her down, hold her back a little but I don’t hold out much hope,” she ended with a laugh.  “God Mike, she is such a sexy lady!   Now come on and do as you’re told!”  Well, I wasn’t going to argue was I?  I followed mum upstairs noting that she was wearing a lovely Japanese silk housecoat: one that she’d worn so often.  Her hips swayed invitingly as she climbed the stairs in front of me, as she had done so many times before, and I was hit by this strange feeling of, a sort of, subdued desire.  It’s difficult to explain really but imagine you are following the woman you have loved for almost nine years, and still love, upstairs to be ‘introduced’ to the woman you love and want to spend the rest of your life with.  Confused?  I was, bloody confused!  Mind you, that was in my head.  JT wasn’t confused at all, just at full steam ahead for the coming fray!
Then my mind drifted to what was mum wearing?  Was she fully clothed underneath the housecoat?  Surely not.  If she and Kate did make love tonight she’d want to be ready.  That really set me off.  She’d be wearing bra and panties I thought.  Now I was faced with the mental image of mum dressed like that and, by god, I wanted her just then even with the prospect of Kate upstairs.  Again I faced the challenge of this evening.  How the hell was I going to cope with this?
As we got to the bedroom door mum turned, “Just lay on the bed Mike darling.  She’s in the en-suite and she’ll come out when I call.  Don’t move, just watch!” she ended making me wonder what was in store.
In the bedroom I eased myself onto the bed, leaning on the pillows that had been conveniently placed, and awaited my fate!  Mum opened the en-suite door and softly called, “Kate, he’s here,” then turned to me.  “Watch and enjoy!”
Kate walked into the room and my breath left my body in a rush.  She was adorable.  Beautiful and incredibly sexy.
Mum had dressed her in black.  A black bra gently cupped her breasts, supporting just a tiny amount.  The suspender belt was strange; made with straps that showed her skin between.  Black stockings held by the belt with 4 inch heeled bedroom slippers graced her legs.  Her knickers, worn over the belt, were a cross between panties and a thong.  My god, she was unbelievably sexy and sensuous.
I made to get up and hold her.  “No,” mum said with a smile and her hand on my chest, “you just look!”
Well mum was in charge wasn’t she so, after an appealing look that resulted in a soft smile, I laid back on the bed and watched Kate – it was worth it!  The shoes complemented her long legs and made her bottom tighter than usual causing my excitement levels to rise even higher.  Kate walked across the end of the bed then turned to face me.  Her smile was one of complete confidence and love.  She looked at me in a strange way, totally possessive as if she owned me completely.  She seemed to ‘eat’ me with her eyes.  The only way I can describe it really is to mention an actress.
Have you ever seen Angie Dickinson in Rio Bravo.  In my view she was one of the sexiest ladies that ever graced the silver screen and the way she looks at John Wayne on occasion in that film is the way Kate looked at me.  Believe me, it’s devastating!  And remember, Kate was wearing far less than Angie!
Now she began to pose, directed all the time by mum who would tell her how to stand.  Sometimes one leg on the bed, sometimes bending forward but, not yet anyway, showing me her gorgeous derriere.  After a while of this very pleasant torture during which mum smacked my hand away from a gentle caress of JT saying with a laugh, “Later, later, Mike.  That’s for Kate,” mum said to her, “Now Kate, take them off now and show him.”
My throat dried up as I watched Kate turn, hook her thumbs around the waistband of her knickers, and ease them down.  As she did she bent at the waist and I caught sight of her bottom for the first time that evening.  
She was ‘wearing’ a butt plug!!  I looked at mum questioningly.  “Yes,” she said with a smile, “yes she is.  She’s getting ready to take you there.  Show him Kate.”
Now Kate turned fully away from me and bent at the waist.  One hand reached back, grasped the flange preventing the plug going right inside and gently eased it out.  It wasn’t a very big plug and I recognised it as one that had spent some time in my arse in the past.  About three inches long and only ½ inch across, it was very much the ‘starter’ in the range of plugs and dildos that mum and Angela had amassed.  I watched breathlessly as she worked the plug in and out of her bottomhole almost having a crisis as I imagined my cock breaching that tight anal ring.
“Don’t you dare,” said mum with a laugh then to Kate, “Kate darling, I think we ought to move on.  Put it back for a while and come and suck his cock.  Remember,” she added, “don’t let him cum until you’re ready and I say.”  Kate nodded.  It was strange really, neither Kate nor I spoke much that evening but we passed messages with our eyes and our bodies.  Kate told me later that my eyes were devouring her and she was on the point of orgasm for most of the evening as she looked at me.
So now Kate knelt on the bed and crawled up to me.  All the while her eyes had that same look, as if she couldn’t get enough of me.  Well, now she was about to eat me up literally!  She stopped with her head level with my groin and just knelt there looking down at my erection and licking her lips in the most provocative way.  Looking at mum, who nodded, she took my cock in one hand and, with the other, clasped the base as I’d shown her and I’m sure mum had emphasized.  It was lucky she did because as soon as her hand, seeming so wonderfully cool, touched my erection I felt the need to cum: cum in bloody gallons!
“Fuck Kate darling,” I managed to say.  She smiled and gripped the base of my cock hard.  Now she began to masturbate me slowly and tenderly, all the while with her eyes fixed on my cock.  Soon I was leaking pre-cum and her eyes widened as she watched.  “Use your tongue Kate, taste him but be careful,” mum said with a smile.
Bending her head forward, Kate licked the end of my cock to taste the pre-cum.  “Oh shit Kate.  Kate, oh god!”  She quickly squeezed the base of my cock and prevented an early end to her first cock-sucking experience!  She licked around the head some more, apparently savouring the taste of me, before she lifted her head and said to mum, “It tastes nice.  I like it.”  
Mum smiled, “Good.  I can guarantee you’ll get plenty more where that came from!”
“Mmm,” murmured Kate as her head bent again.  I should say that Kate had a wonderful head of hair then and I couldn’t see very much as it hid her workings on my cock but I could certainly feel her hands and mouth!  She continued to gently masturbate me and lick the end of my cock for a while.  
I was longing for her to take it inside when mum said, “Now Kate, take him now.”  Kate’s warm mouth encircled my cockhead and sucked it inside – it felt like heaven!  I could feel her lips encircling my cock just below the head and her tongue washing around the end.
“Oh my god Kate, Kate!”  She recognized another crisis and squeezed.  That stopped me and now I could concentrate on the gorgeous feelings being generated by Kate’s mouth and tongue.  Little did I know but things were going to get even more exciting!
“Move round now Kate.  Mike,” mum said turning to me, “move down a bit.  Let Kate cover you.”  I knew what she meant.  She wanted us in a ‘69’.  As I’ve written, not usually my favourite because of control but now, well!  Kate moved herself round, all the time sucking and licking my cock, until she could straddle my head.  Her wonderful pussy was inches away and I did what came naturally!  I licked and sucked.  Concentrating on her meant I could enjoy her mouth without quite so much worry but it was made all the more exciting by the presence of the butt plug just inches from my eyes.
Then mum’s hand appeared and began to slowly and gently ‘fuck’ Kate in the arse with the plug.  Kate’s mouth left my cock and her head rested on my thigh as we both pleasured her.  After a while a shudder rocked her body and my face was flooded in her liquid.  Next mum slowly pulled the butt plug completely out and, a few moments later, presented a larger one to her tight little ring.  This one was about 4½ inches long and ¾ of an inch across – quite bit for a novice I thought but I assumed they had discussed all this beforehand.
By now mum had moved so she was kneeling just above my head and reaching down to fuck Kate’s arse with the plug.  I could see all of her body and I could smell her arousal.  You have no idea how erotic this was.  Mum gently teasing Kate’s tight rosebud with the plug, easing the end inside her just inches away from my face and, beyond that, mum’s body dressed only in bra and panties.  It was all I could do to hold on, not to reach up and caress mum’s body but, but I knew that it would be wrong so I just concentrated on Kate’s lovely pussy and on teasing her to yet another orgasm.  I watched as the plug slid into Kate’s tight anus, her ring muscle stretching to accommodate the diameter of the plug which was shaped more like a cock than the normal fat plugs you sometimes see in adult movies.  I could see the lube mum used helping to ease the plug’s journey.
Gently and softly mum used the plug on Kate as I continued to lick and suck her pussy.  Kate was sighing and moving her loins slowly in time with mum’s movements.  Occasionally I would feel her mouth or tongue on my cock but she was concentrating on her own pleasure for the moment.  Then a shudder that rocked her whole body followed by a soft moan as a massive orgasm hit her.  She flooded my face with liquid again and slid off me sideways.
“You’re wet,” mum laughed as she threw me a face cloth then knelt down by Kate’s head.
“Are you all right darling,” she whispered, “do you want to stop?”
Kate turned her head and smiled, “Oh no, no.  What next?” and she looked at me and pouted.  “I haven’t, you know, tasted him yet.”
“No,” said mum laughing and moving down next to her, “better do that soon before he explodes!  Now, sideways on and let him see you sucking; and Kate, when you can, look into his eyes.”
I quickly eased some pillows under my head and gazed down at Kate as her mouth covered my cock.  “Oh fuck Kate, hell,” was all I could manage.
“Quick Kate, stop him.  You just wait a little while, devil,” mum said smiling at me, “you know it’ll be all the better for waiting.”  Well I did but that didn’t make it any easier!
Kate worked on my cock, gently sucking the head for a while then probing my tiny hole with her tongue before she took more inside.  Her mouth was a warm, wet paradise and her tongue; well it felt soft and gentle as it washed my cock.  Now I could feel the back of her mouth on my cockhead – surely she wasn’t going to swallow?  No. 
“No Kate,” mum said,  “it’s too early for that.”
Kate lifted her head from my cock, “But I want to, to try anyway!  You did it for him.”
Mum stroked her head and, smiling, said, “Mmm, I know I did but I had a lot of practice.  We’ll try that tomorrow.  Now you minx,” mum smiled at me as she used my pet name for them both, “the time has come.  I don’t think we can keep him back for much longer.”
Now Kate started on my cock in earnest!  First gently wanking me but keeping control, and her mouth down to my balls to wash them with her tongue.  Then sucking each ball in turn.  “Hell Kate, oh bloody hell!” was all I could manage as she left my balls and returned her mouth to my cock.  Working hard now, she formed her mouth into a round and moved her head quickly on my erection.  I wondered briefly where she’d learnt this, mum I supposed, but not for long as my orgasm began to build.
“Please Kate, please,” I begged her then, out of the corner of my eye, saw mum nod and smile.  Kate released her hold at the base of my cock, looked up into my eyes, and sucked hard while her tongue washed my cockhead.  The inevitable happened.  I thrust upward into her mouth as the first pulse of semen shot along my cock and my balls exploded in an agony of pleasure.  A look of surprise crossed her face as the semen must have hit her mouth but, bless her, she held on for the second.  Like the first, this was a shot from a gun and a long pulse.  She had to pull away as her mouth filled with spunk.
“Keep wanking him,” mum said quickly as I continued to thrust upwards and ejaculate semen towards Kate’s face.  I watched as strings of cum hit her cheek, chin and neck.  Then spunk started to dribble from the corner of her mouth – that brought a last pulse, almost as strong as the first, that hit her half open mouth.  Hell, I was spent.  I hadn’t cum as hard as that for a long time.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 02



“Kate, oh Kate, I’m sorry!” I said feeling I had gone too far but she just smiled and moved towards me.  Then her tongue, covered in my cum, poked out between her lips.  Opening her mouth, she showed me my offering then, after swirling it round with her tongue, she swallowed it.
“Mmm, that was nice,” she said with a big smile, “you taste nice.”  Then to mum, “Do you want to taste some?”  Well her face was covered in cum so I suppose there was plenty to share!  Me, well I was out of it for a while.  Mum looked at me and I smiled and nodded so she crawled over to Kate and they moved to the other side of the bed.  I just laid back and watched.
As I’ve written before, I enjoy watching the women I love making love to each other and now I was treated to a show.  This was an experienced woman teaching her partner how to enjoy all girl sex.  I won’t go into detail just to say that, watching mum lick the spunk from Kate’s face then them passing it mouth to mouth before swallowing it was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen two woman do.  Kate seemed to be naturally at home with mum as they danced their passionate way to orgasms.  




Chapter 12:		Aftermath – 02 - Straight*:  
Note: There is an ongoing reference to the anal sex that is the aim of the evening.

My own orgasm had been quite something.  Being ‘kept on the boil’ like that means the final release is something else and it can be a bit debilitating so I was glad of the time to recover, to prepare for the ‘fray’, as it were.  Eventually their convoluted lovemaking ended in passionate orgasms and they lay quiet for a few minutes.  Still yes but their eyes and mine locked together as we shared emotions, smiling and sighing together.  Then mum leaned and whispered in Kate’s ear, what I didn’t hear, but it resulted in Kate moving over to me and kissing my lips.
“I want to be made love to!” she said, “and I want you to do it now,” she added with an almighty pout followed by her tongue poking out at me.  
Well!!
I dragged her head back down and kissed her full on the lips.  A tender but passionate kiss that told her how much I loved her then, “Lay back darling and I will.”
She smiled a sensual smile then, with a glance at mum, lay on her back looking up at me.  Time for me to move!  Kissing her face and mouth, my hands wandered to her wonderful boobs.  As I’ve said, not large but with glorious nipples that were already as hard as acorns.  She sighed into my mouth and whispered, “Kiss them, please.  I want you to kiss them, bite them, show me you love them!”
“Oh, I do,” I said with a slow smile and moved my head to worship at her breasts.  I don’t know whether the plug in her bottom was keeping Kate at a high all the time but she was so, so sensual.  As my mouth covered her nipple she sighed and shuddered in orgasm, her hands holding my head to her breast.
“Oh god yes Mike darling.  Suck, please, suck.  Oooohhhhh,” as I did so then, “bite them, please.  Oh yes, yes.  Harder, harder.  Oh bloody hell, that’s good!  Oh dear god, keep doing that please.”  So I did. I was enjoying bringing her to orgasm like this.  Not primarily a ‘boob man’ I enjoyed a woman’s breasts (still do!), particularly those of the women I loved, so I was happy to spend as long as she wanted there.  I realised that it was important tonight that Kate was completely relaxed.  It was obvious she was determined to take me anally and I knew that spending time on her would make it easier.  So I sucked, kissed, and bit her boobs and her nipples until she gently pushed my head downwards.
“There now, please,” she muttered breathlessly so I kissed across her lovely dome of a tummy and into her pubic hair, pulling that gently with my teeth.  Now Kate was becoming impatient, thrusting her pussy up into my face with her hands holding my head.  She was becoming so excited now as she writhed and moaned, “Oh yes, yes, lick me there.  I want you!  Please do it NOW!!”
I felt the bed move and, looking up, saw that mum had come across and was whispering in her ear.  Kate calmed a little – mum had spoken to her.  I realised that mum had calmed her down and I remembered that she’d told me about times when it all gets too much.  It had happened to her a couple of times in Paris.  She’d been so excited, worked up, and intense that the pleasure had almost turned to pain.  On one occasion she’d gone so far with two men that she’d been hurt trying to get even more feeling out of the situation so she was well aware that Kate could be trying too hard, getting swept up in the eroticism of the situation.  I could see that mum was stroking her hair and still whispering in her ear and I could feel that Kate was calming.  Still high, still close to orgasm, but not so wanton I suppose.
I only really thought about all this afterwards, just now I was going to feast on her pussy, soaking wet with all her orgasms, lips full and clitoris enlarged.  It was gorgeous!  My tongue explored the folds of her vagina causing sighs, more muted now as mum kept her feet on the ground, as it were, but still showing the pleasure she was enjoying.  I seemed to lose myself in the delights of her pussy, her vagina, her clitoris; just soaking up the enjoyment of pleasuring her.  I shuffled between her legs and eased them upward displaying all of her charms.  I could hardly take my eyes of the plug in her bottom hole, imagining my penis replacing the plastic cock but it wasn’t to be just yet.  
Mum called down, dragging me from my reverie, “Mike, Mike,” I looked up, “time to have her now.  She needs it Mike darling but take the plug out.  She’s not ready for that just yet.”  I knew what mum meant, I’d often taken her with something in her bottom and it is tight!  I smiled up at mum then to Kate.  Her eyes were closed and she was quietly sighing now, calmer after mum’s words.  I leant forward and softly kissed her lips before moving back to remove the false cock.  As gently as I could I slowly pulled the plug from her causing soft moans, of pleasure I think, from Kate.  This seemed to excite her even more.
“Oh Mike, Mike darling.  Fuck me now, please.  I want to feel you inside me NOW.  Oh god I need you,” she finally sobbed as I knelt up and placed my cock head at her pussy.
“Cum inside her love,” whispered mum with her hand on my shoulder.  That was as close as she got to me that night but the touch was electric.  Despite my earlier cum I was already close to the edge.  It was so erotic, so exciting to have both these women here, even though I knew I wouldn’t ‘touch’ one of them.
“FUCK ME NOW,” shouted Kate as her eyes opened, pupils almost disappeared.  Something was happening to her and I looked worriedly at mum.
“Oh dear,” said mum and moved to her head and whispered again, stoking her forehead at the same time.  “Hold on for a mo’,” said mum, “she needs calming.  I drew back as I watched mum talk into her ear.  Kate’s breathing slowed and she seemed to calm then she looked at me and smiled.
“Oh you are a devil,” she said, “will you fuck me now.  Gently!  I want you so much.”
I smiled back, “As often as I can,” I said as I slid my cockhead inside her.
“Oh god!  Yes!  Oh I love you and I love your body.  Now, make me cum!”  So I did!  Leaning forward, I took my weight then eased forward another couple of inches.  The effect was a long sigh and a big smile, “Mmm, that’s nice.”  She seemed much calmer now and mum lifted her head and looked at me.  I suppose our lips were only a few inches apart and our eyes locked.  Here I was, my cock half inside my love and my mother, the woman I loved for over 8 years, still did, lips rosy and so kissable, only inches away.  I wanted to kiss her and I wanted to drive deep into Kate at the same time and I think I would have with unknown consequences but my mother loved me and she loved Kate as well.  She smiled a sad smile then turned away.  I watched her and ached but then became aware again of my love beneath me.
She must have understood that something happened.  After all her eyes were only inches away as well.  Now she reached up and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me hard then whispering as she pulled me closer, “I know darling, I know and I love you.  Now,” she continued with a big smile, “do your duty!”  So I did!
I began gently, sliding deeper inside her wonderful tightness.  Then out a little, over and over, until I was fully lodged.  The feeling was exquisite, powerful, and overwhelming.  I could look down into her eyes, wide open now as she took in the expression of pleasure that must have been displayed on my face.  As our loins locked together she reached up and pulled my lips to hers again and a long, passionate kiss ensued as I slowly fucked her.  Small movements at first, mainly so I could control my own orgasm which, because of the excitement of the situation, was close.  The kiss lingered then I drew away to concentrate on giving her pleasure.  Longer strokes now, long and deep causing soft moans from Kate each time I thrust inwards.
I had to stop then, just for a moment, took my cock right out and looked down at her.  A few deep breaths enabled me to regain some control and, before she could say anything, I was back inside the heaven between her legs.  Calmer now, I was able to concentrate even more on her pleasure.  Slow movements followed by quick, deep thrusts brought sighs and moans from Kate.  Her legs came up and gripped me tightly making movement difficult but I kept on filling her with tiny thrusts that seemed to please.  I don’t know for how long I fucked her, how long I managed to control myself in that tight heaven of her pussy but, sooner or later, it was going to be too much.
What really set me off was raising me head to see mum smiling down at us both.  She had one hand between her legs easing her fingers in her pussy, the other tweaking her nipples.  Oh how I wished there were two of me so I could be fucking mum at the same time as I fucked Kate but that was impossible.  I looked back at Kate and she was smiling up at me.  Her face had that sheen of perspiration that makes a woman in the throes of passion so unbelievably attractive and, taken together with the sight of mum, it was too much.
“Oh fuck Kate,” I managed to say, “NOW!” and I drove hard into her.  Her smile increased and her legs wrapped tighter around me as her pussy gripped my cock and milked my sperm.  Her orgasm seemed subdued until I looked in her eyes.  There was fire there, a deep glow of desire and love.  I had to kiss her and, as the last pulses from my spent cock flooded her, I did.  Another long and tender kiss as we both came down from our highs.
Finished now, I rolled to the side on my back breathing deeply from my exertions.  I closed my eyes for a moment then looked sideways to see them together again.  This time Kate was leading, she seemed insatiable that weekend needing both me and mum to keep her in a constant state of arousal.  As earlier I just laid there and watched as they enjoyed each other and, incidentally, my spunk again after a very erotic 69.  

Chapter 13:		Aftermath – 03 - Anal*:  

I have always enjoyed watching the women I love make love to one another.  There’s something about the way two women make love, sensuous, undemanding, quite different from a heterosexual encounter.  I think I’ve said that I don’t find such displays particularly arousing, more interesting, and now I just watched their sinuous togetherness.  To be honest, I was glad of another rest!  The two orgasms, so intense, had depleted my resources somewhat.  I was also laying there in the knowledge of what was to come next and that I would have to maintain my erection for a while if I was to introduce Kate to anal sex properly so a rest was welcome.
I don’t know how many orgasms they had but, after a while, they lay quiet for a few minutes.  Both naked now, I was struck by the difference in their shape.  Kate, young, nubile, quite tall and, in those days, slim but with hips that accentuated the shape of her bottom delightfully.  Her waist, not that tiny, complemented the sweep of her bottom and the dip of her back.  She was lying face down now, legs slightly apart – on purpose ? – I don’t know but it was a position that could send me into overdrive pretty quickly.
Mum, lying next to her, head resting on one arm, looked down at her then at me.  This position seemed to accentuate mum’s figure.  In her late forties now, she carried just a bit more weight but it was distributed in the right places.  She exercised regularly then, still does believe it or not, and her bottom remained a delight.  I had a sudden dark desire just then and a memory of the occasions when I had been faced with mum and Angela ‘arse up’ and had fucked each arse in turn for as long as I could, going from one to the other.  In my minds eye I saw mum and Kate like that but quickly dismissed the idea.
Anyway, to move on. 
Mum looked at me and smiled then whispered something in Kate’s ear.  I saw Kate nod and smile then get up on all fours, kneeling with her bottom in the air.  Mum moved her then so that, as well as being able to see her delightful derriere I could see her face in the mirror.  She was smiling and her eyes seemed alight with hot fire.  They were hooded and her mouth had a sensuous curve around the smile.  She looked capable of anything just then.  I smiled at her and licked my lips – this was going to be exciting – whatever it was!
Mum crawled round next to Kate as we were looking at each other then reached into the bedside drawer.  She had an anal plug that made my eyebrows raise.  She must have noted my concern because she said, “It’s OK love, she knows.  We talked about it.  She wants it to be good for her the first time and this is the best way.”
It was the kind of plug you see in a lot of adult movies nowadays.  About 5½ or 6 inches long, it was the diameter that made me take a deep breath.  It was shaped like a teardrop.  From it’s widest part, over 2½ inches I thought, it tapered to a rounded point.  At the other end the ‘teardrop’ rounded into a narrow neck then a flange to prevent it being taken right inside.  At it’s widest it was certainly wider than me.  Mother must have noted my questioning look because she carried on explaining.
“This will stretch her Mike love,” she looked at Kate who was now looking back at her, “and it will hurt but she knows that.  Don’t you love?”  This to Kate.  She nodded.  “If she takes this it’ll be easy for her to take you darling and you won’t hurt her so much.”  I understood now.  If mum used this plug on Kate it would stretch her more than I would when I finally ‘took’ her (or she took me).  It would be easier for her when I was in the saddle, as it were but, hell, the plug was big.
“Mum, are you sure?  That’s bloody big.”  I was worried.  It was bigger than anything I’d ever seen mum or Angela use and I was worried that, shit, I was worried that it would hurt Kate.  I’ll be honest now, well as honest as I can looking back.  I wanted Kate’s rear entry, wanted it badly.  The fact that she was willing to go through this made it even more, I don’t know, total I suppose but I didn’t want to hurt her.  Mum knew that and this was the way round it.
“Mike, love, I said, this will hurt but she knows that.  When you have her there it won’t hurt as much, might not hurt at all.”  She smiled, “It is all right darling.  We do know what we’re doing.  It’s how I was trained love.  It’ll be all right, honestly.”
I smiled and nodded.  Now mum began the final preparation of Kate to take me anally for the first time.  I can still remember every moment of that event and it still excites me (excites Miranda as well – she insisted that we play it out on several occasions!).
Holding the plug in one hand, mum reached for the cream she always used.  Putting the pot on the bed she scooped some up and applied it to Kate’s bottomhole.  Gently stroking around the tight muscle, available now in this position, mum eased the cream into her.  I could see that Kate was enjoying this.  Her tongue licking her lips and her eyes full of desire.  Now some more cream eased past the tight muscle and inside bringing a soft sigh from Kate.  After the earlier plugs mum’s finger was nothing but there was a louder sigh and a groan as one finger became two.  Mum was turning her fingers now, stretching Kate’s anus and preparing her for the final challenge.
By now, of course, I was fit to blow; my cock rock hard despite the earlier tribulations, and eager to replace mum’s fingers, but I knew I had to let things take their course.  Mum was gently finger fucking Kate’s arse by now, using the full length of her small fingers.  Then she leant forward and whispered to Kate who managed a soft, “Yes” and a moan as mum’s finger left her.
Looking at me and smiling mum coated the butt plug in cream and offered up the rounded end to Kate’s arsehole.  It was so exciting watching this.  The sexual tension in the room was palpable.  It was obvious that mum was as excited as Kate and me.  There was a sheen of perspiration on her face, a ‘glow’, and her tongue flicked across her lips.
Mum then pushed the plug gently at Kate’s tightness and leant forward again to whisper something in her ear. Kate seemed to relax and the end of the plug pushed past her sphincter muscle, breaching the tight defence.  Kate sighed, this was no bigger than she had taken already but the trial was to come as mum pushed the plug deeper.  This forced the muscle wider and I could see the effect on Kate’s face.  Pleasure was beginning to be replaced by apprehension then, as the plug got deeper, by discomfort.  I was beginning to sweat now, not in with sexual desire but with worry for her.  Worry mixed with a feeling of overwhelming love as I watched her do this for me.  This was conflicting with the purely physical need for some release.  If you’ve read all my story you know how I feel about a woman giving this secret place to the man she loves.  Here was Kate, going through considerable discomfort, possibly pain, for me.  I knew what it felt like.  Angela was handy with a butt plug and she loved my arse but she never used anything like this on me.
I began to have doubts.  Did I want her to go through this for me.  Oh I know it was for her as well – she wanted to know whether she’d like it, but the primary reason was to be like mum.  To give me everything that mum had.  I think all this must have shown on my face – remember Kate could see my face in the mirror as I could see hers.
Through her discomfort she smiled at me and said, so softly I almost didn’t hear her, “It’s all right love, really.”
Mum heard her as well, nodded at me, and said, “Go to her Mike.  Hold her hand, kiss her.  This is going to be OK.  Trust me!”  Well, of course I did.  She explained later that this was the method used in the houses to introduce young women to anal sex, particularly young wives.  The idea is that the plug causes the initial pain and discomfort then, when a cock, normally smaller, is introduced that feeling isn’t attached to the act.  I could see the logic afterwards and, to be honest, it worked with Kate but just now it seemed to be too much for her.  But I did trust mum so I moved over and knelt at Kate’s head, holding her hand and kissing her cheek.  She smiled some more and gripped my hand tightly.
Mum must have pushed the plug home then because Kate let out a load groan and her eyes widened in shock.  “Oh dear god,” she said breathlessly, “oh fuck, fuck, fuck . . .”
Mum looked up, “All in now love.  Try to relax.  Deep breaths.”
Kate murmured something, I don’t know what, but then kissed me and whispered, “For you my love.”
It’s almost impossible to relate what I felt then.  It was obvious that it was uncomfortable, probably painful, but she was doing it for me.  Of course for her as well because she hoped she would enjoy it afterwards.  Mum had assured her it was good but I knew that some women never really enjoyed anal sex so I was apprehensive.  I kissed her and whispered sweet words of love in her ear trying to calm her, ease the discomfort with words.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 02



Mum came up next to her, “Not long Kate love.”  Then to me, “Are you ready?”
I nodded.  Watching all this had brought a massive erection despite the earlier emissions.  As I’ve said, JT doesn’t care about love or anything that goes with it.  He just wants to get inside whatever tunnel of love is available!
“Lay flat love,” said mum and Kate eased herself down from the kneeling position.  I knelt up and looked down at her.  WOW!!  Flat now, with legs slightly apart, she was in my favourite position.  Add to that the sight of the plug sticking upward and I was ready for anything.  I think mum knew that and that was why she got Kate into this position.  She only stayed like that for a few minutes before mum whispered to her.  Kate moved to a kneeling position again and mum began to remove the butt plug.
“Kneel behind Mike.  And be ready!” she said to me.  I could see Kate’s face in the mirror then and removing the plug was not easy.  Mum kept whispering to Kate as she turned and eased the plug out.  While watching this I’d been coating my cock with cream and was ready to go.
“Give her a minute love,” mum said to me.  “She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”  So I took up position behind Kate.  He anus was quite distended and red and, looking down, I wondered whether she had been hurt too much: would she really enjoy, or at least tolerate, this.  Mum noticed.  “She’s OK love.  It looks worse than it is, honestly.  Next time will be easy and be better.”
I could still see Kate’s face in the mirror and, now that the plug was gone, she looked calm, serene.  Then she caught my eye.  She must have noticed my concern as well because she smiled a sultry smile, licked her lips sexily, and said, “I think I’m ready now beast.  You can fuck my arse if you like,” and she pouted.  I knew then she was OK so I shuffled closer and presented my cockhead to her anus.  I heard a sigh as I touched her there and a soft sob, “Oh yes, yes.”
Pushing forward I entered her back door, loose now from the earlier plugs but still tight enough to feel like heaven.  I was gentle, slow, giving her just the head.  I felt her muscle grip just below and the feeling was exquisite.  Physical and emotional feelings together.  Lust and love mixed.  Such a glorious feeling and that she’d do this for me.  I had trouble holding back then.  I wanted to be inside her, have her around me, possess me.  Be as close to her as I could but I managed to hold off and began to move my cockhead slowly back and forth easing her for more.  Usually I want to look down when I do this, looking at my cock as it enters and leaves but now I couldn’t take my eyes off Kate’s face.
Her smile never left and, as I pushed just a little further inside her, it became one of satisfaction.  Her eyes widened and she began to lick her lips in arousal.  Obviously pain and discomfort were becoming closer to pleasure.  By this time I was half inside her silky smooth and slippery rear.  Her grip was tight and wonderful.  I glanced briefly at mum to see her looking at us both with a soft smile of pleasure as Kate successfully, and enjoyably it seemed, took my cock in her rectum.
Now Kate spoke, “Mmm, I like it Mike.  It feels nice – not too big,” she added with a smile.  “I want it all you know.  Joy tell him, all of it!”
“I think he knows,” said mum with a smile at us both.
So I slowly fucked her arse in my usual way.  Just a little in, a little out, and deeper each time.  Her bottom was bliss!  I was thankful for the earlier cums otherwise I wouldn’t have got this far.  Finally I felt her anus around the base of my cock and her buttocks against my thighs.  I was buried to the hilt in my love.  I had to lean forward and kiss her, tell her how much I loved her.  How much this meant to me.
Kate was always very lithe and now she was able to turn her head and kiss me as I leant forward.  The movement of my cock in her arse didn’t seem to bother her.  The kiss was passionate and each tongue eagerly sought the other out.  As it ended I whispered in her ear, how I loved her, wanted her, needed her.
She was moving on me now.  Only tiny movements as if she was getting used to 8½ inches of cock in her arse so now I moved with her.  Still slowly and gently.
“Oh my god but that feels bloody good,” she said as her movements increased.  “I think you can fuck my arse properly now, beast,” she said with a sexy smile as she pulled half off my cock.
“I love you,” I said as I gripped her hips and pulled her back on to my cock causing a sharp intake of breath.
“Oh fuck yes – more!  Fuck MORE.”  This last as I began to pound her quite hard, finding myself carried away in the sheer sexuality of the moment.  The feel of her anus sliding along my cock, trying to prevent it leaving it seemed, and the slippery heat of her rectum, were almost too much to take.  Now she was thrusting back in time with me and moaning a constant litany.
“Oh bugger, you bastard, yes, yes, yes.  Oh I like you fucking my arse.  Please, please, harder.  Ooooooohhhhhhh yes!”  This was a shudder that rocked her body.  I saw the muscles along her spine ripple and felt the grip of her anus and rectum tighten as her first anal orgasm hit.  I had to hold on, try and make her cum again.  I tried to stay still but she was bucking back into me then pulling away despite my hands on her hips.
“Oh god, yes.  Oh fuck you bastard.  God, you’re still there!!!!”
“Yes love, still there.  Shall I carry on?”
“Oh fuck yes,” she said breathlessly, “oh heck, some more.”  So I began again, gently but firmly.  I knew that I wouldn’t last long now.  Not only was there physical pressure, my balls felt as though they would explode, but I loved her and emotionally I felt an intense need to ‘worship’ her I suppose.  Worship her with my offering, thank her for this private treasure she was giving me.
I tried to slow but she was having none of it, moving quicker and quicker.  It was too much!  Gripping her hips tightly I held her close and pumped sperm into her.  It felt as if I was emptying my soul.  So intense I almost passed out.  Kate must have felt my cum hitting her insides because she let out a scream of pleasure and began thrashing about as much as I would let her.  It was an unbelievable experience for both of us.
Finally I stopped cumming, empty physically and emotionally.  I needed to hold her tightly so I pulled out, still not completely soft.  Kate sank to the covers face down looking so beautiful and I lay beside her.  She turned and we kissed, kissed for ages it seemed.  Kissed and stroked, kissed and held.  We’d forgotten about mum but she didn’t mind.  She told us afterwards how happy she was to see us like that.
When we finally came back to the real world we were both spent.  Mum bent to Kate and whispered resulting in them both going off to the en-suite.  A bit later mum poked her head out.  “She’s a little sore love.”  I was concerned an she noticed.  She smiled, “Only to be expected really but she’s fine.  She enjoyed it love and she wants it again.”
I laughed, “After that I’m not sure I can manage,” I said.
“No, not surprising really.  It looked good?” she asked softly.  Of course she wished it was her there.
“It was mum.  Heck I love her.  Are you sure she’s OK?”
She laughed, “Yes Mike, I am.  Now you just lie there for a while.  I’ll put some cream on and she’ll be right as rain by the morning.  Don’t expect a lie in will you!” she added as she closed the door.  About five minutes passed the mum came out.
“She wants you in there love.  God when she’s like this she is almost unstoppable.  Reminds me of me when I was 19,” she added with a laugh.  “Go to her Mike and love her,” she said with feeling.  Then she crossed to me, pecked my cheek and left.
Kate was in the shower when I went in and she beckoned me to join her.  “I want you to wash me,” she said, “then I’ll wash you.”  Washing after sex had become something of a ritual between us since the very first time.  It wasn’t always sexy, it was just a way of being together, showing how much we felt for each other.  It was like that all our life together.  Tonight it wasn’t sexy either, unlike mum had suggested.  Kate seemed almost in a dream world, so happy, full of smiles and soft caresses.  I think I fell in love with her even more just then.
We washed each other gently, dried off then climbed into bed in silk pyjamas – god she looked good in them!

Chapter 14		Monday morning*
Straight.

I think I must have slept so deeply that night that I hardly moved because, when I woke, I was conscious of a warm bundle in my arms and the lovely feeling of silk next to my skin (I never wear a top in bed).  I could smell Kate’s hair as it fell in a glorious cascade across the pillow.  Now I’m not renowned for my desire for sex in the mornings but this morning she felt so wonderful in my arms that I snuggled just a bit closer and, being completely soft, began to ‘notice’ her in that way.  She must have felt my movement or my looking at her because she turned sleepily and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Mmm, I like being woken up like that.  Kiss, kiss.”  So I kissed her.  Before long her hands were stroking my body and my mouth was fastened on her glorious breasts.  Then she stopped and laid back enjoying my mouth.  I kissed her all over, easing her pyjamas off as I did so.  She wasn’t in the mood for too much play because she said rather firmly, “I want you to fuck me now.  But don’t you dare cum,” she added with a smile, “I want to be on top for a while.  After all, you did have my arse yesterday!”
“Mmm,” I said with a smile, “and very nice it was too.”
“Beast!  Now fuck me!!”  So I did.  I climbed between her legs and presented my cock to her honeypot.  Pushing gently forward I revelled in the soft slipperiness.  I didn’t stop at halfway this time, just on and on, until I was deep inside her.
“Oh god that is good love.  Move . . . oh yes!  Fuck me nice and slow.  Oooohhhhh,” the breath was expelled from her lungs as her first orgasm of the day arrived.  I continued to fuck her right through it, holding on to my own as best I could.
Slowly she came down then, reaching up to pull me down, began to kiss me in that possessive way she never really lost.  “Mmm, you beast, that was lovely.  More?”
“Of course,” I laughed still moving gently inside her, “as much as I can manage.”
“Can I ‘ride’?”  My answer was to hold her tight and roll over on my back taking her with me.
“Oooohhhhh, oh god that feels good,” she muttered then started kissing me again.  Now, however, she was moving on me.  Jerking motions of her hips seeming to slot my cock home in her pussy.  “Oh yes!  I like that!”  I was just enjoying the look on her face as she finally sat up and bore right down on my cock.  She like to ride me.  I think I’ve said, it’s not my favourite for my own pleasure but most women I’ve known seem to like it.  I like watching their faces experiencing all the different feelings as they move their arses about on my body.
Kate was doing that just now.  Not only bouncing lightly up and down but rolling her hips side to side as well.  She kept up a constant barrage of moans and mumbling about how good it felt.  After a while of this she leant right back and took her weight on her hands then bounced even harder.  This pulls your cock right forward and is quite stimulating!  It must feel strange inside your woman as well – Kate loved it and it wasn’t long before she had yet another orgasm.  I felt the liquid from this one and I was surprised when she sat up, leaned forward, and started to kiss me again.  She wasn’t finished yet!
“I’m going to turn round now so you can see my arse,” she said with a provocative smile.  “You told me you like it.  Do you want to see it.  See my tiny arsehole that you fucked last night.  It was nice you know.”  All this was in her ‘little girl innocent’ voice, with a finger hooked in the corner of her mouth, and her head tilted to one side.  She knew from our previous playing that this was likely to have only one effect – to wind me up even tighter.
I was unable to control the need to thrust up inside her and, in doing so, I nearly lost it.  I think she wanted more so, thankfully, I was able to hold on but she wasn’t finished.  “Do you want to do it again?” she continued in the same vein.  I raised my eyebrows.  “Do you want to do it in my arse again?”  I was thrusting up as she said this so she had her answer.
“You do don’t you?  Tell me!”
“Oh Kate you angel, you minx, you . . .  Oh fuck . . .  I love you!”
“I know,” she said still wriggling her arse around on my cock, “but I want to know whether you want to fuck my arse again.”
“Bloody hell Kate, of course I do.”
“Good,” she said with a great big smile, “because I want you to.”  I raised my eyebrows again because I knew she wasn’t ready.  “No you beast, not now.  This afternoon,” she leant forward and whispered, “and tonight.”  Then, lifting her body, she turned and faced my feet.  Leaning right forward she began to work her pussy on my cock as she turned her head and looked me in the eye.  “There,” she said with a smile, “there.  You can see what you are going to get this afternoon!”
I could of course.  I could see her pussy lips gripping my shaft as she moved up and down and I could she her anus, looking a bit red and angry, opening and closing minutely as she moved.  It really was too much for me so I reached forward and, holding her hips firmly, began to move myself – to fuck her in return.  Kate loved this position as well and she pushed back down forcefully.  I didn’t take long!  Half a dozen thrusts and I was cumming – always a strange feeling in this position because my cock is pulled downwards and it seems as if the spunk has trouble finding a way out!  Mind you it’s bloody good.  I was too strong for her and, as I came, I held her tightly to me.  Not that she minded because she was cumming as well.  A big one I think because I was flooded!
She remained in position for a while then, when her orgasm faded, leant back on me so that our bodies touched for their whole length.  My cock softened and fell out of her pussy but she stayed like this for a while before rolling off, turning, and kissing me.
“Mmm, that was very good beast.  For that you can have my arse later.”  Kate loved wordplay.  So did I.  Neither of us were shy about saying what we wanted even before this weekend.  Mind you, up ‘til now, that only meant positions for straight sex.  We had a bit more variation now.
“You’ll kill me,” I said with a smile, “I’m only human!”
“Mmm,” she muttered, “nice.  Come on – shower.”  So we did then stumbled downstairs to find that mum had made breakfast.  Kate kissed mum good morning and whispered something which caused mum to look at me and smile.  “She’s been wearing you out already then?”
I laughed, “Yes, I need oysters.  Lots of oysters!”
“Silly man, oysters aren’t much good.  What you need is some red meat. A nice steak for lunch, rare I think.  Now?  How about bacon and eggs?”
Well, to be honest, I was bloody famished.  “Bloody hell mum, you bet.  6 rashers and three eggs.  And gallons of coffee.  I’m bloody knackered,” I ended with a laugh.
“Same for you Kate,” asked mum with a smile.
“Mmm, I think I need it.  Oh Joy he won’t leave me alone,” she ended plaintively.  That made us all laugh because they both knew full well who wouldn’t leave who alone!
After breakfast we just sat in the lounge chatting about the future, the wedding, Joe’s monetary problems, lots of things.  I was captivated by Kate.  What I mean is, I was even more captivated by her.  She seemed like, well I don’t know how to explain it really, as if she’d matured sexually and emotionally over the last day or two.  I suppose it must have been mum and the realisation that she could learn so much.

Chapter 15		Sunday Afternoon*
Oral mtof/Straight/Oral ftom.

We had a late lunch and it was steak, tons of it, all rare but with salad – well for me anyway.  “Don’t want to slow you down with loads of stodgy food,” said mum with a smile, “need you fit and active don’t we Kate?”
“You bloody bet,” she said with a wicked smile and a provocative lick of her lips.  I couldn’t help feeling a bit like a prize stallion being readied to service a mare!  Not that I minded of course.  Always thought that stud stallions had it rather good anyway!  I was aware that Kate wanted to get back to bed this afternoon but they both knew that I wasn’t fond of sex on a full stomach so it wasn’t until about 4 that Kate started to flirt more and more outrageously.  The crossing and uncrossing of legs was bad enough then, when I pretended not to notice, the pouting and tongue poking was a thing to see.  
I laughed and said to mum, who was sitting watching all this, “I think she’s running hot mum.”
“Mmm,” said mum with a smile, “I think she is too.  Well Kate?”
“Tell him to stop faffing about and give me a kiss,” said Kate with an outrageous pout.  Mum didn’t have to.
“Come here minx,” I said with a big smile, “and let me kiss you.”  She sidled over swinging her hips and sat on my lap.  God she was so, so sexy.  Sometimes, when a woman is in this mood, she is irresistible.  Her arms wrapped around me and her mouth found mine with a kiss that promised nothing but pleasure.  Tongues entwined and my hands wandered over the back and down to the swell of her hips.  She pulled away and smiled.
“Naughty, naughty.  Mustn’t touch just yet.  That’s for later.  Now you can kiss me some more.”  So I did, having great difficulty in controlling myself. To be honest I don’t think I needed oysters or anything, she was aphrodisiac enough.  It was stamina I needed!  This went on for a while then she turned to mum.  “I need to get ready Joy,” she said then, flashing a glance at me, added, “you know.”
“Mmm,” said mum pensively.  I got the feeling that mum wasn’t really sure she should go the whole hog this afternoon but she smiled and said, “Right.  Put her down Mike.  She’ll see you upstairs in half an hour.”  That told me clearly that mum wasn’t going to be there this afternoon and I also felt she was telling me to go easy with Kate.  As I said above, Kate was so . . . hot I suppose, that weekend that it was difficult to say no to her.
I watched them both depart, Kate throwing an outrageous pout as she left the room, contemplated life for a while before nipping into the downstairs shower then to the bedroom to await what fate had in store!
Mum popped out of the en-suite and a few minutes then left saying, “She’s nearly ready love.  Be gentle!”
I smiled, “Always!” and she left.  Kate came out a little later.  She was wearing blue underwear.  Almost see through, it was fairly plain but, boy, did it show off her figure!  She stood and looked down at me, head on elbow, on the bed.  I was naked.
She gave a lascivious smile, “Mmm, I like you like that,” she said and she knelt down beside me and began to stroke my body.  Mum must have been teaching her because she was beginning to have that softness of touch that is so sexy.  I couldn’t take too much of this, I had to hold her so I reached up and pulled her down, my lips finding hers.  She didn’t melt any more, she was much more sophisticated now.  She returned my kiss with interest then whispered, “Make love to me,” and laid back on the bed.  Who could ask for more?
Kissing her softly on the lips I let my hands trace the outline of her bra then cup underneath and gently massage.  My mouth followed my hands, tongue investigating her cleavage.  Now to get these wonderful globes out!  I eased the cups underneath and kissed her tits then, all over, before nibbling and sucking the nipples.  Kate was moaning softly, “Yessss, oh yes, yes,” then, as my hand wandered across her beautiful tummy and found her pussy, “Oh fuck yes.  Kiss me there, please.  I want you to.”
I looked down into her eyes and she reached up and dragged my lips to hers, “Lick me, please,” she asked plaintively.  I wasn’t about to tease her so I quickly dragged my tongue across her tummy and began to feast on her pussy.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 02



She was wet, very wet, from my attention to her tits.  I love this so I just opened wide and covered her pussy through the silky cloth of her panties, bit tenderly and sucked.  She screamed softly in surprise and another flood of liquid gushed from her pussy.  It’s a heady cocktail!
Time now to get closer so I gently eased her panties down then used my tongue to part her lips, teasing the soft, silky inner surface before moving to her clitoris.  Engorged now, I sucked it gently and nibbled with the expected result.
There was a loud moan, her hands held my head tightly to her pussy and her legs prevented any movement at all.  I could breathe - just about!  Finally she let me go and I knelt up.
“You bastard,” she said with a smile.
“Mmm,” I said because, of course, I was, “what can I do for you madam?”
“That was lovely but now I want you to fuck me.  You can cum if you want but you must be able to fuck my arse afterwards!”  This last added with hooded eyes and pouting lips that nearly sent me over the top.  My answer was to lean forward and take my weight as usual and use my other hand to direct my cock (not that it needed much direction) into the waiting heaven of her soft vagina.  As the head entered she sighed and her whole body went limp apart from her hands which came up and pulled my head to hers.  Lips joined and tongues entwined as I pushed forward into her tunnel of pleasure.  My cock was engulfed in a warm, soft, slippery paradise and, unlike my usual style, I filled her in one steady thrust until I could feel her thighs against mine.
The breath rushed from her body as she enjoyed the feeling of possession.  Does a woman possess us or do we possess them?  I’ve never been able to understand the terminology we use.  We don’t ‘take’ a woman, she takes us, literally, inside her.  Strange!  I felt both: I was possessed and I possessed.  As often when we made love, I felt part of her and I felt her part of me.  I think that’s what makes having sex with the one you love so much more . . . emotional I suppose, than with someone you only lust after.
So now I was fucking the woman I loved.  The woman who meant more than anything to me.  The woman for whom I lived!  Soft I know but I remember feeling that just then as I moved inside her trying to bring her to her high of pleasure.  As orgasms approached our eyes locked.  It was enough as I thrust again and again into her.  Long deep strokes that brought my explosion.  She must have seen it in my eyes or felt it, I don’t know, but a massive orgasm rocked her body causing a loud gasp followed by sobbing tears as she held me so tight I thought she’d break my back.  I could hardly breathe with the emotional and physical sensations that were coursing through my body, fingertips tingling as the  intense pleasure mixed with love coursed around my body.
All too soon it was over and I was gulping in air as I rolled off Kate.  She lay in an almost swoon for a while before turning her body towards me.  “Oh my god that was . . . wonderful.  Oh I do love you, you sexy beast!” she said with a soft smile.
I smiled back, “You only want me for my body,” I said.
“Oh, I want you for more than that,” she said with a smile, “you buy me nice things and you are warm in bed!”
I laughed and cuddled her to me.  We lay like that for a while, sticky and sweaty but enjoying the closeness of that post coital experience that you have with the one you love.  
Kate was first to revive.  She leant up on one arm and, looking down at me, said with that lascivious smile on her lips, “Lay back beast, I want to suck your cock again!  Get it nice and hard for my arse.  You’ll like that won’t you?   Don’t you cum though!  Well, not yet anyway,” she added plaintively, her mood suddenly changing.  She could do that.  One moment the sensual vamp, then next the innocent virgin.  This wasn’t playing, that was different.  It was just a change of mood.  She was like that all our life together.  That’s why I’ve always said that we can never know women really can we; I could never get used to her mood changes.  
Smiling up at her I said, “You can do what you like but you might have to work at it a bit!”
“I don’t mind, I need the practice,” she said back to her sexy best.  “Anyway, when it’s small like that I can get it all in my mouth can’t I?” and with that she bent her head an began her second bout of cock sucking.  Kate learnt very quickly because she was certainly no slouch.  She used her hair to stroke down my body and over cock and balls before bending her head to the task in hand! 
So my soft cock was embraced by the warm wetness of Kate’s mouth.  This is one of the most exquisite feelings a man can have in my opinion anyway.  One hand caressed my balls whilst the other stood guard and the base of my cock.  No problem yet but she, I was sure, wanted to make certain that I didn’t ‘pop off’ too soon.  Her tongue seemed to be enormous as she worked on my cock.  Her slurping, sucking, gently biting, soon began to have the desired effect and I started to harden.  She continued to suck, to lick, and as soon as she couldn’t get it all in her mouth, gently masturbate.  Pretty soon I was hard, ready for the fray!  Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth formed into a sensual ‘O’  and her tongue probing the tiny hole at the tip.
I was thrusting now, thrusting upwards into her mouth, so success was obvious.  She stopped sucking and looked up at me.
“I want you to fuck my arse now.”  I raised my eyebrows.  “I want you to do it in your favourite position!  Joy told me!” and she moved away and lay face down with her legs closed.
Now, I wanted to fuck her arse like that as well but there was no way I was going to do that now.  I think I’ve mentioned when I wrote about my time with Angela, that anal sex like this is difficult for a woman.  Kate wasn’t ready for that yet, even less so considering her initiation of the night before.  There was a problem however, I knew my love well.  Stubborn when she wanted to be, forceful and, in bed, demanding.  I would have to come up with a good reason not to take her like that – because I wasn’t going to!
“I’ll make love to you first,” I said with a smile.
“Mmm.  Then?”
“Then your beautiful bottom will be mine,” I took a deep breath, “but not like that love.  Not yet.”
She pouted, “But Joy likes it like that!  She told me you do as well.”
I smiled, “Mmm, I know but she’s had a lot of practice.  Soon love, soon.  We have got ages haven’t we.  This isn’t going anywhere,” I said holding my cock, “and you know you only have to look at me . . .”
“How then?”
“You’ll see.  First I want kiss you.”
“Mmm,” she murmured languidly, “alright beast.  But I won’t forget.  You will do it your favourite way!!” this last accompanied by another outrageous pout.
I laughed, “I love you minx.  Now prepare to be kissed!”  I knelt up and looked down at her wonderful body.  I’ve described it so often I won’t again but I did enjoy it!  I stroked her back, her bottom, and her legs right down to her knees bringing soft shudders and she enjoyed the attention.  Then, bending my head, I dragged my tongue along the whole length of her spine, skipping over her bottom, rejoining her soft skin at her legs then down to the backs of her knees.
“Oh god Mike love, don’t tease.  PLEASE!!”
I didn’t want to tease so back to her glorious globes.  I kissed, I bit gently, and I licked.  Finally, parting the soft valley between her cheeks, I probed with my tongue.  I love doing this!  Starting at the base of her spine I dragged my tongue down across her anus right to her pussy.  A shudder rocked her body.  Even then, in the early days of her anal experience Kate was sensitive there.  It never became the need that it was with mum but it was important to her – and to me.
I did this a few times as she pushed her bottom back at me then I concentrated on her anus, her tiny star.  A soft ring of muscle that now, after last night, looked red and angry.  Mum must have seen this but I suspect that Kate would brook no opposition.  When she made up her mind it was difficult to change it and she wanted her arse fucked!
In truth, I couldn’t take her properly now, it would hurt her and that has no place in sex with the one you love, so I would have to compromise.
I rimmed her arsehole for a while, gently licking around the tiny star and probing sometimes with rolled tongue.  Kate was moaning softly and pushing her bottom back at me seeming not to be suffering any discomfort.  That would change, I thought, when JT put in an appearance.
I knew now what I was going to do.  Certainly not take her my ‘favourite’ way which would hurt her – of that I was sure.  “Turn on your side love,” I whispered as eased up beside her, “we’ll do it like that.”  She knew that I liked fucking her like that and she liked it as well.  I think I’ve said that you can feel the whole of your lover’s body pressing against you.  I enjoy it immensely, both of straight and for anal sex although it isn’t possible to get really deep unless you pull away at right angles but I never did that, the closeness was enough.
“But . . .”
“No love, we can do that in the future,” I smiled down at her, “I want you like that. You know how much I love feeling you near me.”  Well she did so she accepted it and turned facing away.  “Leg up,” I said with a laugh so she lifted her top leg as I introduced JT to her tunnel of love.  Again that warm, silky, smooth heaven embraced my cock as I began to fuck her slowly.  I loved holding her tightly to me so I could feel her whole body warm against mine.  I kissed her neck and her shoulders as my thumb found her clit and began to rub fairly hard.  She didn’t take long to cum like this and I soon felt her pussy gripping my cock even harder.
But she was stubborn was Kate, stubborn in getting her own way.  She still wanted me in her arse.  As she came down she turned her head and whispered, “My arse now.  I want you in my arse, like Joy.”  That was the problem in those early days you see.  She felt she had to do the same things as mum but you don’t just do them.  Most come with practice, experience.  Anal sex is not something to take lightly.  You can read all the stories that go ‘hello, fancy an arse fuck, OK, let’s do it, stick it in, cum, go’.  Believe me it ain’t like that!  Well it ain’t if you want your partner to enjoy it!
I wasn’t going to hurt her and I knew that, after last night’s initiation, I would.  I eased away from her and gently rolled her onto her back then looked down.  “I’m not going to do that love,” I said softly.  “I won’t hurt you and it will.”
She looked crestfallen, sad, tearful.  “But I want you to.  You did with Joy.  Often.  I know.  She told me.”  Here was the crux, she seemed to need to give me what mum had.  In truth she already had – she loved me but, as I said, in those early days she had doubts.
“I know,” I said with a soft smile, “but, love, mum’s an experienced woman.  You know that now, she told you that as well.”  I stroked her cheek.  “I want you like that, want it a lot, but I don’t want it enough to hurt you.  I know you’re sore aren’t you?”
“No, no I’m not.  It’s OK – honestly!”
I bent and kissed her, “Fibber,” I said, “you might as well tell me because I won’t do it.”
She looked close to tears.  Sniff, sniff, “Oh all right!  Yes . . . only a bit though.  Joy said I shouldn’t yet but . . . oh love I so much want to give you everything.  Everything you had with Joy!”
I snuggled up close to her, “Kate, love, you don’t have to compete with her.  I told you.  It’s over.  She’s my mum and I love her, still have all those feelings for her, but you are my life now, my future.  I want to make love to you forever, never stop,” I smiled softly, “but I won’t hurt you!”
This seemed to raise her spirits and she knew I could be just as stubborn as her.  Now she stared into my eyes for a moment and saw no compromise.  “Well,” she finally said, “if you won’t fuck my arse I shall have to practice sucking your cock some more.  I want your spunk inside me you know – everywhere.”  This resulted in a very deep breath and a twitch from JT who had retired from the fray while we talked.
“And I want you to have it love,” I laughed, “and I certainly want you to suck my cock!”
“Good because I’m going to – whether you like it or not!”
“It’s a good thing I like bossy women,” I said with a smile.  This resulted in a great big pout as she knelt up.
“Oh look,” she said continuing to pout, “he gone back to sleep.  ‘Don’t you like me?’”  She used this phrase often in our lovemaking: a throwback to those early days, that first time she tricked me in the office.
I laughed, “Like you, like you, I dote on you,” I said, “you body is my paradise!”
“Humph,” she grumbled, “you’re only saying that ‘cos you want me to suck your cock.”
“Oh no,” I said.
“What!  You don’t want me to suck your cock?”
“Oh yes,”  laughed, “I want you to suck my cock but,” I added seriously, “I mean the rest.”
“Mmm, I know,” she said then added with a smile, “I suppose I’ll have to get to work!”  So she did.  One hand gently encircled a JT who was beginning to think it might be rather nice to be awoken in the soft, warm wetness of Kate’s wonderful mouth.  Her other hand cupped my balls and began to gently squeeze.  Next her mouth covered my cock.  Soft as I was she could get it all in her mouth.  This is an amazing feeling, I think, when your lover does this for you.  It didn’t last long though because I started to react to this lovely attention.  Soon I was too big and she had to ‘let me out’ just keeping the head inside.  Now she could suck and wank at the same time and it wasn’t long before I was up to full strength.  
She began her fellatio in earnest now, taking my cock deep into her mouth and sucking hard.  Her tongue probed the tiny hole at the head and savoured the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking out.  Now my cock was covered in her saliva she looked raised her head and looked into my eyes.  Her hand continued to wank my cock quite hard and her other hand crept down between her legs.
“Don’t cum yet,” she said breathlessly, “not yet love,” and her head dipped back down, her mouth sucking my cock in again.  Then I realised that Kate, unlike most of the women I’d been with, could actually orgasm from sucking my cock.  Oh, she had a little help from her firm left hand but she did and, you know, I could tell when she was close.  Her head rested sideways on my groin, cock still deep in mouth, as a soft shudder rocked her body.
Soon she was back at work.  Sucking hard then nibbling around my cock head and up and down the shaft.  She’d learnt this technique so quickly (it was only her second time) from mum – how they did it I never found out but mum did have plenty of dildo’s after all!  After a while of this tender biting she moved down to my balls.  Opening her mouth wide she managed to get one inside and gently played her tongue over it.
“Oh christ Kate, I can’t take much more of this.  I need to cum!”
Head up she looked at me and pouted.  “I don’t know whether I should let you,” she said, “you wouldn’t fuck my arse would you.”
“That’s because I love you,” I said, “but, Kate love, I will fuck you there – as often as you like – but I won’t hurt you.”
She looked sad for a moment and her eyes filled with love.  Then a smile, a pout, and her tongue poking out.  “Oh all right then.  I suppose YOU want me to swallow your spunk do you?”
I laughed and said suggestively, “Well you did want it inside you didn’t you?”
“Beast,” she laughed, “I like the taste and I can’t let it go to waste can I?”  She didn’t wait for an answer just recommenced sucking for all she was worth.  Added to the gentle wanking it wasn’t long.
“Oh sweet fuck Kate, here it comes,” and I thrust up into her mouth, jetting my first pulse.  This was quickly followed by several others which she actually sucked out.  It’s an amazing feeling and, by the time she was finished – spunk dribbling out of the corner of her mouth – I was finished as well!
Again mum must have drilled her in cock sucking because now she knelt up, smiled, and opened her mouth to show me her prize.  I know some women baulk at this, baulk at taking spunk in their mouths.  I’ve always respected that but not really understood it because they always enjoyed being eaten and cumming in my mouth!  Kate never had any hang-ups about swallowing cum.  Right from the start she was happy to hold it in her mouth, show it to me, then swallow the lot.
I watched then as she swirled the creamy white substance around her mouth with her tongue then swallowed it all.  Fingers wiped the remains from the corner of the mouth then were sucked clean.
“Oh god I love the taste of your spunk,” she said breathlessly.
I reached up and pulled her down to me, fastening my lips on hers.  I’ve never been afraid to do this either, to taste myself on my lover’s lips or tongue and now our tongues entwined in a final passionate kiss as we lay holding each other.
“Oh Kate, Kate, bloody hell!  I love you.”
“Mmm,” she muttered then added possessively, “I know.”  And so the afternoon ended,  We lay for a few moments then off into the en-suite to shower together.
Downstairs mum was in the kitchen preparing a light dinner.  “He wouldn’t Joy,” Kate said as we came in.
“I told you,” said mum with a smile and a nod to me.  “He won’t hurt you.  He won’t hurt the women he loves,” she added with a soft smile at me.
“He will tonight won’t he,” she asked plaintively.  I looked at mum and shrugged my shoulders.
“No,” I said, “he won’t.  Kate love I’ve told you,” I added then walked over and held her close.  Kissing her I turned to mum, “Tell her mum, you know I won’t.  She’s not ready yet and I will not hurt her!”
Mum walked over and hugged Kate who looked somewhat demoralised by this onslaught.  As I said, she was so up tight about being like mum, pleasing me.  I had to make her understand that it didn’t matter.  She pleased me by being Kate not by trying to be mum.
“She’s trying to be you mum,” I said looking at Kate, “she thinks that she has to do all the things you did with me,” I laughed, “well I hope she does but she doesn’t have to do them tonight!”
Mum laughed, “He’s right Kate.  Now come on, you know he’s right.  Anyway,” she said with a sexy smile, “think of all the fun you’re going to have over the next few months!”  That made Kate think.  “Don’t let him have it all at once, make him wait!”
Kate looked at me with that sexy smile of hers, “Mmm, that’s a good idea.  So beast, you’ll have to wait!”
I held them both in my embrace and, kissing Kate said, “You two are both minxes – (the last time I used that term to mum) – and I love you both.  Kate love, I can wait for as long as you want me to – but I hope it won’t be too long!”
“Oh no,” she said with a smile, “not tooooo long!”
“Now, shoo Mike.  Kate, come on and help me get dinner.”
It was a pleasant meal with mum and Kate happy and me knackered but aware that Kate was still raring to go.  After dinner we sat in the lounge with coffee and liqueurs listening to some music. 
At 10 Kate got up and grabbed my arm, “Bed beast.  I haven’t finished with you today!”  As she hadn’t gone to get ready I knew she’d given up the idea of anal sex tonight so I was happy to follow her upstairs with a wry smile to mum as I left the room.
I managed two more cums; I lost count of Kate’s orgasms.  She spent most of her time on top of me although we did manage a few new positions that I suppose mum had talked to her about.  I spent ages worshipping her bottom and ended the evening by applying soothing gel after our shower.  I was completely knackered and slept like a log.
We were in the office on Tuesday.  Kate was still my PA but we were looking to ‘promote’ her to a directorship.  Not purely nepotism because both John and I had noticed her ability in sales and promotion.
The only problem with her still being my PA was that it was difficult to keep my mind on my work!  Every time she came into my office I thought about fucking her and she thought about being fucked!  I could tell by her eyes.  It’s like that when you’re young and in love but we did manage to get some work done.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 03



Hi,

Here is Part 3 of 'Kate'. It follows the problems early in their marriage, Mike's affair with Mandy, and the reconciliation. More sex in this part, not quite so much anal. A few chapters with no sex dealing with the problems and the reconciliation which I hope you will read and enjoy.

Now the normal warning:

If you have read this series before you will know what to expect; if not please take the time to read the introduction to TWIML, Ch.3-Pt.1. It is quite long but it does explain the story and that is quite important. I prefer it if my readers know what is coming!

The same plea to those of you who vote – some low (I can tell from the info on Lit). If you don't like the story TELL ME WHY. I do note comments and will, if I think them relevant, make changes but if I don't know I can't respond or react!

Chapter 17: Marital Problems:

Things went well for us after the marriage, we were embarrassingly happy with that smug, self-satisfied outlook that those totally involved in each other have. It wasn't to last however, not that we knew that at the time.

The clouds began to gather over children. One thing I haven't mentioned up to now is birth control. We made love since that first time and continued to do so without any consideration of her falling. I'm not sure we even discussed it before the marriage and that caused the first major problem. Strange I know but I think that neither of us minded, we were so caught up with each other. If it happened it would happen and we would deal with it. I wasn't conscious of wanting children nor, as we'd never discussed it, was I aware of Kate's feelings. Again, as I look back at that time I wonder why. I can only think that we were so much into sex with each other that mundane things like that didn't even cross our minds.

Well, things changed after about 9 months. Kate raised the issue of kids one evening. I must admit that I was ambivalent about starting a family. Look, I wasn't a 'family' man was I? I had no real appreciation of 'family life' in that context, it had always been just me and mum. Mind you, if Kate wanted kids then we would have them, the idea of being a father wasn't that alien to me – at least I told myself that at the time – fool! Another thing I realised, not without some discomfort I must admit, was that children would cramp our lifestyle. After all, I was almost 28 and had enjoyed relative freedom for 10 years. Children would clip my wings, and Kate's of course although, as it happened, she didn't seem to mind.

The tragedy of this whole business is that I didn't realise how much this all meant to Kate and how my reaction would send such negative signals to her. I didn't understand how desperately she wanted to give me a child. Had I done so perhaps things might have turned out differently.

Anyway, I told her that if she wanted kids we'd have them. "Mind you," I'd added with a smile, "it seems as though we ought to have been successful by now." We were still bonking each other constantly, both seeming unable to get enough of the other. We left it at that really, simply that we would go on as before and if it happened then we would be happy. Well, it didn't!

I wasn't worried. As I look back I think that, deep down inside I was secretly pleased. I've come to realise that probably, and completely selfishly, I didn't really want children. Of course I never admitted that to myself at the time, I knew then that Kate wanted kids so I told myself I was happy to go along with that.

Time passed and it was about 15 months into our marriage. I didn't realise it but Kate had been talking to mum about the fact that she hadn't fallen and I was surprised, one Saturday afternoon, to find mum on the doorstep.

"Mum! I thought you were out shopping with the girls?" Kate, Mum, Angela, and Mandy often went shopping together on Saturdays.

"No," she said sadly, "Mike, darling, I need to talk to you."

Now I was worried, "Mum, mum, there's nothing wrong is there? You? Joe?"

"No, no. Oh let me in Mike!" This exchange had taken place on the doorstep so surprised was I at her arrival.

We went into the lounge and I quickly rustled up a coffee before sitting down opposite. "What is it mum? You've got me worried."

She looked desperate now, as if something terrible had happened or was about to happen. "Oh Mike, Mike darling . . ."

Now I was really worried, it must be something serious. "Mum, come on tell me!"

She gathered herself together. "Mike, darling, I've been talking with Kate." I raised my eyebrows. "Talking about, oh dear, talking about your starting a family." I wasn't surprised nor particularly bothered. I knew how they felt about each other, how close they were, so it was to be expected I suppose.

"I know she's not very happy," I said. I had noticed a sort of change in her. Nothing I could put my finger on but she was different somehow. Perhaps less inclined to talk about feelings.

"She's worried Mike. Worried that it's her, that she can't have kids."

"That's not true, surely mum?"

"I don't know," she said quietly, "but . . . .?"

"Mum, what is it?"

"Oh darling I'd hoped, no prayed, that I wouldn't have to do this but . . . Mike darling, it may be you!"

"Me???"

She came and sat next to me on the sofa. "Mike, Mike darling, I never told you, hoped I would never have to . . ."

"What?"

"When you were little, just 3, you got Scarlet Fever. It wasn't uncommon in those days. You had to go into hospital – it was a bad case and you were very small."

"I don't remember."

"No, I don't suppose you do. Anyway they put you in the isolation unit which was quite near the X-ray department. Oh Mike, there was an accident and you were exposed to the radiation for a while."

"Radiation?"

"Yes, the X-rays. Mike, they said you'd be all right and you were. There didn't seem to be any ill effects but they said, oh Mike, they said that you might . . ." she broke down now, crying.

"Shussh mum," I said because I knew what she was going to say. "They told you I might be sterile?" I knew what some of the effects of over exposure to X-rays were.

"Oh Mike, darling. I hoped and prayed but, but, well I thought it might be. All those years darling, us together, you and Angela. All those times we forgot or didn't bother. We thought that the douches worked but I wondered darling, I wondered and hoped."


I hadn't thought about it but I could see she was right. How could we have made love so often without a condom or anything and got away with it.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier mum, before I married Kate anyway?" I wasn't angry with her, what was the point. It was a fact and anger wasn't going to change that – the fact had to be dealt with.

"Oh darling I don't know. I didn't want to believe it and I didn't want to spoil your happiness." Now she was crying openly, " Oh Mike I'm so sorry, sorry . . ."

I held her tight. I don't know how I felt. Of course just then it hadn't been confirmed so nothing was certain but deep inside I had the nagging idea that it was true. You can't bonk a nubile young woman constantly for 18 months without any protection at all and not get her pregnant unless there is something wrong.

"It's not your fault mum, don't cry. I'll go and get a test as soon as I can. Mum," I added firmly, "don't say anything to Kate about this. I want to tell her myself." Mum seemed calmer now. I think she must have been worried that I'd blame her but it wasn't her fault and, even if it was, there wasn't much point in that was there?

"No, I won't say anything to her Mike. What will you do?"

"I don't know," I said and I didn't. What do you do when you find out that you can't give the woman you love a child. The irony of it was, I wasn't sure if I wanted to give her one, and now I couldn't. Look, I don't know how I felt just then – shell shocked I suppose.

I made another coffee and calmed mum down then she left and I contemplated my situation. How did I feel? Hell, wait until it's confirmed then work out the feelings, I thought to myself.

I managed to get to see a doctor without Kate knowing the following week and, two weeks after that the results came back. It was true. I could produce bucket loads of the little bastards but not one of them was any good. Now I had to face it and, do you know, I wasn't bothered! I look back now and realise how completely and utterly selfish that feeling was but, as I write this, I'm trying to be honest about how I felt then.

What did it change? Nothing! We wouldn't be able to have kids now. I was sad but not that sad. Our marriage would be the same, our lives as good as ever. Foolish, short sighted, selfish, arrogant, and completely and utterly idiotic! For all my experience with women I didn't really understand them did I? Do any of us?

Now I should say what was happening as well at that time. It was the early eighties and our company was flourishing. Business was booming and we were making a lot of money but we were very, very busy. The pressure had begun to tell on John and he was drinking quite heavily meaning more of the workload fell on me. Joe tried to help but he was reluctant – he wanted to spend time with mum and I couldn't blame him for that. Thus the pressures of the office were beginning to pile up and tell on me. I'm not trying to use that as an excuse but the work stresses certainly didn't help at this time.

I told Kate one evening. I found I had to pluck up courage and I was nervous, nervousness that, I think, didn't help.

Sitting on the settee together with my arm round her I said, "Kate, Kate darling, I've got something to tell you."

She smiled her usual smile but with a slight edge, she must have sensed something important, difficult even. "What is it Mike?"

"Kate, Kate," I took a deep breath, "it's about, errrm, Kate it's about babies!" I finally manage to blurt out.

"Babies?" she said puzzled and alarmed.

Another deep breath, "Kate, Kate darling. I can't give you one, can't give you a baby." There I'd said it and, despite everything, it hurt!

"I don't understand?"

So I told her about the hospital and about the test, and about the result. She was quiet for a long time then she turned and kissed me, "I doesn't matter Mike darling, I still love you," then she held me tight. I felt I'd betrayed her, let her down and, in the strange manner that we humans have, I almost blamed her for my feeling like that. She took it so well, so adult, so measured. Looking back now I believe that I actually resented how well she'd handled it. Although I didn't realise it at the time, it was the start of our moving apart.

"You don't mind?" I asked, too sharply I realise now.

"I don't know," she said looking at me with her wonderful eyes, "I suppose I 'mind' but that doesn't matter does it. What's done is done. We'll get past it, get by it together." She was so noble, so understanding it hurt and I resented it. Oh I still loved her, loved her more than anything, but that doesn't stop all the other feelings does it. Writing this down I've become very aware of the old song 'You always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn't hurt at all'. I wish to God I'd been more understanding of just what it meant to her and what was going on!

A few weeks after that we were both due to fly to the States, Los Angeles, for a big electronics and computer fair. For reasons which I can't explain now a successful business almost driving it's owners into the ground was seeking to branch out into a foreign market, one of the most competitive in the world. Looking back I can see what a terrible mistake it was. Oh, don't get me wrong, it was a financial success; we made buckets of money but at what a cost?

Kate was now an important part of the business and headed up the Marketing branch of the company. She was intelligent, smart, and good at selling things so it was natural for her to take the lead in America. She got on well with the representatives of the American company we were working with, particularly one of their development guys. He was about twenty I suppose, very sharp, suave and debonair. I should have seen it coming I suppose but I didn't, wrapped up as I was in my own problems at home.

When we got back things were OK for a while. We were both tired and stressed by the business but, ironically I suppose, enjoying the idea of making even more money and relishing the challenge of a new environment. Now, of course, I realise that making money purely for the sake of it isn't much of a reward really, particularly when you almost wash your life down the pan! 

We were lying in bed one morning when Kate turned to me and, out of the blue, said, "Mike, we could adopt you know."

"Pardon," I said not sure that I had heard right.

"We could adopt. We can't have kids of our own but we could adopt. There's loads of kids that need a good home."

I was somewhat taken aback by this. In my selfish way I hadn't thought about any of the alternatives. We couldn't have kids and that was that!

"I don't know Kate. I haven't really thought about it."

"We could, it'd be easy. I'm sure we wouldn't have any trouble."

I knew though, that I didn't want to but I put off saying that. "This is a bit sudden Kate, give me a chance to think about it."

"Mmm," she said with a smile that, had I noticed, had a touch of resigned sadness about it.

Stupid, so, so stupid, that I was then, I didn't realise that she was testing me really. Giving me a chance to meet her halfway. Had I agreed would she have gone through with it? I don't know, neither did she but she didn't get the chance.

A couple of days later she raised in again, "Mike, have you, you know, thought about adopting?"

Well I had and as far as I was concerned it was a no-no. Bad enough to have your life controlled by your own child, let alone somebody else's. "Kate, I don't think I want that. I'd love to bring up my own child, see you pregnant but someone else's. Kate I don't think I'm cut out for that." I know I'm not perfect but now I realise that this was the height of selfishness but I didn't see it like that – fool!

Now strangely enough she didn't press the point or argue. That alone should have told me that all was not well but, well I've said, things were difficult then and it was another problem I didn't have to think about – at least I thought so but I was wrong.


Over the next month Kate made a couple of trips to the States to set up the business over there and one evening as we sat in the lounge she raised the issue of children again.

"Mike," she said pensively, "we could try AI."

"AI? Kate I don't know what you're talking about."

"For a child," she said quietly, "Artificial Insemination."

"What's that?" I asked because I didn't have a clue.

She took a deep breath, "It's where they fertilize one of my eggs with sperm from an anonymous donor. I could get pregnant and everything. They're starting to use it in the States and it works well."

Well, this hit me like a sledgehammer. Did she really want to do that? But I, in my selfishness, brushed her wishes aside because I knew, knew straight away, that this was a complete non-starter.

"No Kate, no way. Kate I don't think I could stand the thought of you carrying another man's baby. Kate no, no. I'm sorry." It was a clear indication, if any was needed, that our relationship was heading for a rocky shore. I was blunt, unthinking, cruel even and still I didn't understand how much it meant to her. I don't think she would have gone through with this either but I wasn't understanding enough to see how much it mattered.

Her only response was a rather sad, "It's all right, I understand." And you know, she did. She did understand that I loved her so much I couldn't bear to see her pregnant with another man's child. She was so strong was Kate and, as I've said, her love for me knew no bounds. I know that because I stretched it so far!

Looking back I suppose I should have realised that things really deteriorated after that. She spent more and more time in Los Angeles dealing with American issues and I spent more and more time at work making money. We hardly saw each other, let alone made love but it didn't bother me. You know what they say, when the stress levels increase the sex drive disappears and that must have been what was happening. Either that or I knew, deep down inside, that something was very wrong.

So things were bad then they got worse.

It was the last thing we expected, it was sudden and it ripped the heart out of the life of our family. One morning Angela didn't come in for breakfast and Mandy, going to the flat, found her on the floor. She'd had a massive heart attack and died almost immediately.

Look, you must understand that we were a tightly knit group of people. The only immediate family I had were mum and now Joe. Angela had been almost like another mother to me, lover as well. She'd been like a sister to mum, sister and lover too. And John, well John was destroyed.

Mum was upset, very upset of course, but managed to deal with it with Joe's help. John and I, well! I dealt with it on my own, well almost. Kate knew about Angela and me obviously but, at that time, I didn't think she really understood how I felt about Angela and she was away so much. I had loved Angela, oh not like mum, not like Kate, but I still loved her. I suppose I was grateful that Kate was in America when it happened because I could cry at home: and I did. When she came back it was difficult to talk to her about it. All the problems of the past few months had left us almost reluctant to talk to each other. It was so difficult to talk to Kate like I used to, there seemed to be a barrier. I suspect it was a self-imposed barrier but it was there nevertheless. I cried alone for this wonderful woman who had such an impact on my life. I'm a pragmatist however, and life has to go on so I got hold of myself. It's lucky that I did because John, poor John, just went to pieces.

As I said, he had taken to drinking just a bit more than socially, not too much but it was affecting his life, his work and his marriage. Now he took refuge from his grief even deeper in a bottle. Drunk more often that sober, he became a burden to us all and poor Mandy went through hell. I had to arrange everything – he was completely incapable although, in a way, it helped me. I've found that this arranging everything, funeral, service, etc, helps me, sort of, say goodbye to the person involved. I know that after the church service and the chapel before the cremation I felt a release, as if I'd said goodbye to someone on a long journey. Don't get me wrong, I'm not religious and don't believe in the afterlife per se, but I don't know what happens when our body stops functioning. Perhaps there is something – who knows but thinking that it's a possibility helps me say goodbye to loved ones.

As you can probably imagine, this coming on top of all the other issues in our marriage strained our relationship almost to breaking point. I was morose, unhappy I suppose and, in that perverse way we have, was blaming Kate because I couldn't, or indeed, wouldn't tell her how much Angela meant to me. If I hadn't been so self-centred, thinking only of my pain, I'm sure she would have helped me. It was all oh so bloody stupid really but then we're like that us humans, aren't we. We've got a bloody language, we can talk to each other, but we often find it difficult to communicate! I must have been pretty difficult just then and it's not surprising, I suppose, that Kate spent more and more time in Los Angeles, almost basing herself there and just visiting our home in the UK.

Chapter 18: *Mandy – 1

Straight/Oral/Anal:

Looking back I just can't understand why I didn't see what was happening, didn't realise how overwork, selfishness, lack of understanding was driving her away. And yet, yet, through all that I still loved her! Can you understand that?




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 03



Things came to a head about six weeks after Angela's funeral. Kate had just made a flying visit, too tired for sex she said but that wasn't the real reason, before she quickly returned to the States. It was a Saturday, I was in the garden cutting the grass. Ah you say, what was a busy business man doing cutting his own grass. Well there was a lot of it and I had a sit-on mower. I found it absolutely relaxing to race this little machine around the lawns imagining I was Jackie Stewart so it was something I enjoyed doing and, although I had a gardener, I always found time for it. I'd just finished when the phone rang. It was Mandy.

"Mike, oh Mike can you come over. I need to talk to you!" She sounded strange, pressured, almost unsure.

"'Course Mandy. Is everything all right?"

"Yes, yes," she said nervously, "I'll tell you when you get here."

"OK, I'm in the garden so I'll grab a shower. Be about half an hour."

"OK, see you then."

What's this about? I thought – John! Certain to be John although she sounded, well different. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Puzzled, I quickly showered and slipped on shirt and slacks. The drive over only took a few minutes and in just over half and hour I was there.

When she opened the door I immediately noticed that she looked different. I should describe Mandy. Just a bit shorter than Kate, she was above medium height but not so slim: rather more well built. Like some women who are plumper she had a marvellous figure, just that it was bigger! And she had that free sexiness that many women of this type have. Kids hadn't made her put on weight but, in her own way, she was trim – the flesh was all in the right places. I suppose that's why I fancied her really, she had a magnificent arse, bigger even than Angela but still shapely, curving sensuously. As I've written we'd flirted with each other since we met really but it never went any further than that, just flirting. Don't get me wrong, had I not been married, I would have tried to take it further but for John, although she played she never showed any inclination to take up my many lewd offers though I'm sure she enjoyed receiving them. In her own way she was quite demure, sometimes seeming even shy when I really turned it on with her but she would always laugh me off with a smile or a playful cuff around the ear.

So, there I was standing on the doorstep looking at Mandy. The first thing I noticed was that she was wearing far more makeup than usual. Red lipstick and very sexy eyeliner with just a touch of rouge. It wasn't over the top but it was so unusual that I was somewhat taken aback.

"Oh Mike, thanks, thanks for coming over," she said, "come in. There's some coffee in the lounge." With that she turned and led the way. WOW!! She was wearing the tightest imaginable ski pants that showed her arse off to perfection. Not many women can wear tight ski pants, Mandy could! Add to that the fact that she was wearing a very tight blouse and the skimpiest of bras and you can imagine just what she looked like – a brash young woman wandering around the streets of Kings Cross looking for a trick! I couldn't believe it but I was bloody interested!

Look, I hadn't had much sex for ages. Kate was away, when she did come back it was rushed, hurried, nothing like before and it wasn't very frequent and beside, the old sex drive seemed to be depressed by the stresses that we had all experienced over the past few months. But just now, well, it wasn't diminished, far from it! She looked just right – so instantly fuckable it almost hurt but I put it on hold, with difficulty, but I did.

We sat opposite in the lounge and she said again, "Thanks Mike, it's good of you to come over."

I smiled, god she looked good! "It's a pleasure Mandy, always a pleasure to look at you!" She blushed, "Where's John?" He would normally be home on Saturday afternoon, although he might well be drunk!

"He's left," she said sadly, fixing me with her eyes, "I told him to leave." She noticed my shock, "Oh Mike, you can't know. I couldn't stand it any more. He hasn't been sober in weeks, and the despair. He cries, just sits there and cries for no reason. Oh Mike I know how much his mum meant to him but he's got to move on hasn't he?" She seemed to be asking for my understanding. Well, frankly I'd wondered how she'd put up with him for this long!

"Mandy, love, I know it's been difficult. Where is he?" He was my friend after all, almost like a brother although I hadn't been able to reach him since Angela left. I think that, in some way, my relationship with her was causing some of his hurt.

"I think he's at the flat," she said. That would be my old flat in the Barbican. The firm kept it on for emergencies, entertaining, or for a visiting dignitary or some such. To be frank it was empty most of the time but it was useful.

"Well," I said with a sigh, "he can drink himself silly there. I'll look in on him on Monday."

"He's been strange with you as well hasn't he?"

"Mmm," I said careful because, obviously, Mandy wasn't aware of my relationship with Angela, "I think it's just too much for him Mandy. Hopefully he'll pull himself out of it."

She looked sad but defiant, "I've had it with him Mike. I've tried, tried everything. He won't even sleep with me," she added with a knowing look. That got me to thinking about 'sleeping' with her and JT, quiet for a goodly time, began to show an interest. "I tried, you know, to . . . Oh I don't know! To interest him but . . . well he wasn't. He needs help Mike but he won't ask."

"I know Mandy love. I've tried as well," I smiled trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit, "oh not to sleep with him," she laughed sadly and her tension eased a bit, "but I can't seem to get through to him. Mum's tried as well but no good either. I think he's got to come out of it on his own Mandy. Now, how about you? Where are the kids?" I expected them to be about somewhere.

"They're staying at Sophie's for a week or two," she said. Sophie was her sister who lived a couple of miles away.

"Mandy," I said surprised, "you can't stay here on your own, not after this." I was concerned about her. She seemed down and I didn't like the idea of her being on her own. Now her demeanour changed. She stood, crossed the room, and sat on my lap. Bloody hell, it was gorgeous!

"I was hoping I wouldn't be on my own," she said in a sultry voice, "I was hoping that you'd take me upstairs and explore this arse of mine that you think is so delicious!"

WOW!!!!

"Mandy!?!?" was about all I could manage to say before she carried on.

"I want you Mike. I've wanted you since we met but, well, for John but now? Fuck it Mike. I need to be fucked. He hasn't touched me for months. I've had it with him Mike, I need it and I need you to give it to me. All those things you teased me with, things you said you'd do. Do them: all of them and more." With that she planted a kiss on my lips that booked no refusal – and there wasn't any!

All the barriers seemed to fall away. All the stress, all the tension seemed to disappear in a feeling of absolute, wanton desire. No love here just passion, base, animal passion. The need of a male for a female. I returned her kiss with interest, my tongue forcing it's way into her willing mouth where it met hers and danced. No gentle dance here, just the need to connect to her.

She must have felt my cock rapidly hardening under her bottom because she ground down on me, wriggling her magnificent cleavage on my lap. I needed to get at her, at her body. Touch it, possess it, ravage it I suppose. She must have felt the same because she began to undo the buttons on my shirt but gave up and just ripped it away before she bent and kissed my shoulders. I didn't bother with buttons on her blouse either, just ripped it apart, then the same with her bra. I must have hurt her I suppose but she didn't seem to mind as my mouth fastened on her lovely nipples and sucked. Nothing mattered then, work, John, even Kate. I just had to get at her and fuck her.

"Oh yes, you bastard. I've wanted you to do that for a long time. Suck them, suck them both. Oh bloody hell, yes, yes, yes." Her arse pushed down on me and now I had to have some release as JT was suffering severe strains of cramp. I moved her off my lap and on to the length of the sofa, laying her down. I quickly stood and loosed my slacks, underpants, and socks. Her eyes devoured me, focusing totally on my cock.

"Oh god, yes. I want that. Please, please fuck me. Take me. I want it. Oh Mike darling, yes." I was pulling the bloody ski pants down now. They may look great on but they're a bastard to get off in a hurry, and I was in a hurry. My cock was headed for her tight little pussy – well I assumed it would be tight! I finally managed to ease them off her legs and was faced with a thong. Well that wouldn't get in the way would it, so I fell on her, lifting her legs and glorying in the sight of her wet pussy. Believe it or not, I didn't even notice her bottomhole so intense was my desire to fuck her.

I leant forward and, moving the thong to one side, presented my cock at her pussy and pushed. She opened easily and I slid inside. Warm, wet, tight, and different. It felt fabulous. Not much style here, I just wanted to fuck her so I was deep inside her in a couple of thrusts. She didn't seem to mind, moaning my name and crying, "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me silly." I did, not that I lasted that long but at least it was long enough for her to have a couple of orgasms. When I finally came it was like an explosion. It seemed so long since I'd cum like that, without a care, explosively, and I enjoyed it immensely. I think that she must have felt me cumming because she had another orgasm right at the end then I pulled out, not totally soft either. Well, it had been quite a while and I was still pretty virile.

Looking down at her I noticed her tiny bottom hole. I could think of only one thing, fucking her tight arse! I could see it now only partially covered by the thong. As I write this I think back to that time. Just then the sex with Mandy seemed to banish everything from my mind, free me if you like. It was as if all my stresses and troubles didn't exist. Of course I must have known they did and, also of course, I still loved Kate but, and I don't know how to explain this, it was as if it was someone else not me who was the person looking down at Mandy.

Mandy was looking up at me and she must have sensed my desire and mirrored it. "Do you want my arse now?" she said with a sexy smile, "you promised to explore it so often. Now you can!"

I leant forward a kissed her then, "Where? Are you ready for that?"

"Upstairs and yes. Now come on and fuck me. You've promised me often enough." I lifted her up and she stood, naked except for her thong, and looked up at me. "You don't know how much I've looked forward to this moment," she said breathlessly. She took my hand and led me out of the lounge and upstairs. I followed her and gazed up at that glorious arse – as I'm sure she intended – and, by the time I got to the bedroom, I was almost ready to explode!

She went into the spare bedroom then turned immediately and sank to her knees, "I want to suck that lovely cock before you bury it in my arse. Would you like that?" She was playing me or rather, she was playing the 'me' that was there because it seemed as if it was someone else taking part in this, someone removed from me. I couldn't understand it then and I don't really understand it now. I suppose it was just a release of the boundaries, no concern about consequences, just outright lust. I certainly know that, just then, I think I would have done anything she asked – and probably hated myself if I went too far. Thankfully that didn't happen, although we sailed close to the edge in those two exciting weeks.

My answer to her question was to grab her head with one hand, my cock with the other and bring it to her mouth. She smiled, opened her mouth, and sucked me in. I knew John was quite a bit smaller than me, only 6 or so inches, so I thought she would struggle with my 8½ but it didn't seem to bother her, she took most of it in with ease then went to work on my cock. It was heaven! Her hands came up and held my cock, wanking me as she sucked, and played with my balls. I'm sorry to say that I lost myself then and fucked her mouth quite hard. She didn't seem to mind, indeed for all our time together, she liked to be 'used' almost. It was as if she knew that what we were doing was wrong, that it wouldn't last long, and that she had to behave completely out of character. Looking back now I can see it was like an extended porn movie with Mandy and I being the stars. She was normally quite demure and not sexual in the way that Kate was but over those weeks well, she seemed a different woman. Confident, forward, sexy and sexual, and completely lacking in any inhibitions.

I was enjoying this! I was someone else, not Mike married to Kate but some guy who was fucking this woman, and by god I wanted to fuck her, fuck her arse. I reached down and stopped her head.

"Enough Mandy, I want that arse. Are you ready?" I wasn't going to take her unprepared. Even in this excited state I wasn't going to go that far!

"Oh fuck yes," she said looking up at me from her kneeling position, "am I fucking ready! Mike, I've been ready for this for weeks. Here's the oil." She reached in the cabinet draw for the baby oil that I assumed she and John used.

I lifted her up and kissed her passionately, running my hands over her arse cheeks and pulling her too me. I could feel her nipples, rock hard, pressing into my chest, and I thought that I would have to pay some attention to her gorgeous tits, far bigger than any I had really played with before. "How do you want your arse fucked?" I whispered in her ear.

"Long and fucking hard," she responded as she covered my face with her kisses. I think that, just then, I could have treated her without concern. Luckily, all I really wanted to do was fuck her arse and I wanted to see her face as I did it. I turned her back to the bed and sat her on the edge. It was a high bed so I was going to take her arse standing, leaning down as I folded her legs back. Don't ask me why I wanted her this way because I couldn't really tell you. I had hardly ever taken Kate or mum this way but, for some unexplained reason, I wanted it like that. Perhaps it was because I didn't do it with either mum or Kate, I don't know.

Looking up at me she squeezed some oil on to her hands and worked it into my cock. "Mmm, this is nice," she said as she gently masturbated me. Luckily she seemed to realise that she shouldn't do it too hard!

She finished put the oil on the side. "Lay back," I said and, as she did so, I held her legs up and parted them. I could see the sensuous gash of her sex, red and swollen in her arousal and, below, the tiny star of the bottomhole. Now I reached for the oil and squeezed some right inside her tightness. This brought a long drawn out, "OOOoooohhhhh, that's nice," which was followed by an even louder, "AAAggghhh," as I worked the oil in with my finger. Spreading some round the outside of her sphincter I was finished. My cock felt like it would burst and my balls, well explode would be the right word.

"Now fuck my arse just like you've promised," she said looking up at me through lidded eyes.

Leaning forward I quickly guided my cock to her tiny arsehole and pushed the head gently inside. Even this hot I wasn't going to completely forget her pleasure – mine as well really. Get carried away and drive right home and, bingo, it's all over before you realise. Take some time and it's much more enjoyable!

"Oh fucking hell!!!!" exploded from Mandy, "that is fucking enormous!"

"Want to stop?"

"Not on your fucking life," she said. "I've bloody waited for this for ages. I want to take it all!"

Still smiling I nodded and pushed another two inches inside her. Hell she was tight, not that practised at anal sex she told me afterwards. John enjoyed it, not to the same extent as Kate and me, and they didn't do it that often. In addition, she'd never had the advantage of being trained by mum as Kate had but Mandy said she had looked forward to me fucking her arse for ages and she wasn't about to let the opportunity slip.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh god, oh fuck!!" It was like a litany that she moaned over and over as I buried more of my cock steadily into her arse. I was having trouble! She was obviously enjoying this although I was stretching her just a bit. Her anus and rectum clung to my cock but the slipperiness of the oil lubricated her channel and made sliding back and forth an exquisite experience. Soon I was deep inside her, 8 inches reaching into her bowels.

I leant forward and whispered, "Well??"

"Oh god, yes. Oh please!!! Fuck me now, fuck me there. I know you want to!!"

Yes I bloody did so I started to move. Long, firm strokes leaving only my cockhead in then driving back deep inside. As I hit bottom each time a low moan escaped from Mandy's lips followed by a groan as I pushed even harder. Now I changed to short, sharp strokes using just the tip of my cock. Teasing her almost before driving home occasionally. The resulted in a quiet yelp of surprise and a plaintive, "Oh Mike, Mike, please don't tease!"

I smiled, leant forward, and kissed her mouth as I drove home again and began to fuck her arse in earnest. Short strokes, long strokes, mixed strokes, I wasn't really bothered because I was close now but even this excited I wanted her to cum (again?). She kissed me back and her hands came up and grasped my arse cheeks, pulling me into her arse even deeper. Pulling away slightly I looked into her eyes and I could see she was there now, sailing on her own orgasm. Her rectum fluttered around my cock and her anus gripped even tighter as I thrust deep that final time and began to loose my cream deep inside her body.

"OH MY GOD!! Oh Fucking hell, you bastard!! Aaaaagggggghhhh," she screamed as my cum must have prolonged her high. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, YEssssss." It seemed that she became even tighter then and squeezed the remnants of cum from my balls.

"You bloody marvel!" I managed to say breathlessly, "fuck Mandy that was good!" Then I pulled back from her, sat and laid back on the bed. She turned and held me, wrapping her legs around mine.

"Oh bloody hell Mike that was just like I imagined it would be," she said out of breath as well. Her hand reached for my cock, softer now although not totally KO'd. "I hope there's more where that came from." God she was bloody insatiable but I didn't mind trying to keep up!

Laughing, I replied, "Yes but I need a bit of a rest."

"Mmm, good idea. Let's tidy up and I'll get something to eat." Suddenly serious she added, "You will stay won't you? Please!" There was need in that question; need suffused with desire, pain, longing – all sorts of emotions expressed in that tiny word.

I felt that need as well. A need to lose myself in her house, her bedroom, her body. No cares, no worries, just sex with a willing woman. I looked back often to this time and tried to explain to myself how I was able to forget everything for those two weeks. We are strange things, us humans, capable of the weirdest acts of self-delusion. Of course nothing changed, got worse in fact, but it didn't seem to matter.

Because of this my response was as eager as hers, "Yes Mandy love, of course I'll stay. Come on, shower!" I was going to make her enjoy this shower! She went off first to deal with my cum then called me in a few moments later. Their shower wasn't quite as big as ours and Mandy was certainly 'larger' than Kate so it was a bit of a tight squeeze but there was room enough. I don't think that John had subjected her to a wash in the shower so she seemed a bit surprised as I said, "Still Mandy, let me wash you."




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 03



Eyebrows raised, she did let me begin then, as I soaped her body, she realised that this might be rather good. I started on her shoulders, softly sloping in that beautiful female manner, then moved on to her boobs. Much larger than Kate's or Mum's and almost as big as Angela's. Now, as I've written, I'm not really a 'big tit' man but, for some unexplained reason, Mandy's boobs really excited me. She was in her mid thirties then and had born four children so her boobs weren't that firm but they didn't sag too much, still retaining a delicious shape. I moved my soap filled hands to her mounds of pleasure and began to lave both with gentle pressure, catching her nipples between my fingers as I did so.

"Oh bloody hell, yes. That IS nice. Keep doing that!" Mandy enjoyed my attention to her boobs and, just now, I was too! I continued to soap her there, massaging, stroking, lifting, squeezing, until the nipples enlarged. She had enormous nipples, bigger that almost all other women I'd been with although you didn't realise just how big until she was aroused. I do like big nipples, as I've written, and now I decided to play! Using the shower head, I rinsed the soap away and moved my mouth to suck these lovely brown hazelnuts – large hazelnuts! At the same time I continued to massage her boobs underneath. I sucked quite hard for a time, changing from one to the other, then began to bite her nipples tenderly. Not too hard, just enough to let her feel the edge of my teeth.

"Oh fuck yes. Bite them harder! Harder! Harder! Ooohhh bloody hell, yes!!" She seemed to be enjoying this, I was! Now I pulled my teeth along her nipple, biting and sucking at the same time, stretching her and lifting her breast with just mouth and teeth. This provoked a long, drawn out, "Aaaaggghhhh," from Mandy and a shudder that almost made her lose her footing. I was taking her weight with my hands just now so she was OK as I moved to the other breast and began again.

"Oh my god. Oh suck my tits, suck them, please." She was really motoring now! "Oh fuck, bite me, bite them. Fucking hard. Oh god, yes," and another drawn out "Aaaaggghhhh," as I lifted the second breast by the nipple. This was followed by another shudder and a long sigh as I moved away.

She calmed, "Oh god, where have you bloody well been?" Then, as she felt my soap covered hands move down across her tummy and the base of her spine, "Oh fuck, you bugger . . ." My mouth covered hers and stopped her speech for a while and our tongues entwined. She pulled away as one hand found her pussy and began to gently wash her there, my middle finger finding the gash of her sex and stroking across.

"Oh yes, yes. Oh fuck!!!" My finger had slipped inside her pussy by now, swiftly followed by a second, and I was slowly fucking her, pushing both in deep.

Then, "Oh bugger, you bastard!!!" as my other hand found the crease of her bottom and the fingers wandered over her anus.

"Oh fuck," and a shudder followed as my middle finger found her anus and pushed gently past the tightness – although not quite so tight now after her sodomisation earlier! I was able to get this finger in quite deep so added a second to the mix stretching her just a little.

"Shit, fucking shit!! Oh you lovely bastard! Aaaaaggghhh." 

Now I began to fuck her arse and her pussy with my fingers. "Put your arm round my neck," I whispered because I knew her legs would go soon! Deeper and deeper I pushed my fingers, sometimes front and back together, sometimes alternately, until I was in as deep as I could go. I bent my head to suck at her tits now, awkward with her arm around my neck, but I wanted this to be a total experience for her. I must admit that JT had partly recovered by now but I was happy for her to take her pleasure.

She didn't last very long once my mouth covered her nipple!

"Oh bloody FUCK!!!!" she shouted and my hand was flooded by her juice. Suddenly all her weight was on my two hands with fingers buried deep inside her arse and pussy. It was nearly too much, it's lucky I was fairly fit! Her orgasm seemed to go on for ages. I suppose that having fingers jammed in front and back did help but she finally managed to get hold of herself.

"Oh Mike, Mike that was marvellous. I want to do you now!" and she soaped her hands and began to wash me. Not as practised as Kate in this – being washed by Kate was a sybaritic experience – she still managed to make it very enjoyable! Pretty soon she had found my hardening cock and used her soap filled hand to wank me to full strength.

"Mmm, I like that," she said looking down at her hands around my cock, "can I suck it. Please," she pouted. WELL!!!

"Oh fuck yes Mandy, do what you bloody well like!"

She smiled, rinsed the soap from my cock, and knelt. "This is lovely," she said as she continued to masturbate me. "It's bigger than John – lovely." She smiled, "You stretched my arse you know, you bad man." Then she seemed to have a sudden thought and she looked up at me. "I want you in me again tonight. I want you to fuck me again in my pussy and my arse." Her eyes were full of desire as she said, almost to herself, "All those things you said you'd do to me – I want them. The films, I want to do the things in them with you." Films, I thought? She continued, "Can you, can you if I suck you now?" A wry smiled crossed her features, "I've had your cum in my pussy and my arse. I want it in my mouth now! Can you, can you please?" She pouted again.

Well! I was pretty sure that, given a rest and a woman who was obviously sexually rampant, I could probably manage to stay hard for her later on so I nodded down at her.

"Suck away Mandy dear, I'll fuck you some more later." So she did! Her mouth covered my cock almost immediately and she sucked, sucked quite hard, taking half of me inside. Her tongue washed my cockhead in the warm wetness of her mouth and found my tiny pee hole. One hand continued to wank my cock quite hard whilst the other cupped my balls and squeezed gently. I was winding up now. My hands found her head and I began to fuck her mouth steadily.

All the while she was looking up at me, eyes wide as my cock explored the depths of her mouth. I wanted more. Who was I then? Taking pleasure with no thought about her although, as it happened, she was enjoying every minute. Over the years I've realised that there is, was, a part of me that got loose then. Part of me that didn't consider the other. Part of me that I don't like very much. It only ever happened in those exciting few weeks with Mandy. A period that, afterwards, I was pretty ashamed of.

But now I was fucking her face and I wanted her to swallow my cock. Films, she'd said. I assumed she meant porn films. OK! Well in most of these the girls swallow cock and she was going to swallow mine. With my cock half buried I could feel the back of her mouth so I held her still. "Swallow Mandy, swallow my cock!" 

Her eyes widened in surprise but she moved her head slightly, moving my cock to the top of her throat, then she did swallow. She wasn't practised however and quickly gagged, pulling away and coughing.

"Oh fuck, that IS exciting," she said.

"Do you want to try again?" I wasn't so far gone that I was going to force her but, by heck, I did want to fuck her throat!

"Bloody hell yes. If they can do it so can I." She was thinking of the films as well. "Here goes!" and she took me back in her mouth, kneeling up so she could shift the angle of her head slightly. Now she sucked quite hard and, to be truthful, I didn't think I'd last much longer and I certainly didn't want to cum in her throat so I had to exercise some control. I suppose that, deep down, I knew that it would be difficult for her in this position. First time deep throating is best done lying down off the edge of a bed so the lady can get mouth and throat in a straight line so kneeling makes it a bit difficult for the unpractised.

I felt my cockhead just enter her throat and the muscles trying to swallow. The feeling was fantastic and I almost thrust forward without consideration for her. I felt my cockhead squeezed and another inch enter her throat. Her eyes were wide and watering as I held her head still for a moment then realised I was about to cum.

I pulled back right out of her mouth to allow her to breathe. "Fuck!!" she said breathlessly, "fuck. I want to try again!"

"No Mandy love. I'm going to cum. Suck it and I'll give you a nice reward!"

She smiled up, "Mmm, yes. I want your spunk," with which she covered my cockhead with her mouth and sucked. Wanking my cock at the same time, it wasn't long – moments in fact, and I was shooting cum onto her tongue. She sucked and sucked and sucked, draining me dry almost as if she was milking my balls. I continued to fuck her face right through my orgasm holding her head firmly. She didn't mind, enjoyed every minute, and kept my cock in her mouth as it softened then stood and showed me her prize. Opening her mouth she used her tongue to work the spunk around before swallowing it. Obviously John had taught her some of the tricks he had learnt from mum!

"That was nice," she said with a demure smile, "I just hope that you can fuck my arse again later. AND I am going to swallow all that cock of yours," she continued. "I've had it all in my pussy, all in my arse, now I want it all in my mouth. I hope you will be able," she added in a 'little girl' voice and with a great big pout.

I held her naked body to mine. "Mandy, love, I'll do my bloody best. You are one hot woman!"

"Mmm," she said with a smile, "I suppose I'd better feed you then, build up your strength for the coming fray! Are we finished washing now?"

"Mmm, I think so, don't you."

"So you don't want to wash me some more?" she said coyly. "Oh well, I'll just have to cook you something," she added poking her tongue out at me. Do women know these things automatically. Pouting, tongue poking, but god they excite me and now I was beginning to think about 'washing' her again. I reached for her.

"No, you naughty man, I need a rest as well!" She knew she was teasing but I knew she was ready to give her all later so I wasn't bothered.

"Come on then, I'll dry you off," I said with a smile and I did. She gave me a towelling as well then a soft dressing gown to wear over some lounge trousers that, strangely enough, fitted me quite well. She wore silk trousers under her dressing gown.

It was obvious when we got downstairs that she had prepared for this evening. All the food was almost ready and it didn't take her long to rustle up a lovely meal. She gave me a bottle of wine to open and, when I only poured myself half a glass she raised her eyebrows.

"Not drinking Mike? You like wine don't you. It's one of your favourites." She knew my fondness for certain wines but, obviously, she wasn't aware that I didn't drink very much before sex. I'd been told long ago that alcohol blunts a man's 'sword' so I only drank a very small amount if I knew I was going to 'perform'.

I smiled back at her, "Don't want to jeopardise my performance later do I?" She blushed shyly. Women are funny aren't they? She could blush now at the dinner table having behaved as she had that afternoon. I think these contrary emotions completely perplex us men – well I know they do me and I've known quite a few women. Still, that's a major part of their charm isn't it. You never quite know where you are with a woman, even one you are married to!

In a strange way our meal was somewhat subdued. Topics of conversation didn't stray into areas that may have caused us difficulty like Kate and John. We spoke about her kids, where they were staying, how long, that sort of thing and we spoke about work but even that didn't get too close to issues we both wanted, subconsciously of course, to avoid. I suppose it's an ability we have, we humans, to avoid issues that might be tricky to deal with.

Chapter 19: *Mandy – 2 

Deep Throat/ Straight /Tit fuck/DP (dildo)/Anal:

After the meal Mandy suggested we leave the clearing up 'til tomorrow and have some coffee in the lounge. She'd made the meal so, "I'll make it," I said, "go and sit down." Then added with a smile, "Have a rest to prepare for later on!"

She smiled back sexily. We were both returning to that mood of sexual excitement that had been suspended over the meal. "I don't want you to wear yourself out either," she said with a pout, "you have to fuck my arse again!" She put her finger in the corner of her mouth and added with a little girl voice, "Oh, I forgot, you have to fuck my pussy and my mouth as well!" Now her other hand opened her housecoat and lifted one of her wonderful boobs, "Oh," she went on, "you might want to fuck these as well. I've never done that but I've seen it on John's films. Would you like to do that?" Another pout!

Do you know, I'd actually never done that. The vast majority of the women I went out with didn't really have boobs that big so I hadn't savoured this particular form of fucking even with Angela. "Mmm," I said with a lascivious smile, "I'm pretty certain I've never done that either so we can practice together can't we?"

"Oh yes but not until I've tried to swallow you again!" By now I would have been happy to forget about coffee but I didn't really want to rush things – we had all night after all – I wasn't going to leave her tonight. So I just smiled and started coffee as she left for the lounge. I followed her a few minutes later and sat opposite, pouring her coffee as I did so. After her gushing sexuality just before I was surprised that she was quite demure as we finished our drinks and, although her eyes were full of something very like lust, she said little. We were soon finished and she snuggled up to me, resting her head on my shoulder. It wasn't long before her hand crept into my dressing gown and began to play with the hairs on my chest then probe lower down where my cock was beginning to feel itself again.

"Mmm," she murmured in my ear, "feels like you're ready to play again?" Turning, I kissed her and pushed my tongue past her luscious lips and met hers. As I did so my hand found her lovely breast and began to knead the soft flesh before tweaking the nipple gently feeling it harden under my fingers. I moved my mouth from hers to suckle on the hard nipple, moving her housecoat away in the process. Both boobs now available, I used my mouth on one, my hand on the other then changed. After a while of this I moved my hand down, under the hem of her bedroom slacks, and found the curly hair of her mount then the soft gash of her sex. She was wet by now and I could feel her tiny man sticking proudly upright begging to be squeezed – so I did! This set her off like a rocket.

All the time I was doing this she had hold of my cock, not wanking, hardly moving in fact, just sort of 'in possession'. Her orgasm caused her to squeeze tightly as she moaned, "Oh fuck yes. Oh you bastard, that is sooooo good. Oh bloody hell, yes – DO THAT!"

'That' was sticking two fingers in her pussy and fucking her hard while I sucked and bit her nipples. Although it was awkward I managed to ease my other hand underneath her bottom, slipping my middle finger along the crease between her cheeks, and finding the exciting tightness of her anus. I pushed gently and the muscle eased, my finger slipping in to the second joint.

"Oh dear god, yes. Fuck my arse, fuck my cunt. Oh PLEEEEZE!"

I suppose it was lucky really that I was in such a difficult position, close to cramp in fact, with my hand being sat on, my mouth fastened to her nipple. It meant I didn't have to worry about my own orgasm: that was nowhere in sight – particularly as she still hadn't released her iron grip on my cock.

I continued to fuck her arse and her pussy with my fingers, and to suck her nipples as she moaned though a fairly big orgasm. Finally she let out a long sigh and, as I raised my head from her breast, said with a laugh, "You bastard, that was bloody good. Two is better than one I think," she added with a mysterious smile.

"Two?"

"Mmm. You wait and see! Now it's time to swallow that lovely cock of yours. I've been neglecting you haven't I?"

I laughed, "I think I had something to do with that!"

"Mmm." She moved to kneel in front of me, opened my dressing gown and slipped my trousers down. JT was standing proud now, looking forward to exploring the recesses of Mandy's mouth and, possibly, throat. "He's lovely," she said as she began to 'lollipop' my cock, "lovely and sooooo big!" I just laughed and laid back to enjoy the feeling of a woman sucking cock.

She didn't suck straight away, using her mouth rather on my balls, taking each in side her mouth and playing her tongue around them. After a while of this, still wanking my cock gently, she licked underneath and all around my ball sack. She must have learnt this from John because mum sucked cock like this. It seemed to go on for ages but it didn't bring on a climax, rather kept me on the boil. Finally she'd had enough of that and returned to my cock. Looking me straight in the eye, she took my cockhead in her mouth and sucked. She got her reward – a dollop of pre-cum. She looked surprised, then upset, finally OK, realising that I hadn't actually cum, just fed her a dose of lube! She pulled away for a moment, swirled the pre-cum in her mouth, and swallowed.

"I thought you'd cum," she said with a pout. "Too soon!!"

I laughed, "Much more of that and I will!"

"Not yet, you've got lots to do!" and she went back to my cock, sucking, licking, and gently wanking me with one hand while the other cradled my balls.

After a while she looked up, took me out of her mouth, and said, "I want to try now," and she went to take me back in her mouth.

I reached for her head and stopped her. I was rock hard now, my cock like and iron bar, and I knew that there was no way she would swallow me, no matter how much she wanted, in this position. I looked her in the eyes, "You really want to do that?"

"Yes, bugger it, I do. I want you deep in my throat, deep in my pussy, and deep in my arse!"

"Mandy love, you won't be able to unless you lay down." She raised her eyebrows then allowed me to position her on the settee. I laid her lengthwise with her head hanging over the arm so her mouth and throat were in a straight line – the only way she was ever going to do this for the first time; especially as my cock was solid. I moved round to stand over her head and her hand reached up to grasp my cock. She seemed eager, intense in her desire to do this thing she'd seen. "Make it nice and wet," I said with a smile so she did, licking, sucking, slurping on the end of my cock. Then she fed my cock into her mouth, her tongue caressing the underneath as it slid in. I felt the tip touch the back of her mouth and I stopped for a moment.

"Deep breath Mandy darling, then swallow." I gave her a moment as she breathed in then pushed gently forward feeling the top of her throat around the end of my cock. Then the sensation of her throat muscles gripping and my erection slid deeper in her mouth. It was an exquisite feeling as my cock was almost pulled down her throat. She couldn't hold it for long and, as she gagged, I pulled back, my cock covered in saliva. 

She took a deep breath, swallowed, then said breathlessly "Oh fuck that was exciting. Do it again! I want it all." She reached up and took hold of my cock again and pulled it into her mouth. It seemed she would do this no matter what! My cock hit the back of her mouth and this time she swallowed straight away. I slid down her throat and my balls rested on her forehead. God what a feeling as the tight muscles of her throat gripped my erection. Out again then she pulled me back. She clearly wanted me to fuck her throat like this but it didn't do much for me. She was choking each time she swallowed and she didn't seem to be getting much pleasure so I pulled out, knelt, and kissed her saliva covered lips.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 03



"You've done it Mandy. We'll stop now. Anyway," I added with a laugh, "I don't want to choke you with a throat full of cum do I?"

"No, I suppose not," she said grumpily, "but I want you to cum like that. Perhaps another day." So this was to go on after today I thought and, do you know, I wanted that. This freedom I felt was quite as intoxicating as the sex – I didn't want to let either go.

"Mmm, I think I'd like that," and I kissed her again. And I did, cum in her mouth like that. Over the next couple of weeks she became quite practised in swallowing my cock. "But now, now Mandy love, I want to take you upstairs and fuck the arse off you!" So saying I helped her stand and we kissed passionately before she pulled away.

"I'll go up first," she said with a pout. "I hope you want to fuck the arse of me as well so I'll get ready. Can you possibly wait?" she added in her little girl voice and with her finger crooked in the corner of her mouth.

I laughed, "Oh yes Mandy, I could wait a long time to fuck that delicious arse of yours but I want that pussy first."

"Mmm, sounds good to me. See you in 15 minutes. Now, remember your boy scout training," she added with a laugh, "be prepared."

I laughed back, "I wasn't ever a boy scout sexpot but I will be ready. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be able to think of something to get me interested." She boxed my ears playfully and went upstairs. I followed eyes fixed on the sway of her arse as she climbed the stairs. She went into the bathroom, the spare bedroom had no en-suite, and I waited for her there. About 20 minutes later she came back wearing a long and very sexy Japanese silk dressing gown open at the top showing her lovely cleavage. She immediately knelt down in front of me as I sat on the bed.

"Oh look, he's gone down," she said as she opened my dressing gown, grabbed a detumescent JT, and pouted. "Now I'll have to get him hard again!" With that her mouth completely enveloped my soft cock, taking it all inside. She wasn't able to manage that for long however, because pretty soon I was as hard as iron again. Her tongue and mouth worked wonders on my cock and her hands did pretty well on my balls as well.

"Mmm, nice and hard," she said with a smile, "now, what are you going to do with it?"

I looked down at her kneeling before me. She was smiling. A sexy, luscious, vampish smile that almost brought the beast in me to the fore. I've written before that I think she would have allowed me to do anything with or to her just then and I was almost, almost, tempted to treat her very harshly. I knew all about that of course. I'd seen movies, in the early days on 8 mm film then on video, that showed some very SM type things and, ashamed as I am to admit it, I did find them exciting although I never, repeat never, indulged in anything like that with any of my women friends nor with Angela, Mum, or Kate. Just now however, I was feeling emotions that were difficult to contain. Mandy was so, so wanton I suppose, so desirous of having a sexual experience she would never forget, and I was close, oh so close, to crossing that boundary.

Thankfully although it was difficult, I retained my respect for womanhood gifted to me by my experiences with Angela, Mum, and latterly Kate. I began to feel a tenderness for Mandy that hadn't existed up 'til then and a desire to give her the experience that I thought she craved (and I suppose I did really but I didn't realise that until later) but I wasn't going to debase her in doing so.

I leant forward and softly, tenderly, kissed her forehead. "I'm going to make love to you Mandy, sweetheart, and I'm going to take you every way you ever imagined." I smiled, "Is that OK?"

She seemed to sense my change of mood and became almost coy, demure as she looked up at me. She smiled shyly, "Yes Mike, I think that is just fine," and she stood. I reached forward and undid her gown allowing it to fall away. She was naked underneath and she looked glorious.

"You're beautiful," I said looking up at her.

"No," she said with a shy smile, "I'm too fat, I should have dieted after David (her youngest)."

I laughed and pulled her toward me, "Oh no, you are just perfect!" And, do you know, at that moment she was. I pulled her closer and buried my head in the crease of her sex, gently biting her mons, then rolled sideways on the bed pulling her with me. She laughed and we rolled about together until we ended up next to each other as we both stripped off our gowns. Both naked now, I took up my usual position leaning on one elbow looking down at her. I needed to kiss her, to show her how tender I could be after the relatively brutal way I'd treated her up 'til now so I began with her lips. Softly, tenderly, gently. No tongue, no intrusion, just a kiss but a kiss that told her I wasn't a brute, that I wanted to make love to her not just have sex.

She seemed to appreciate my tenderness and returned my kiss less passionately than before but with more feeling. I stroked her hair, kissed her cheeks, then moved down to her wonderful breasts. Kissing her nipples first then sucking, I soon had them back to full size. Large hazelnuts that filled my mouth beautifully. I sucked quite hard and used my tongue to wash them before moving on to kiss, suck, and gently nip the rest of her lovely boobs with my teeth. She was moaning softly, crying, "Yes, yes, oh please do that," as I kissed the underside of one breast then the other. All the time my fingers were tweaking, gently pinching, and squeezing her nipples.

"Oh Mike, Mike," she cried softly, "I want you to fuck my tits. Please, I want you to," and her hand pulled my head up to hers. "I want it you know. You'll be gentle and tender," she stroked my cheek, "I know you are. Please, I want to do it." Well, I did as well but I wasn't quite sure of how to go about it. Strange I know for one as experienced as me but, as I said, I didn't usually go for women with larger boobs.

"I'll do anything you want," I said with a smile, "provided that it's making love to you!" She smiled and stroked my cheek.

"Come up here then. I need to get your cock nice and wet." So, as she lay there, I moved my body so my cock was near her mouth. "No, no," she said, "you have to kneel over me. That's how they did it in the film I saw. Mmm, that's right. Yes, now you can lean forward and I can get your lovely cock in my mouth." As she was directing me I got into position, one knee each side of her body, my cock sticking out in front. She grabbed it and pulled me to her mouth causing me to lean forward and take my weight on my arms. Her tongue went to work on my cock. She didn't suck that much, concentrating on depositing saliva so I slid properly. Satisfied finally she said, "Now back down. That's right. Forward a bit. Mmm. Yes! Rub your cock over my tits – oh yes that's nice. Now my nipples. Mmm, yes."

This was fun! Holding my cock I gently beat her tits, concentrating on the nipples which were rock hard by now. After a while of that I used the pre-cum leaking from my cock to coat her nipples and gently tickled them with my cockhead. It was an exquisite feeling. Then, leaning forward just a bit, I laid my cock in her cleavage. Her hands pushed her boobs together and they formed a wonderfully soft, fleshy tunnel around my cock. It felt good, very good indeed. And it was erotic looking down at her as she squeezed her tits together.

"Mmm, that feels nice. Now fuck me there. Yes, like that!" I began to move slowly back and forth. It was totally different from front or back and so sexy to see my cockhead poking out between her boobs as I pushed forward. Mandy seemed to be enjoying this as well and it got even better for me when she bent her head forward somehow and took my cockhead into her mouth on the forward stroke. Then her tongue would flick out and touch the end of my cock.

"Mmm, I like this but don't you cum!" She looked up with a smile, "Well, not this time anyway." She giggled, "We'll have to see whether you can get it in my mouth like this. How good a shot are you?" Well, of course, talk like this made it even more difficult to hold on so I quickly pulled out resulting in a great big pout from Mandy.

"Don't you like me any more?"

I lay back down beside her then kissed her lips, "Mandy, love, I like you a lot and I want to do that again but tonight I want to fuck your pussy and your arse and it you carry on like that I won't be able to." I had already cum three times today and I was aware that the next would probably be my last until morning. Hey, look, four times in as many hours is pretty good anyway but women, well, they don't have to stop do they?

"Mmm, that will be nice. What's next?" she asked brightly. My response was to move down to kiss her tummy button then across her tummy to her mons where I pulled her pubic hair gently with my teeth. Onwards, ever onwards, I passed her pussy by, teasing her tenderly, then kissed the inside of her legs right down to her knees. Her legs opened naturally and, pretty soon, I was back at the pleasure playground between. She was fairly wet by now, all the playing and tit fucking I suppose, and her pussy lips were swollen in arousal. Her 'little man' was standing proud and now I attended to him.

Flicking my tongue to tease her clit, I used my thumb to probe her soft, wet pussy stroking the inside of her vagina. Then I sucked on her clit – she exploded!

"Oh bloody hell, yes, yes, yes. Oh you bugger. DO THAT!!!" 'That' was gently nipping her clit with my teeth right through her orgasm then, just as she was coming down, I eased the two fingers on the hand that was thumb fucking her pussy into her arsehole. 

"God yes, YES. Aaaaaggghhh," was all she managed as she reached another high having just come down from one. I raised my head to look at her – she was 'woman'. Her whole body was covered in a sheen of perspiration, her tongue poking just through her lips, and her eyes hot with desire.

"Oh you bastard – fuck me now. I want that cock inside me." I moved up, aimed my cock at her wet heaven, and pushed forward filling her in one go. "Oh fuck, fuck, that's good. Now fuck me, fuck me hard but don't you dare cum." Easier said than done I thought with a smile. When your partner is so hot it is difficult not to let go but I was determined to show her as much pleasure as I could tonight!

I began to fuck her in earnest then, long, deep and hard in this position. I don't know how many orgasms she had, she seemed to be in a dream world of pleasure but, after a while of this, she opened her eyes and said, "Oh god that is good. I want to change position. Fuck me doggy – I like it like that."

Well I did too but I was going to impose a bit of control first. "No," I said with a smile, bending and kissing her lips, "not just yet. We'll try a few more before we go doggy." I withdrew from her wonderful pussy and rolled her on her side. Lifting her leg I guided my cock into her from the back, thrusting hard to fill her. 

"OH FUCK, that's good as well. Keep doing thaaaaaat. Oh shit, you bastarrrrrrd!" That last was caused as I grasped her body and lifted her so she was sitting on my cock facing away. (Is that called reverse cowgirl in the adult movie world of today?) She obviously liked this a lot, bouncing up and down; first leaning forward then, after a while of that, leaning back, taking the weight on her arms. I must admit I was enjoying it as well. As I've said above, looking back it seemed like an extended adult movie.

"Make me cum," she shouted after a while of bouncing so I timed my upward thrusts to meet her coming down. She wasn't long! "Oh god, oh fucking hell yes," she shouted but she wasn't finished yet. As she came down from her high she leant back and rolled on my body. Her mouth devoured mine as her tongue pushed into my mouth.

"Doggy now," she said sitting up astride my chest, "but I want you to use this as well." She had reached into one of the draws in the bedside cabinet and pulled out a dildo. About the same size as my cock with a flange at one end. "I want to try two," she said intensely. "First you can fuck my pussy with this in my arse, then you can fuck my arse with this in my pussy. How does that sound?" Whilst she was saying this she was sliding her pussy back and forth over my chest, enjoying the feeling of my hairs on her sex I suppose. She reached behind and found my cock which, with the prospect of enjoying her like that, seemed to have grown another inch. "Mmm, I can tell that you like that idea!" So saying she moved off and knelt with her arse in the air. I couldn't wait – how I held off I don't know to this day. Perhaps it was just that I wanted to experience her arse with the dildo in her pussy and, after all, it was my fourth of the day.

Now let me tell you that, fucking a woman doggy and slipping a dildo inside her arse at the same time is one of the most exciting things that I have ever done. I had done it before of course, with Angela, with Mum, and with Kate but Mandy's arse was much bigger, bigger even than Angela's and this was going to be FUN! I reached for the oil on the side then knelt up behind her, placing my cockhead at her pussy lips. I entered her slowly this time, giving her a chance to savour the feeling of being filled although she pushed back quite sharply so before long I was exploring the depths of her vagina with my cockhead. We fucked, and I mean WE. She was pushing back as hard as I was thrusting forward as my thighs were slapping into her buttocks. Her anus was so, so inviting winking at me as it opened and closed minutely in time with our thrusts.

"Now," she said breathlessly, "now. Put it in my arse." Then she looked back with a giggle, "Not your cock. Not yet anyway. Put the fake one in. Go on!" I reached for the lube and squeezed some onto and into her arsehole using my thumb to work it around and deep inside. She was moaning all the time, enjoying being fucked by cock and thumb. Now some lube onto the dildo then offer it to her arsehole.

"Ready Mandy. Ready for two cocks?" 

"Oh fuck am I," she said breathlessly, "I've dreamed about this." I think she meant she'd dreamed about two men but we did have the fake didn't we. Holding myself steady inside her pussy, I pushed the dildo against her sphincter which opened easily. It was quite difficult at first but she relaxed and the fake cock slipped a couple of inches into her rectum. She stilled for a moment then pushed back and took it in halfway.

"Oh jesus christ, oh fuck!! YESSSSSSSSS. All, I want it all. NOW!" So I gave it her and I gave her all my cock at the same time. She let out a scream of surprise then started to move, moaning a soft, "Oh fucking hell," all the while. I began to ream her now. Cock held still deep inside while I fucked her arse with the dildo then changed, dildo deep in her arse while I fucked her pussy. God it was difficult to hold out. I've only ever been involved in a proper DP, I mean with another man, with three women and all were after this event. They were the lovely Miranda, whose is sitting next to me wetting her lips and smiling at the memory, with Kate, and with the wife of the other man with Kate. I must admit that it is an intoxicating experience and I will come on to that later.

Just now I was enjoying the feeling of the fake cock rubbing against mine through the thin membrane that separates vagina and anus. I kept changing rhythm, alternating sometimes, both deep sometimes, all the variations. I think Mandy must have been in almost continuous orgasm because she was moaning and shouting incoherently. It got to the point, however, where I didn't think I could hold out much longer and she had said she wanted me to fuck her arse with the dildo in her pussy so it was time to change. However, even in my aroused state there was one thing I wasn't going to do. That was take the dildo from her arse to her pussy. Before the advent of special lubes that was dangerous so I pulled it out, softly – I didn't want to hurt her, and quickly wiped it. She had obviously prepared so it was only the issue of bacteria that was important but I wasn't going to risk infection.

When I took the dildo out she seemed to regain some composure, looking back at me. "Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop!"

I smiled, "Just changing Mandy dear. I want my cock deep in that lovely arsehole of yours so I can bugger you for a while. Does that sound OK?"

"Oh fuck yes but put that bloody cock in my pussy first." Well, I wanted to do that as well, so I did. I used my normal technique taking time to enter her with the dildo until she was full. Then I fucked her for a while before leaving it fully embedded in her sex. I'd been oiling my cock while doing this and now I placed my cockhead at her anus.

"Mmm, that feels nice. Do it now!"

I pushed and she opened, half of my length sliding easily inside her. It was exquisite. Much tighter than before because of the dildo in her pussy and so much more exciting. She pushed back and took the rest of me inside her with apparent ease now and, before long, I was fucking her arse with long deep strokes. In this position I couldn't comfortably work the dildo in her pussy but it just being there was enough for me, and for Mandy it seems, because she just kept on moaning and thrusting back at me in time with my movements. I couldn't stand this for long. She must have been cumming because her arsehole was gripping my cock tightly. What with that and the tightness caused by the dildo I couldn't hold out.

I let out a yell, what I don't know, as I drove home deep inside her and began to spout my useless seed in her bowels. It was almost painful it was so intense and I didn't seem to be able to stop pulsing cum into her. I think I shot more pulses than I had in a long time. My cum must have provoked a final enormous orgasm for Mandy because now she flopped forward on the bed leaving my softening cock behind. I lay down beside her running my hands over her perspiration coated body. Frankly, I was bloody knackered. This last bout had drained me, not only of spunk, but of energy as well. By the look of Mandy she felt the same. We were both wet from the effort, slippery with body fluids, sweat, perspiration.

"Mandy love, let's struggle to the shower. I'm fucked!"

She showed that she wasn't completely out of it because she smiled wickedly, although with a trace of tiredness as well, "Silly," she said, "I'm the one who's been fucked! And very nice it was too." Now she looked at me coyly, "Can we do it again?"

"Oh god Mandy, not tonight. You'd wear out Superman."

"Mmm," she said with another wicked smile, "I don't think so but I wouldn't mind trying. Oh well, have to wait until tomorrow then!" and she kissed me to show she was playing.

We struggled off to the shower, washing each other with no hanky-panky, then drying off. I was bloody ravenous, thirsty as well so off we went downstairs to eat a very pleasant supper. Afterwards to bed together to sleep the sleep of the completely knackered.

I won't go into any more detail about the next two weeks, this first night is a good example. As I've said, it was rather like an extended porn movie. We did it everywhere, in countless positions, and I regularly filled her mouth, pussy and arse. It was tremendously exciting, although debilitating, but it had to end. I think we both knew that deep down but we didn't want to face it. Or face our other problems I suppose. Anyway, Mandy's kids stayed with their aunt for the fortnight and I stayed with Mandy. I don't think that I either before of since spent such and intense period of sex, especially sex without emotion. No, that's wrong. There was emotion but it was raw most of the time. There were feelings of course. You can't be that close to another person, have such and intense experience, without feeling something for them but that arose afterwards. We both looked back on that fortnight with mixed feelings. Strange feelings of affection, despair, almost disgust really that we could behave in such a selfish way. But hey, I'm jumping ahead. I did check on John a couple of times but he was almost always drunk or had a hangover. I suppose I felt a bit guilty deep down inside.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 03



Her period arrived the Friday at the end of the fortnight and, although I stayed with her that night, her kids were due home midday Saturday, Thursday night was the last time we had sex. I won't say 'made love' because we didn't, we fucked each other for the last time.



Chapter 20: The chickens come home to roost!:

So I went home on Saturday to an empty house, a very empty house because, just at that time, it contained a fairly empty person. Coming home like that, alone, really brought me back to reality. I slept on my own that night of course in our bedroom. When I say 'slept' I use the term loosely because it was fitful night. My dreams were despairing, constantly chasing after things that were just out of reach, waking in a cold sweat then tossing and turning trying to get back to sleep. Kate's face kept appearing in front of me then fading away, rather like the Cheshire Cat in Alice, leaving just her glorious smile. I'm sure Freud would have had a field day! When I awoke for the final time, about 6:30, I decided to call it a day, as it were, and get up. You know what it's like when you have a night like this. I felt lethargic, depressed, and totally lazy just sitting in the lounge. There was nothing mindless on the TV to watch and I just sat there. I realise now that my mind was working all the time, drawing up the list for the prosecution, ready to show me what a bloody fool I'd been but, of course, I didn't find that out until the afternoon.

So I sat and, I suppose, felt sorry for myself. I'm sure I felt guilt about Mandy. I'd used her really, used her to help me forget my troubles. Oh, of course, she'd done the same with me but that doesn't excuse my behaviour does it? I struggled to fix some lunch then back to the lounge to continue to mope about feeling sorry for myself. I knew something was seriously wrong with my life but, I suppose, I didn't really want to face it. Well fate, or rather mother, was about to pull me up short.

Sitting there in my unhappy reverie, I was suddenly aware of the front door opening. Only two people had keys other than me, Kate and mum. Well, Kate was in LA so it was mum. That was surprising, she rarely came round without a phone call first. I turned and stood as she entered the lounge. Now, I know my mother extremely well and I could see that she was fuming, very angry indeed. I always thought she looked even lovelier like that, mainly because it was rarely me she was angry with but now, in my insecurity, I became very nervous indeed.

"What the bloody hell are you playing at?" she said as she came into the room. She stood fixing me with her eyes, legs apart and her hands on her hips. I was in trouble!! I felt like a naughty schoolboy because, of course, I really knew what was coming here: I just didn't want to admit it.

"Errmm, mum?" was my only response.

"Michael!" Oh heck, was I in for it! "Michael you stupid, stupid bloody fool!! What's all this with Mandy?" She came close now, a little fireball standing inches away from me. My heart began to pound in my chest as my feelings, my unconscious reactions I suppose, began to get on top of me.

"Nothing mum, nothing." Desperately I tried to squeeze out of the situation, turning away from her. She grabbed me hard and swung me back.

"I've just come from her Michael, I know all about it. You're a bloody fool. Now, tell me what's going on!" I began to get a bit angry now, a reaction I suppose to being found out and guilt kicking in. 

"Nothing mum, nothing. Anyway it's between me and Mandy." Now she was really angry and that is a sight to see I can assure you. She looked as though she would explode and she did, crashing her hand round my face. 

"Don't you play bloody games with me," she said as my head reeled, "now tell me what the hell you're playing at!" I should say now that my mother had always been a fond believer in corporal punishment and I often felt the weight of her displeasure on my bottom – before I grew up of course, so it wasn't that surprising but it shocked me. It shocked me because it bloody hurt but more so because it showed how concerned she was. No, I didn't hit her back, I've never hit a woman in my life and I despise men who do so, I just stood there speechless before her anger.

"Well?"

Any defiance drained out of me with that word. She used it like a weapon, on so many occasions, for different purposes. Now it was like a surgeon's knife; opening me up emotionally.

"Oh mum, mum, I don't know. I don't know really." And I didn't know, not in any conscious way.

"What about Kate?" she went on relentlessly. That was it wasn't it. That was the question that I was frightened to ask myself. It knocked me back, that question, because I didn't know the answer. My whole body shook with emotion as the state of my life finally hit home, the euphoria of the two weeks sexual extravaganza with Mandy dissipated with that one question. I sank down onto a chair, my head in my hands, and, believe it or not, I began to cry. I felt as if I'd lost everything and, sitting there in front of my mother – and she was my mother now not an ex-lover – it was as if I were a child again. A child who had lost his favourite toy.

"Oh god mum, what have I done?"

Seeing me like this, nearly 30, and in tears softened her temper somewhat and she pulled a chair up to sit opposite me. Holding my hands in hers she shushed me, stroking my cheek where she'd clobbered me. "I don't know darling," she said softly, "only you can say." I looked up into her eyes. Then she delivered an even more devastating blow.

"She's got another man."

It was as if a ball of cold nothingness formed in my stomach, an icy blackness that made me feel sick. "Another man?" I managed to say, "another man," I mumbled on as if unable to believe my ears.

"I promised her I wouldn't tell you," mum said, "but I can't stand by and watch you lose her Mike. She still loves you, you know, but she thinks you don't want her any more. I don't know why she thinks that but I do know that you've got to do something Mike, something soon. Mucking around with Mandy isn't going to solve any of your problems."

"Oh shit mum, I love her, I've never stopped loving her but . . . Oh bloody hell. Mum, mum, it's my fault, I know it's my fault." And, of course, it was and I knew it.

"Well," she said vehemently, "if it was your fault then bloody well do something about it! Don't just sit on your arse feeling sorry for yourself. For Christ's sake Mike, fight for her. If you don't you'll lose her."

That cold void inside me grew just a fraction as she said that. Lose Kate? No, no, no, no, NO!! "Oh mum, what can I do?"

"I don't know darling," she said softly, "you must work it out. You must go to her. You must get her back. I can't help you," she smiled sadly, "you're a big boy now – you have to sort out your own mistakes." She was right of course, it was my problem and I had to sort it out. I took a deep breath.

"Thanks mum, thanks for, I don't know, bringing me back to reality I suppose. Mum, how is Mandy?" Back to myself again, depleted, sad, despondent, but now concerned about how I'd behaved with Mandy.

"We had a long talk Mike. I think she knew it wouldn't last. She does know how you feel about Kate," she smiled, "we all do but she needed it I think and she's over it now. I think she feels a little bit embarrassed." Now mum fixed me with hard eyes, "She did tell me something of what you got up to and I'm not surprised." Now more serious, "You must put it behind you Mike."

I took a deep breath, "Yes mum, I know. I need some time to think things through and work out what to do."

She smiled, "Don't take too long. Now, poor Joe is sitting in the car outside; are you OK on your own," she asked, concerned now about my depression.

"Mmm, I'm OK mum. Thanks." And I was OK: well OK in that I wouldn't do anything silly. I was sad, suffering this sick feeling at the thought of Kate with another man and the thought of losing her, but mum had brought me back to reality and I could move on from here.

"Good," she said, "and I'm sorry," she added touching my cheek.

I smiled, "I see you haven't lost your right hook!"

"No and there's more where that came from if you don't get a grip of yourself," she went on in mock seriousness. "Let me know what you decide to do. Are you sure you'll be OK?"

"Yes mum, I need to do some thinking, but I'm OK." I bent and kissed her cheek, "Bye, I will phone."

"Bye," she said and left. I waved at Joe sitting in the car then back into the lounge to ponder my future.

So there I was having to face up to reality. I had to take a long, hard look at myself and how I'd behaved over the last 18 months. Analysing, looking back, I could see how I would have driven Kate away, made her think I was tired of her. Thinking about it, it was obvious that the problems started when I found out I was sterile. No, I suddenly realised, they started before that. I was deceiving myself! I came to understand then that I never really wanted to have kids. When I wrote about it above I was trying to show how I felt then but now the truth. There in the lounge, I knew and because I'd never admitted that to myself, lied to myself, I'd lied to Kate as well and once you start telling lies you never stop. I don't know, had we talked about it, and had it been possible, I'm sure she would have persuaded me – she could be pretty persuasive after all but we didn't talk about it because I didn't want to. 

My sterility just gave me an excuse, a reason not to tell the truth, not to discuss the real issue with Kate. She must have sensed that. She was always able to read me pretty well. Why didn't she broach it with me? I don't know. Perhaps she was frightened as well.

I could see now, as I looked back, that when she talked about adopting and artificial insemination she was really testing me, well, not really testing, just giving me an opportunity to talk to her about the whole thing. I didn't see that at the time, or did I? I don't know that either. I suspect that I did and my very quick and cruel rebuff was the result. I realised now also, that work hadn't helped and the one thing I knew I was going to do was to cut down, regardless of what happened I was going to stop flogging myself to an early grave. I get some good people in to take the load off John and me. Perhaps, I thought, thinking of someone else for a moment, if he doesn't think he has to take up the reins again he'll get off the bottle. We both had plenty of money, the company was doing very well, expanding all over the place. Why the hell not enjoy some of the rewards for our hard work.

That decision made I continued to look back and realised that the major break must have come when Angela died. Obviously Kate knew all about Angela and me and she did try to help me when she returned from the States. She came back straight away and tried to comfort me but I locked her out. Why I don't know, I can't explain it. I seemed to have lost the ability to open up to her, bare my soul if you like, and I suppose I needed to do that just then. It must have hurt her, spurning her efforts to ease my pain.

After that Kate spent longer in the States on each visit, sometimes a week or ten days, telling me that it was important she stayed. I realised now that when she did come home she was subdued, frightened almost, but was so tied up in work and myself that I hadn't noticed. That was why our lovemaking became staid, uninteresting: neither of us made the effort and I came to understand that you have to make an effort! Looking back I remember little things that should have given me a clue to how she felt. She was less enthusiastic, less interesting, she seldom had an orgasm with me, and I didn't see her naked any more.

'You bloody fool' I thought! 

Surely you should have seen this, felt it, understood what was happening but I didn't. I just let things drift then Mandy happened. Bloody idiot!!

What to do? 

Well, I knew I was going to 'fight' for her now. I didn't think I could live with this aching void inside me. I was suddenly desperate. 

To lose her, lose her? 

I felt cold, terribly cold, and despair crashed down on me. I suddenly thought of Pilgrim as he crossed the Slough of Despond. No, I wasn't going to let her go without a struggle. This other guy, he'd have to prove he was better than me! 

But how to go about it?

I knew Kate well, she was stubborn just like mum, and I knew that bombast, shouting and hollering, blaming her wouldn't do any good. I could hardly accuse her of infidelity could I, even though hers had probably occurred before mine – anyway that wasn't the right tack. As I sat there I formulated my plan. It was simple. I would say I was sorry and I would tell her that I loved her. She had to make the decision.

I felt better then, oh not much, but at least I had a way forward. I booked the flights and phoned mum to tell her what I'd decided. "I think you're right Mike," mum knew how stubborn she was as well, "be kind to her Mike. You know she still loves you, you silly boy." That made me feel a bit better and at least I slept better that night. I dreamt of Kate again but at least she didn't disappear completely!

Chapter 21: I win Kate again:

My flights to Los Angeles got me in just after 7:00 in the morning and I got a cab straight to the hotel I'd booked. I suppose it's one of the advantages of having money. I was able to pick the best. Only stopping in my room to unload, I held the cab and took it to her apartment block. She'd rented an apartment because she said she was fed up with staying in hotels. I thought it a good idea at the time!

By the time I rang the doorbell it was nearly 9:30. I was pretty tired and pretty emotional. A big moment in my life was coming up and I didn't want to botch it. It took a while before the intercom spoke to me and a male voice said, "Yes, who is it?"

That void of emptiness in my stomach got bigger and I felt as though I was a rubber band being stretched ever more taught. He was there, there with her. I felt anger, anger rising inside me. Oh not at her, not even surprisingly, at him but at myself for being so stupid as to allow this. I took a couple of deep breaths then, "It's Mike Prentice, Kate's husband!" 'Get hold of that' I thought vengefully. I could almost hear the sharp intake of breath from behind the door and I gathered myself.

'Don't be bloody stupid' I thought, 'don't blow this. Control, control your anger. Get angry and you'll lose her, sure thing'. So I calmed myself taking slow, deep breaths as I waited for the door to open. Strangely I suppose, he did open the door. It was the young guy Geoff. I'd met him on our first visit. I suppose he was about 20, 21. Good looking, about 5'10", and slim. As you know, I'm over 6', quite well built, and I looked fit despite the stresses of work. He looked a bit scared now but I saw the dogged determination on his face and I knew that if I put a foot wrong here I would end up forcing her to choose then and there and I didn't want that.

Holding my temper in check I just said, "Where is she?"

Then I heard, from the bedroom, "Who is it Geoff?" I turned, walked down the corridor and into the room.

"It's me Kate," I managed to say as I saw her lying there propped up on one elbow. I knew my wife well and I could see that they'd just made love. Kate, like mum, enjoyed sex in the mornings. The bile rose in my throat as that pit of blackness inside threatened to engulf me. My knees wanted to buckle as the emotion of the situation engulfed me. Thankfully I could watch Kate's face. I saw a gamut of emotions flash across her features, embarrassment, determination, guilt, anger even, and finally, fear. She knew my temper, not that she'd ever been on the end of it, but it was foul. Slow to erupt but when it did it was spectacular and I seldom remembered what I did. She must have seen the emotions detailed on my features and noticed my eyes just then because I was close to losing it. I know I would never have hurt her but I'm pretty certain that, if I hadn't regained control, I would have broken something and certainly lost any chance of getting her back. 

I think it was that realisation that enabled me to regain control. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. Then, "It's all right Kate love, you don't have to be frightened of me, ever!" Her fear diminished as I walked over to the bed but now puzzlement reigned on her face. I'm sure she didn't really know what to expect, what I'd do next finding her in this position. I knelt at the side of the bed and took her hands in mine.

"Kate love, I'm sorry, desperately sorry. I've been cruel and unthinking." I put every ounce of feeling in my body into those words but on the page they seem trite but that doesn't convey everything else that went with them. They didn't come out trite, they came out from the depths of my soul, propelled by that blackness inside me. Her face, fairly firm in her puzzlement, softened a little and I began to feel a glimmer of hope.

"I can't undo what's done Kate, I can only say that I was foolish and wrong. Kate, oh Kate, I love you. I love you more than anything. I can't say any more than that but it's true." And it was true, totally. If I wasn't certain before then I was now. Kneeling before her, seeing her like this after having sex with her lover, I still loved her. The bile in my throat wasn't the result of her actions, but of mine. My stupidity to allow her to think I didn't want her any more.

"Kate, Kate love, I came to tell you that. To say I was sorry and to say I loved you." I stood, that was all I was going to say. I wasn't going to beg – not then anyway - to ask her to come back, to berate her, or any other thing, only that I was sorry and I loved her. I'd thought about this for hours, at home and on the planes. I knew how stubborn she could be and how guilty she would probably feel – I know I did about Mandy – so any approach that put her in a corner wouldn't work. Oh I was crafty; well as crafty as I could be, I was fighting for the woman I loved after all. I had to let her know how I felt and then let her work it out: make the decision. It was risky but then so was any course. Mum said she still loved me after all and, if the worst happened and she didn't come back to me, at least she would know I loved her. Not much but every little helps!

I gave her a little card from the hotel, "My room number is on the back," I said hardly able to speak, "if you want to end it a phone call will do!" With that I turned and, noticing Geoff standing stone faced by the door, strode past him and left the apartment. As I closed the door I was hit by an emotional sledgehammer. I felt sick and I was shaking so affected was I by what had happened. I leant on the wall and slid to the floor, unable to stand now as I tried to hold back tears, tears of despair. This is what it's like when you put your life on the line. I was one phone call away from having no real purpose in life any more. I sat for a moment then managed to pull myself together. I picked up my cab, another advantage of having money I suppose, I'd told him to wait, and went back to the hotel. I suppose it was about 10:00: I didn't look at the clock.

I felt empty, almost devoid of feeling now after the emotions of meeting her, seeing her, like that. Now I had to wait. Either the phone would ring and she'd be there saying goodbye or it wouldn't and I'd return to an empty house tomorrow – I'd already booked my flight home. I wasn't about to beg, as I said. To be perfectly honest, at that moment I thought I'd lost her. Her voice had sounded happy when she had called 'Who is it Geoff' and she looked . . . well, satisfied I suppose. If he could do that for her? Oh god I was falling into that pit of despair again.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 04



Here is Part 4 of 'Kate'. It introduces another couple so there are a few chapters with no sex but I hope you find them interesting for setting up what comes later..

The Warning:

If you have read this series before you will know what to expect; if not please take the time to read the introduction to TWIML, Ch.3-Pt.1. It does explain the story and how it is posted. I prefer it if my readers know what is coming! If you don't read that introduction then please don't complain about the content.

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Please read and (I hope) enjoy in the knowledge that there is still more to come!

Chapter 23 Interlude:

I'll skip briefly over a few years now just writing about things that are important to the story of Kate.

We sorted out work almost straight away. Joe had already highlighted a couple of likely people and, after a few months, Kate and I withdrew 'upstairs'. Most of our work from then on consisted of marketing the company and it's products as well as dealing with other companies, setting up franchises, that sort of thing. We went to conferences all over the world as the company expanded. This allowed us a lot of freedom to do as we liked and we could travel a lot, something we both enjoyed.

As to children? Well we had a long discussion about that and, in the end, decided that, perhaps, we weren't cut out to have kids. We salved our consciences, I suppose, by 'adopting' kids in the third world, even visiting some, and by supporting projects there as well. Projects like building schools and orphanages. We also 'borrowed' John and Mandy's kids as well, having them for the weekend, taking them on holidays with us, that sort of thing. We became almost pseudo-parents but, of course, we had the advantage of being able to give them back.

It took lots of work but we finally managed to get John off the bottle as well. We formed a tiny development subsidiary and put John in charge. He worked with a couple of people coming up with new ideas. There was no pressure and he enjoyed it. He and Mandy were all right. He never found out about the two of us. Everyone felt it would be better if he didn't. I don't like keeping secrets but in this case I think that the feelings of the three women were correct. 

Our marriage worked well. We were lucky, I suppose, in that we only had each other to think about and money was never an issue for us. We did, however, still work at our marriage. Our experience of nearly losing each other had made us realise how important that was. I've always thought that two things are important in a marriage. Sex and truth – in that order. From my experience of friends and colleagues (and that of Miranda of course) many marriages founder in the bedroom. All sorts of things can cause this, kids, money, stress, boredom, among many.

As I wrote, we were lucky, kids and money were never a problem (well you know what I mean!). Stress had exacerbated our difficulties but we overcame that as well. Because we were both sexually active, enjoyed sex with each other, boredom however, could have become a problem. Look, I loved Kate more than anything and she loved me, but you can still find having sex with the same person all the time unexciting, uninteresting, or unsatisfying. Perhaps it's the way we are made but, if you think about it, eating your favourite meal every day of the week would soon make you tired of it, or at least fuel the desire to spice it up.

I think we became aware of this unconsciously and it's only now, as I look back and as I discuss things with Miranda, that I realise how fortunate we were to have dealt with this. Early on we seemed to need this 'spice' in our love life. Of course we had all the sorts of sex that mum had taught me and Kate over the years – we were both practised in the bedroom certainly but that wasn't enough.

Kate always felt that she had to be provocative in the bedroom (and outside on occasion!) and that seems to be common in our culture. For some reason the responsibility for perking things up in bed seems to have fallen on women – I'm not sure I agree with that. Well, for Kate, it didn't pose a problem. She didn't have two or three kids to look after, didn't have to worry about how she was going to put food on the table or about what her husband was up to at work. She was always (well almost always) ready for sex although, unlike mum and Angela, she didn't like sex during her period. Mind you the night after it ended was always a busy one for me!!

I remember that someone said, I think it was Jerry Hall and I might have got it wrong, that most men wanted their wives to be a chef in the kitchen, a mother in the lounge, and a whore in the bedroom. I suspect that's pretty near the mark really and Kate certainly attempted to live up to mum's performances. She was always surprising me with clothes and lingerie, the latter sometimes of the most provocative variety.

I don't suppose I'm much different from most men but, in this case, I always felt that it was always important for me to let her know how much I appreciated her. To tell her how much I loved her, how important she was to me, how beautiful she looked. I think women need this, it makes them feel sexy and sure of their man. This helps them feel good about themselves and, in the end, more receptive to male advances. It's true, I suppose, what a friend of mine said just before his marriage failed: 'A married man only gets sex when his wife wants it'. That wasn't my experience but it was certainly his and, I suspect, that of many other married men but then, perhaps it's our fault as well. If Kate was feeling down, tired, bored even, I would do my best to jog her out of it. You have to be a pretty good judge to notice some of these things and you have to work at it. A small present, a compliment, some help around the house, an unexpected kiss. All these things would send a subtle message to her which she usually received.

We worked at our marriage in the bedroom in other ways as well. Fortunately we could talk about sex to each other, that's where truth came in. What we liked, what we didn't like (not much there!), how to please each other, this sort of thing. We also used toys – well most of the time I used toys on Kate; something I enjoyed doing for her. We read each other stories of the more adult kind and we watched videos together. Yes adult videos, just men and women having sex, nothing extreme. It gave us ideas, the women were pretty, and the men handsome. The major way of spicing up our sex life however, was by role playing, pretending to be other people, to be in other situations. After time these got quite sophisticated and I may write about them later.

So our life was good and we realised how lucky we were and they were very happy years travelling, meeting people, and working, not too hard, for the company.

Chapter 24 Swinging:

The next major change in our life occurred when Kate was 32. 

I should describe her then. As I've written above, Kate wasn't classically beautiful. Her mouth was a touch too wide and her chin showed her stubborn character but she had a marvellous smile and her eyes could set men on fire. She was what I would call 'fetching'. A fairly uncommon word which means very attractive, captivating, charming. Kate had that poise that comes to a confident, secure, and powerful, woman, for powerful she was. As she grew into her thirties she carried just a little more weight that gave her more of a 'forties' look which, frankly, I found absolutely fantastic growing up as I had with the film goddesses of the time - and she knew it! She always wore her hair in a rather old-fashioned way and the overall impression was something akin to Rita Hayworth in those musicals she made with Fred Astaire. In short, and not to put to finer point on it, she was bloody gorgeous and she knew that as well! So did most of the men she met. She seemed to exude that something that made men notice her although there may have been younger and more beautiful women around. She was almost always the centre of attention at conferences, meetings, dinners, etc. There weren't quite so many women in powerful positions then in Europe and men were often surprised at her business acumen and her ability to speak to them on their own terms. Propositions she got aplenty but, thankfully, she always turned them down. Mind you I didn't do too badly. At 37 I was still fit, hadn't lost my wits, and was reasonably attractive. It was well known, in our circle anyway, that we were very happily married and Kate was only seriously propositioned on the Continent.

So what happened?

It began at the end of a very busy but enjoyable couple of weeks. We'd been at computer fairs in both Milan and Madrid, to a conference in Paris, and to a couple of meetings in Germany. Well, as you can imagine, both of us had enjoyed the travel and the meeting people, Kate being the centre of attention in most of the groups within which we found ourselves. She was in her element here and, I suspect, she broke several hearts and disappointed quite a few powerful men. Young men, and I mean those in their early twenties, were particularly subject to her feminine witchcraft – not that she tried however, it just came naturally. One particular example, involving an older man, will show how she dealt with this. It was in Milan at the computer fair there. We were introduced to a couple of executives from a major Italian computer company and it was obvious that they were both taken with Kate. The older one, a very handsome Rossano Brazzi type about fifty I should think, buttonholed her early on and gave a fair impression of a limpet for the next hour or so. Kate was enjoying herself. Her Italian wasn't too bad and his English was good so they chatted amicably.

I was drawn off by his colleague and I couldn't help wondering whether this wasn't intentional as I thought about it afterwards. They had pestered our Italian colleagues for the introduction and had obviously found out all about Kate and me. He didn't get me far enough away that I couldn't watch what was going on however. His colleague inched closer and closer to Kate sometimes bending to whisper in her ear, sometimes touching her in that familiar Italian way. This sort of thing didn't bother Kate, she was used to it, but she would only put up with so much. That point was reached when his hand slid down her back and onto her arse. I could understand his desire to touch her there; she was wearing a very attractive trouser suit that showed her figure off to perfection. At the same time her leant forward and whispered in her ear.

'Mmm,' I thought, 'this will be interesting' because I knew he had gone too far. Ah, you may think, but she might fancy him. Well, I was confident that even if she did, she wouldn't do anything about it, so I wasn't surprised at what happened next. Her hand reached down and, firmly taking hold of his wrist, removed his hand from her arse. Then she leant forward and whispered in his ear before turning away and coming over to me. He looked rather put out as his eyes followed her gorgeous rear across the room. As she arrived back with me the guy I was chatting to returned to his pal and they left rather quickly.

"What did you say to him?" I asked with a smile.

She laughed, "Cheeky bastard. Do you know what he said?"

"I can guess."

"He said I had a lovely bottom and he'd like to get to know it better."

"Then what?"

"Well I took his hand off my arse then I told him that only one man got to know my arse well and that was my husband. Perhaps he'd like to dwell on that fact as he lay next to his wife tonight."

I laughed again, "You know you look bloody fantastic. I'm not surprised that they proposition you."

"Mmm," she murmured quietly, "but I like to look nice for you!"

So I kissed her, "And you always do!"

What I didn't realise at the time was that this sort of attention had been and was affecting her. I found that out when we got home that weekend.

We arrived home on Friday and just slept leaving Saturday night for our usual long lovemaking session. We almost always used Saturday night because it gave us the opportunity to start early, finish late, and carry on in the morning – something Kate enjoyed. It never bothered me, by the way, that this was a routine because it was a bloody enjoyable one and we did make love at other times.

I did notice, however, that Kate seemed to be, I don't know how to describe it really, different I suppose. She seemed to be trying harder than usual to please me. Not that she didn't normally, it was just a bit different. Look, I loved her so much, needed her so much, that I was always conscious of how she behaved, particularly in the bedroom, so I noticed this. I didn't say anything but she was the same in the morning when sex was mainly for her.

After she'd achieved her second orgasm we lay together, her in my arms. I kissed her forehead and said, "Kate love, what is it?"

I felt her tense as she said, "Nothing, why?"

I took a deep breath; this was dangerous for me. I might hear something that I didn't want to – not that I had any idea, any suspicion other that that sense that she was trying harder than usual.

"Kate love, something is wrong. I can tell. You're tense now and, well, you've been different since we got home."

Now she felt like a coiled spring, her body rigid in tension. "Oh Mike, Mike, I'm sorry!" and she started to cry.

Well, by now I was beginning to panic. That black pit of emptiness from all those years ago suddenly opened inside me and I felt sick.

I held her tight but she pulled away and looked at me, eyes full of tears, "I'm sorry, so sorry," still crying she pulled me back to her and hugged tight.

"Kate, Kate, you're frightening me. Kate, tell me, please!"

"Oh darling, I don't know how to say it. Oh I'm so sorry. I don't want to hurt you!" More tears.

Now panic set firmly in, "Kate don't go on like this, tell me please!"

"I want another man!" she whispered softly in my ear

Another MAN. My world began to collapse. She wanted another man!! Despair began to overwhelm me, the black pit grew, and the sickness in my stomach worsened.

"Who is he?" I managed to say through clenched teeth. Even then I knew that I had to be careful. Not to be confrontational because I knew, knew deep in my soul that, if there was another man, as long as I could go on loving her and she loving me, I could cope with it. What I couldn't live with was the idea of losing her completely.

"Oh no, no. You don't understand. Oh Mike, Mike I'm so sorry. I've hurt you haven't I. Forgive me?"

Relief flowed across my body – not another man – well not a specific one anyway but . . .?? "Kate love, I don't understand," and I kissed her. Forgive her, of course I'd forgive her, "Kate you know I'd forgive you anything. I love you." 

This started her crying again, "I didn't know how to tell you, how to say it love." She seemed to calm somewhat. "It's something I've been feeling for a while. I just got on top of me after the last two weeks."

"I still don't understand love."

"It's just, oh Mike I still love you, I still want you, but . . . Oh I know this will hurt you." More tears.

I held her close, "Shush angel mine (pet name!), tell me what you mean. It won't hurt me because I know you love me."

She stopped crying and moved away, fixing me with her lovely eyes, "Mike I keep thinking about another man, having another man, a different man from you – no one in particular. Two men, you and someone else, together. There, I've said it." She looked determined and that slightly stubborn look came over her face. "It's just, just . . . All those men. They want me, I know they do and I just . . . Oh Mike what would it be like – another man." Now more tears as she came back into my arms sobbing.

"Shush now, shush. No more tears." I looked into her eyes, "I understand love. Don't worry, I understand." And I did.

For all her sophistication and experience in the bedroom Kate was naïve in many ways. Before me she'd not had any boyfriends, never been taken out, kissed, courted, anything like that. Even our courtship, if you can call it that, was strange. Then her affair with Geoff, tied as it was to so much emotional upheaval in our lives, didn't provide very much worldly experience. Now she was a mature, attractive, elegant, and powerful woman with a high sex drive. She was seeing possibilities in life as well as on the videos we watched. That's another thing isn't it. If you open the Pandora's Box of adult movies you may open desire as well.

My feeling at the time, however, was one of relief. This I could deal with, we could deal with. Something we could control together.

She held me tightly for a while then, "It's all right you know," she said, "I don't have to. I love you and I'm happy with you."

She knew how to make me feel good, that's for sure, but we had always been truthful to each other. "Kate love, I'm not going to lie to you, it frightens me," she went to interrupt, "no, wait, let me finish. Kate if it's something you want, something you need, then I want it as well." I stroked her cheek, "I know you love me, perhaps you just need to experience something different."

"Oh Mike, I've tried, tried to shut it out but it keeps on coming back. What would it be like now that I'm older. How would it feel with another man. Oh love, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't feel like this."

"Come on, hold me. Now," I said firmly, "how do we get you another man?"

"You would, you would really?" She seemed surprised.

"Kate, I love you, I don't own you, you know that. What I want is for you to be happy and, if that means you have another partner in bed, then so be it. If it helps you grow and it helps us together then it's important we try. So, this feeling has been around for a while?"

"Mmm," she said calmer now as I showed her I understood, "it has love but the last two weeks. Oh dear, it was overwhelming. That guy in Italy – he was so intense and, oh I'm sorry, I just found myself wondering what it would be like with him. Not that I really fancied him," she added quickly, "it's just . . . Oh you do understand don't you?"

"Yes love, I do. I've had much more experience with women than you have with men so I understand the feeling. So, how do we get you another man?" I asked again sure that she must have thought about it.

She looked pensive, as if she were weighing up what to say next. "Well, errm, I've been reading the letters in Penthouse about swapping, swinging, you know, changing partners," she looked at me archly, "that way you'd have someone new as well." I think it was her way of trying to make it easier for me. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had all the woman I needed in bed beside me so, "Mmm," I said thoughtfully, "that might be interesting!"

"Now," she said with a laugh and regaining something of her old self, "don't you think you can ignore me."

"Oh, I don't think I could ever do that," I said with a smile.

We spent the rest of the morning talking about this and, finally, both agreed that we would try it out and see if we could find a couple that we hit it off with. We were both aware that this might be difficult. We agreed that we each had to OK both of the others and that we all had to get on well. We decided we would meet potential couples at a neutral place, a restaurant probably, have a meal, and get to know them. No rushing into things because we were aware, from several letters in various magazines, that some couples had had severe difficulties after 'swapping' and had broken up. We didn't think that would happen to us but we were going to be careful.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 04



No internet then so we put ourselves in one of the 'swinging' magazines and awaited contact. Kate told mum what we were doing and her only comment to me was "Be careful!", I don't know what she said to Kate

Over the next few months we met half a dozen couples, none of whom seemed to fit the bill. In two instances I wasn't sure that the women were totally committed to what was happening, some of them were too old and, in two other cases the men were creepy – well, according to Kate they were! So not much luck straight away but we weren't worried; it was a long haul rather than a short sprint.

Chapter 25 Success – we meet another couple:

Things picked up late one Friday afternoon in early summer. We were in the garden when the phone rang. I answered as usual to a long silence. I was about to put the phone down thinking it was another one of those sales pitch calls when a voice said, in a fairly heavy accent (Italian as it turned out), "Hello, is that Signor Prentiss?"

(I won't attempt to write the accent in, just anglicise where necessary.)

"Yes, Mike Prentiss, who is that?"

"Ahh, I am called Antonio Della Torre." The name didn't ring a bell and I wondered who this was.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Another long silence and I could hear the caller talking to a woman in the background then, "Signor Prentiss, we have seen you in (and he named the contact magazine) and we would like to meet you." It all came out in a bit of a rush showing how nervous he was. I was more garbled than I have written with bits of Italian dotted about.

This was strange and I waved Kate over and turned on the speaker. "Listen," I mouthed to her.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I don't understand. How do you know my surname and my phone number?" Contacts usually came via the magazine not directly so I was surprised.

"Ah," another silence on the phone with talking in the background. "Forgive us signor but we saw you in the magazine and I recognized you. We have met you see, some years ago." I didn't remember.

"Where?"

"In Milan signor, when you and your wife came out to see the company I worked for then."

"Oh," I said, "I don't remember."

"No, it was only briefly but . . . your wife!"

Kate smiled and did a curtsy to the phone. "Yes," I said with a smile, "you want to meet?" He sounded intriguing and her face told me that Kate was interested.

"Si, yes, if we could, yes."

"Look, I'll need to talk to my wife. Give me your number and I'll phone you back." So he did and rang off.

"Well!!" I said, "I'm intrigued."

"He sounded very young."

"Mmm and he was talking to a woman in the background. Do you want to?"

"Mmm," she said with a smile, "it sounds exciting and we can go to Milan can't we?"

I laughed, "And go shopping I suppose?"

"Mmm. I can buy a nice dress for the evening." Milan was one of her and mum's favourite places. Clothing, or at least expensive clothing, was (and is) so chic and fashionable in Italy. 

"OK I'll arrange everything and call him back." So I did, booked the flight for Saturday morning and the hotel for Sunday night with a table for four at 8 pm. When I phoned him back he seemed surprised that we would come to Milan but I explained about the shopping and he laughed quietly.

In bed that night we talked about what would happen. For some reason we were both excited, far more excited than previous meetings. Perhaps it was the 'exotic' - if you can call Italian exotic. I think that it was the idea that he knew us both, had already met Kate and fallen under her spell, that caused this interest. Anyway, a good flight got us there on time and we booked into our hotel and, after lunch, sallied forth to the Arcade and the shops. I enjoyed shopping for clothes with Kate as she would often model things for me. We even made love once in the changing rooms of Marks and Spencer in Oxford street, very naughty but she was so sexy in one outfit! That day she bought a beautiful gown for the evening and some underwear "For you," she laughed. She almost always bought 'special' underwear with me in mind as she knew I liked that sort of thing on her.

Back at the hotel and preparing for dinner. TWO HOURS later she was ready – I could tell how special she thought this was but I didn't mind waiting because she looked fabulous. Have you seen Rita Hayworth in 'Cover Girl'? Well she wasn't far from that!

We went down about 7:20 and found a nice table, fairly secluded, in the bar where we could watch the entrance. Kate was very, very nervous early on this evening, far more so than at previous meetings, so I could tell she was excited. Half past seven came and went and nobody arrived that looked likely. Obviously they had the advantage, they knew us and we were beginning to wonder. About 7:45 a young couple walked in, stopped, and glanced around. He looked nervous, she more determined. I should describe them now as they had such an impact on our lives.

He was slim, just a bit shorter than me, say 6' 0". He had that ability to wear a suit, indeed any clothes, as if they were made for him. Broad shouldered and a slim waist, he wore an Italian cut lounge suit that looked perfect on him. His hair was dark, almost black, atop a very Italian face. Dark eyes, brown I later discovered, dark eyebrows and a strong mouth and chin. He was, dare I say it, perfection – well Kate told me later he was!

The woman by his side, and I say woman but she was a girl turning into a woman, was shorter: perhaps 5' 8". Dressed in a trim light red trouser suit that showed her figure – a very Italianate figure. Not slim but not fat – shapely! Her face also had that Italian look. Honey coloured hair fashioned in soft curls that were shoulder length. Brown eyes too set wide apart above a strong nose that stopped her being truly beautiful but gave her presence. A strong mouth and chin, rather like Kate, showed determination. She was lovely!

They looked around, spotted us, and walked over. I quickly looked at Kate and raised my eyebrows questioningly. She shrugged her shoulders, as surprised as I was I suspect because this must be our dinner partners. I stood as they approached and nodded.

"Signor Prentiss," he said, "I am Tonio Della Torre. Toni," and he held out his hand which I took. "This is my wife Gianetta, Gina," he added turning to her.

"Hello, you know me, my wife Katherine, Kate." Kate stood, leaned across, and pecked his cheek then turned to Gina and did the same to her. 

"It's nice to meet you both," she said with a big smile.

"I'm sorry for the time," he said with an apologetic smile to Kate, "but the taxi was late and, well, the traffic!"

"Well you're here," I said, "Come on we'll go straight in to dinner. We can talk there." He flashed a concerned look at Gina and I began to feel that he was just a little tense under his apparently calm exterior. I felt that dinner would give us a chance to chat about nothing in particular before getting around to the real reason for our meeting. 

"Mmm, good idea," said Kate rounding the table and taking Gina's arm, "come on, we can get to know each other over the table." Tonio looked relieved as I took his arm and followed Kate.

Dinner was good and the conversation fairly safe. We talked about his company, where they lived, the food, Milan, Italy, anything rather than the real reason. I think Kate realised that they were both nervous and, while we weren't exactly veterans at this sort of thing, we had done it before and it was obvious they hadn't. I do know I was having difficulty containing my curiosity!

Well the meal was finished and we retired back to the bar, Kate leading the way. Throughout the meal she had been the 'engine' of the conversation and I could tell that she was taken with them both. To be honest, I was as well. They seemed so innocent, naïve even. Gina particularly so although she demonstrated considerable determination in bringing Tonio into the conversation. We sat and ordered drinks that the waiter brought over. Kate then turned to Gina, not Tonio I noticed, and said, "Now you two. The main question, whatever are two lovely young people like you doing looking at swinging magazines?"

Gina looked at Tonio, her eyes prompting him to answer. He coughed nervously, "Well," he said hesitantly, "well." He thought for a while, obviously nervous. "Perhaps I should explain about us." He looked at Gina and she nodded. "Yes. I have 23 years," he continued, "and, as you know, I own my company which looks after some of your interests in Northern Italy. I must say that I am alone," he looked sad and I noticed that Gina squeezed his hand in support. "My parents died three years ago and I have no other family. I am alone but for Gina." That came across as terribly sad and I found myself feeling sorry for him. Family means so much in Italy and to be without must have been difficult. He was quiet and Gina spoke.

"I am from a small town in Catania, in the south. I have 20 years. I come to Milan to study at the university and I took a, how you say, job with Tonio's company." She looked at him lovingly. "We meet, we fall in love, and we marry but my parents are not happy. They thought I marry a local man, a friend of my father and brother of the local priest, much older. It is not unusual you understand. They refuse to talk to me but I have Tonio." She was determined and I understood how much she had given up for him. Now she turned to Tonio. "You must tell them!"

He looked really embarrassed and uneasy now but he pressed on, "We are married for 7 months but . . ." He turned to her and spoke quickly in Italian accompanied by extreme hand movements. She responded. It was all far beyond Kate or me, far too quick, but they were obviously having a minor disagreement. Finally, after a couple of minutes of this, Gina turned to us, "I am sorry," she said, "I tell Tonio he must speak in English but he is, how you say, shy, embarrassed." Tonio butted in again in Italian but she silenced him with her hand.

"No, no, you must speak English!" He looked forlorn, lost now, unable to carry on. Still he spoke to her in Italian. She silenced him with her hand, said something back in Italian and then turned to Kate, "Signora, Signor Prentiss," she still insisted on using the honorific, "can I tell the signora alone?" I looked at Kate and she nodded. It was obvious now that their problem was to do with his performance so I was happy for the women to discuss it. We men do have difficulty talking about this issue.

"Come on Toni, let's go to the bar and talk about something really important like golf." Kate laughed now, secure in the knowledge that I knew what was going on and would do my best to calm him down. I grabbed his arm and propelled him to the bar where we had a couple of drinks and talked golf. Luckily he managed to recapture his calm and, being a keen golfer, seemed to enjoy chatting.

It must have been half an hour later that Kate and Gina joined us at the bar. "Gina and Toni are leaving now," she said firmly, telling me that they had made the decision, "we'll be seeing them tomorrow morning." I picked up her unspoken message not to say anything and agreed. Toni looked surprised and somewhat bemused but allowed himself to be carried along as we went to the desk, arranged for a taxi, and saw them off.

"Come on," Kate said as we waved them goodbye, "let's go back to our room." It was obvious she wanted to wait till we got back so I just smiled and followed her lead.

"Well?" I said as we sat on the sofa, "what was all that about?"

She smiled and snuggled up to me, "Oh Mike it's so sad. He loves her so much and she loves him but he hasn't, you know . . ."

"Kate love," I laughed, "no, I don't know. You'll have to tell me."

"Beast," she kissed me, "beast! He can't do it Mike. He cums too soon every time and then he can't seem to keep an erection. I didn't know that could happen – it never has with you!" she added with a knowing smile.

"No, I've never suffered from that, thankfully." I laughed, "I had the very best training after all!"

"Mmm, I suppose you did. He's in a terrible state about it Mike. He can't satisfy her and she's getting so upset for him because she says it doesn't matter but it does. Oh you know . . ."

"I can imagine. I guessed it was something like that by his reluctance." I laughed again, "Us men have difficulty admitting to any inadequacy in that particular area."

"Well I suppose I've been lucky because you never seem to have any inadequacy – quite the reverse really," she added with a sexy smile. "No," she said softly as I put my arm around her, "not tonight love, tomorrow when we get home."

I pretended disappointment then smiled, "Mmm, something to look forward to." She smiled back then I said, seriously, "You want him don't you?" I could tell. All her mannerisms, her body language, had shouted that she did. I doubt he noticed but I did. She buried her head on my shoulder and I could tell she was crying softly.

"Shush darling," I said as I stroked her hair, "it's all right. I understand." I pulled away from her, "I suspect if I were a woman I'd want him as well. He is rather handsome isn't he?"

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry but . . . Oh dear! Yes he is and so innocent, naïve. She told me all about themselves. He was becoming so upset that they started to look at the magazines, you know, Penthouse, Playboy, you can get them in Italian, to try and solve his problem but they didn't help. She tried everything but it kept happening too soon and, in the end, he was desperate. Oh Mike they didn't have anyone to turn to so she suggested they meet another couple. She'd read about it in Penthouse Forum. He wasn't that keen but she persuaded him that, perhaps, they could meet someone who would help them. They were looking through our magazine when he spotted us. They discussed it. He knew we were older and very happy so they decided to give it a try. 

"Mike she's so sad and he's so up tight about it. She loves him so much, she's given up everything for him. They want someone to teach them, teach them about . . . you know, sex and everything."

She was almost pleading now and I knew this was important for her. I suspected there was more to it than just sex and, as it happens, I was right.

"You arranged tomorrow morning then?"

"Mmm," she said, "I want to know her Mike," she looked at me archly, "especially if she is going to have you." The she added somewhat earnestly, "You do want her don't you?"

Well, she was an attractive girl on the point of turning into a woman, a very exciting prospect, but honestly all I really wanted was Kate. I didn't say that however, this was one lie that I did tell (although I admitted it to Kate later). If I told her that she would feel guilty about wanting Toni so, "Mmm, she is rather nubile."

"Nubile?"

"Exceptionally fuckable, just like you!"

"So you want her then?"

"Mmm."

She seemed relieved. "Tomorrow you can get to know Toni a bit better." She knew I would never agree to this if I didn't 'approve' the man. I suspect she'd already made up her mind about Gina so it was important to her that I hit it off with Toni. To be truthful, I was already pretty confident that these were the two we were looking for but tomorrow would make that certain.

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "now come to bed and let me hold you!"

"Sounds good!"

Kate had arranged for them to pick us up at the hotel with all our gear so we booked out after breakfast. We left with them about 10, then back to their tiny flat.

"We don't usually spend much time here at the weekends," Toni explained. "We have a villa on Lake Maggiore just above Stresa and we go there – just like many Milanese," he added with a laugh, "we need to get away from the City!" We knew this lake quite well having been there on holiday a couple of times and we'd attended a big conference at a very posh hotel there.

"Sounds nice," said Kate, "now, you two, off you go. We'll get lunch for around 1:30." Toni picked up his clubs and we drove to the club. It was a nice course just north of Milan and we had a very pleasant round. He was good but, remember I have a lot of practice, not quite good enough! He was a good loser and we were at ease with each other as we sat in a secluded corner of the bar and finished a small bottle of wine. Strange I know, perhaps it's a 'man' thing, but you can learn a lot about someone on a golf course – mind you they can learn a lot about you as well!

After a glass of wine he looked at me pensively, as if judging whether he should ask a question or not. Thankfully he'd lost some of this stiffness. He'd been affected, I think, by our age difference and by my position in the business but seemed to have got over that.

"Mike," he said with a shy smile, "can I ask you something?"

"Off course," I said smiling back openly, "fire away."

He seemed embarrassed but finally manage to get it out. "Mike, you know why Gina and I want to do this, yes?" I nodded. "Well, errm, I can't understand why you and Kate do. Everyone knows, talks about, how you two are together always, certainly in love many people say." He laughed, "I even hear that you turn down some offers! My contacts tell me that Kate also has to deal with some forceful men but neither of you . . . I'm not sure of the word . . . stray?"

I laughed, "No we don't." I decided then that I liked this guy. He was open, honest, and considering the pressure he was under, easy to get along with. "Toni," I fixed him with my eyes, "I don't want to sound stupid here but I love her, love her more than anything. There isn't another woman alive I'd rather have then her." He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"Yes, I know what you're thinking. If I love her that much why are we doing this? Well," I took a deep breath, "it's because I love her so much that I agreed to do this. Look Toni, I think it's pretty obvious, well it is to me anyway, that Kate is attracted to you so I need to explain things." I went on to explain about Kate and me, not I great detail, just enough so he'd begin to understand her need.

"She's the driving force here Toni," I looked at him hard, "just as I suspect that Gina is?" I added questioningly.

He took a deep breath, "Yes," he said with a sigh, "she is."

"I thought so." Now to be really open with him. "Toni, I couldn't let her go with another man if I didn't think he'd treat her right. I think you would." He held up his hand, embarrassed. "No, it doesn't matter about that," I said with a smile, "you'll get over that I'm sure. I like Gina," I went on, "but I don't want to do this if you don't feel the same way about me." I held his arm to emphasize my words, "This is hard Toni, very hard indeed. To give the woman you love to another man, to watch her with him, join in even – because that is what Kate wants – means you have to trust her, yourself, and the other man."

"Yes," he said emotionally, "I understand that. We talked a lot last night before bed. Mike," he said with feeling, "I have to solve this and I don't know any other way but it's not only that. We know nothing, understand little. You, you and Kate, you are so, I don't know, happy, in Italian, simpatico, together. And Kate," he took a deep breath, "I am sorry but not sorry, that I say this. She is wonderful." He smiled, "Even Gina thinks so." I raised my eyebrows. "Yes," he said with a smile, "Gina knows girls but no other man." He took a deep breath, "Oh Mike, as you love Kate so I love Gina and I can see her with you. You will be kind, she will learn and I will learn.

"Will you do this?" he asked finally.

"I think so but I don't know yet. Kate and I will talk about it when we get home. You and Gina will have to as well. Now we've all met and had time together we should know." I laughed, "Mind you, my experience has been that Kate and Gina will make the decision. This adventure is more of a 'husband swap' than a 'wife swap'." That made him laugh and some of his tension eased.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 04



Finished now we headed back to their flat to find a lovely lunch in the Italian style. Kate and Gina seemed at ease with each other and, now I knew that Gina 'knew' girls, I was sure they'd enjoyed their morning. Now Kate, well to my knowledge anyway, wasn't into other women in a big way but she had (and still did then) enjoyed her time with mum so I wasn't surprised. In a way I was happy about it because it seemed to tie the four of us together.

We were flying back in the late afternoon so we didn't have much time after lunch before jumping in the car and off to the airport. Toni and Gina saw us right into the departure lounge and seemed sorry to see us leave. Strangely I felt the same about leaving them and I was sure Kate did as well. It seemed we had hit it off very well but Kate and I still had to talk about the future with them, if it was to be with them?

Chapter 26: *Discussions, amongst other things, at home

Straight

We didn't talk much on the plane. You can't really discuss the sorts of things we wanted to talk about in public so we sat fairly quiet, both thinking things through. I was looking back at our time with these two young people. Gina, of course, was lovely. A girl turning into a woman – what man could ask for more – but, but, did I really want to jeopardise what we had. And Kate, oh Kate! Could I really see her with another man? I'd agreed to this but I was still nursing doubts about my ability to deal with her with another man. Another man doing all the things with her that I did? With Toni? Look, he was bloody good looking (still is according to Miranda) and I had to examine my motives. It was pretty obvious that these two were just right and I was sure she would want to go ahead. Mind you, we still didn't know whether they would want to.

I loved Kate, that much must be obvious, and I wanted her to be happy. She could become unhappy. Oh not in a major way but if I stood in the way of her experiencing another man would she blame me if she felt unhappy? Probably not knowing her but I would blame myself for never letting her have that experience wouldn't I, and that would come between us. So, using a logical approach, I had little choice. Be unhappy because I had stood in her way or be unhappy that she was with another man. But I didn't know whether that would make me unhappy. I wasn't sure how I would deal with it but I loved her, she loved me, surely I could do this for her. And there was Gina! Kate must feel the same way about me, I thought.

I didn't get very far during that short flight, only the real knowledge that I probably was going to agree if she wanted to. The clincher was Toni himself. I felt he was a nice guy and he loved Gina in the same way I loved Kate, at least I thought so.

We got home about 7:00 and I made a couple of sandwiches which we took into the lounge with a bottle of wine. I knew we needed to talk this through. As we finished Kate turned to me, "You were quiet on the plane?" It was her opening gambit.

"Mmm," I said, "I was thinking."

"About what?"

I fixed her with my eyes, "Whether I could stand seeing you with another man!"

"Oh Mike," she said and started to cry. I rushed to sit next to her and held her tight.

"Love, love, don't cry. I didn't want to make you cry but we have to be honest with each other don't we?" She nodded. "I know I agreed to this but now it's close I don't know. I've been trying to sort my feelings out."

"I've been thinking too," she said softly. "I want him Mike," she smiled sadly, "oh, I know he isn't much use at the moment but he'll get over that I'm certain. I'm sorry but . . ."

I smiled and hugged her, "I know," I said, "He is very attractive."

"Oh Mike, he is but it's not just that. It's Gina as well. You knew didn't you . . . This morning?"

"I guessed. Toni said that Gina 'knew girls' so I assumed you and she might just connect."

She seemed to perk up, "She is lovely Mike, you will . . . would like her and . . . oh I don't know. It was like Joy and me only I'm Joy if you get what I mean. They want to learn Mike. After his problem is cured they want to learn. It would be like Joy and me but with him as well."

"I know," I said with a smile. "Sweetheart, I have to be honest with you. If I stood in the way of this I think it would hurt us, hurt us both." She made to protest. "No, listen. I know you wouldn't blame me but I would. I'd blame myself and that could lead to . . . Well you know what happened the last time I lied to myself. I'll not risk that love, never."

She stroked my cheek, "I love you darling and I wouldn't blame you." She looked serious, "I didn't realise it would be so hard for you."

"That's the problem Kate love, I don't know but," now I'd made up my mind. Time for thinking, prevaricating, was over. I was going to do this because I loved her and she loved me! "Kate, let's do it!"

Now she seemed surprised. I suspect she thought I wouldn't agree and I suddenly had this idea that, perhaps, she was testing me. Another worry!! "Kate, you do want to don't you? It's not just a test is it? Kate, I'm scared!" Yes I know I was in my late thirties and I was behaving like a schoolboy but, for Christ's sake, I loved her – she was my life!

She knew, of course she knew. She always knew how to read me. "No silly, it's not a test. I don't need to test you. Oh Mike I really do want to. I shouldn't but I do. I'm sorry, I can't get it out of my mind." Now she seemed sad again.

I bent and kissed her, sending all my love into that kiss then, pulling away and smiling, I said, "You want to try it with them, so do I! I like him Kate, he seems a nice guy and I don't think he'd hurt you. But Kate, he loves Gina a lot. He might be having the same problem I have."

"Mmm," she said, "he might but he's a lot like you love, he'll want what's best for the both of them and he has to overcome his problem. What will happen after that I don't know."

"Did you two sort it out this morning?"

Now she look just a little guilty. "Mmm," she said, "do you mind?"

I laughed, "Of course not, most of my life has been arranged by women I love so how could I mind. What did you arrange?"

"Well," she said with a sexy smile, getting back to her usual self again, "if you and Toni agree," she poked her tongue out as I raised my eyebrows, "if you and Toni agree we'll fly out on Saturday."

"But isn't their flat a little small?"

She smiled her seductive smile and, I must admit, I was beginning to succumb to her wiles, just as she knew I would I suspect.

"Mmm, it is but their villa on the lake isn't." She pouted, "You don't mind going there do you, please, pretty please." Another enormous pout. "It's got two bedrooms so that's all right isn't it?"

"You," I said kissing her nose, "you are a minx."

"But you do like minxes don't you," in her 'little girl' voice.

"Enough minx," I said mock seriously, "kiss me." So she did and this wasn't a soft gentle kiss, this was an 'I want you to fuck me' kiss which I returned with interest. By now her hands had undone some buttons on my shirt and were stroking my chest and back. Before long the shirt had gone and she was kissing my shoulders and chest.

"I like your hairy chest," she said as she ran her fingers sensuously through the hairs – not that it was that hairy but she didn't know did she.

"And I like yours without the hair," I laughed as I undid her blouse and bent my head to kiss her shoulder then down to her breasts. "Bloody bras," I said as I messed about reaching behind to release her boobs. She wriggled and I tinkered and finally managed to lose the blouse and the bra. Now I could begin to really enjoy myself. I loved her breasts, never subjected to children, she managed to keep them pert and firm all her life, helped I think, by exercises she learnt off mum which she also used to keep her bottom firm and sexy as well.

Starting with the nipples, then to the underneath, I used my teeth to gently bite her tits and to suck, mouth on one, hand on the other.

"Mmm, I like that. Bite a bit har . . . . . der. Oh fuck yes." A deep breath and a sigh. "Oh shit love, get those bloody trousers off, I want fucking!"

"Your wish is my command, oh princess," I said with a big smile. I stood and quickly dropped trousers, pants and socks then I reached over and loosed the back of the lounger so we could get comfortable.

"Bloody hell, that looks good," she said licking her lips and pouting in her sexy way. Her eyes were devouring me again and I fell on her, kissing, stroking, holding as we rolled around together. Her hand grabbed my cock and, rolling me onto my back, held it tight and upright. "Oh I love this," she said with a smile slowly wanking me then in her 'pretty please' voice, "can I sit on it, pretty please. I want to you know, even though it's sooooo big. Can I, can I, please."

"Sweetheart, you can do what you bloody well like!"

"Ooooooo goody. Don't go away." This said with a great big smile as she stood and stripped her skirt and knickers then stood for a moment to allow me to look at her and for her to look at me. Both naked now we always enjoyed looking at each other this way but not for long tonight. Kneeling down next to me she bent and kissed my lips.

"Mmm, that's nice. I'm going to sit on it now, is that all right?" She didn't give me time to answer, just straddled my hips, held my cock upright, and lowered herself down. She looked into my eyes, my soul, as the lips of her vagina clasped my cock head in that silky, warm grip. My love for her welled up then and I knew that I had made the right decision. 

I smiled. "Oh god, you're fabulous, fabulous."

A smile in return, "I know but only for you!" and she sank onto her hand, taking half my cock inside. "Oh that is soooo good." She bounced gently up and down a few times. "Do you like that?" she asked in that voice, "shall I do it some more?" I could only nod in reply as my balls felt like they would explode but she was holding my cock extra tight to prevent an early eruption.

Then her hand moved away and she took all of me inside.

"Oh fuck Kate!!"

"Mmm, I do hope so! I hope you will fuck Kate some more later on but you can fuck me now if you want." I didn't, and don't, find the 'woman on top' that exciting – I don't know why, perhaps it's a 'man' thing but this was pretty good. Kate always enjoyed it like this and now she leant forward to kiss me, her tongue filling my mouth and dancing with mine. This bends your cock forward in quite a pleasant way although it's difficult to move. Now she began to gyrate her loins, grinding her sex into my pubic mound. Pulling away from out kiss she laid her head on my shoulder to concentrate on her orgasm which, I could tell from her movements, was pretty imminent. Suddenly a shudder passed across her body and low moan escaped her lips. I felt her pussy contract, squeezing my cock. I wanted to hold on because I wanted to take her again before I came, wanted to make it last.

She came down from her high slowly, as usual in this position. It was always like that if I stayed hard because she could feel the stimulation. "Ooooooohhhhhhh, that feels nice. Is there more?"

"Mmm," I said pulling her to me, "plenty more," and I rolled her over on to her back staying inside her all the while. "Time to fuck you some more," I said with a smile, "particularly as you've just fucked me!"

"Mmm, but it was nice wasn't it?" she said as she pulled me close and wrapped her legs around me. It was clear she wanted to be in charge just now so I just enjoyed her moving her thighs into mine.

"Oh Mike darling, fuck me now. Fuck me hard," she whispered, "later you can have my arse. Would you like that? You can have it your favourite way if you like. Do you want to?" Well, of course, this was enough to send me almost there; as she knew it would.

"Want your arse?" I said as I began to drive deep inside, "sweetheart, I always want that, want you, anyhow. You know that." I was close now and, as I felt the spunk on it's way, I drove deep inside and leaned forward to kiss her lips. She knew, she always did, and her hands gripped my arse to pull me tightly in and hold me there. She seemed to have legs of steel and, although I wanted to move, I couldn't without hurting her. It didn't matter however, because her vagina was milking my cock of it's pent up spunk and I filled her with three or four solid pulses. I, sort of, held back a little – well I did have the promise of her arse later; and in my favourite position!

"Oh god, I want to eat you up. I want you inside me forever." She was reaching really high just now. Slowly, slowly, we both came down and her legs relaxed their hold on me. I rolled off and looked down on her. I could see she was still hot, very hot.

"Oh love, that was marvellous," she said stroking my cheek. "Later tonight I've got a very special treat for you, you know. God Mike I want you." And I wanted her. Sometimes, quite rarely, she was like this. Almost vampiric in her desire for sex with me. I could be rather frightening but exciting as well. I knew, having said that, she would let me make love to her in a very special position, a position she said was so difficult but so exciting that she only wanted it when really hot and she was like that tonight.

"Sweetheart, princess, I am yours to command," I said with a smile, "anything, anything you want."

"First I want to shower," she said with a sultry smile, "I'm all sticky – so are you. Then I want something to eat, I'm hungry and I can't eat you up. After that I want you to hold me tight, then I'm going to get ready and I want you to make love to me before you fuck my pussy and my arse. Think you can manage that beast?"

"For my minx, I'm certain I can. Come on I'll join you in the shower."

So we showered then to the kitchen to rustle up a Spanish omelette, then to the lounge to hold her. I sat and she lay with her head in my lap. I could look down at her, this woman that was my life, and stroke her hair.

"Mike," she said after a while, "Mike, you know she's still a virgin?"

Gina, I thought. "Well I didn't know but I'm not surprised considering his 'problem'. Kate," I went on seriously, "I don't think I should 'take' that. I'm not sure he would want that neither would she."

"No, I think you're right. We'll have to work something out."

I had a thought. "Kate, how will you solve his 'problem'? Have you any idea?"

"No," she said with a little smile, "I haven't but I know someone who will!"

"Mum?"

"Mmm. I'll go and see Joy on Tuesday. We don't have to go to the office till Wednesday do we?"

"No. A big meeting then, even Joe will be there. Then another on Thursday in Birmingham but Friday is free so is most of next week."

"Good," she said with a big smile, "means we don't have to get up in the morning . . ."

"No," I said returning her smile, "but I bet you'll expect me to 'get up'!"

"You bet. That is if you've got anything left after tonight! It's special tonight love – I want you so much. I'm sorry for wanting another man and I want to say thank you for saying yes."

I bent and kissed her, "Seeing you happy is enough. Anyway," I laughed, "if it's 'special' tonight I'll be doing most of the work!"

"Mmm," she murmured with a sexy smile, "you will. But you will enjoy it won't you? I can tell you will!" and with that she turned her head and gently bit my hardening cock through my pants. She sat up and looked at me with those devouring eyes, "You mustn't cum quickly tonight beast," she went on, "you've got to last for a long time. Well, if you do you've got to manage it again!" Then her mood changed, "I need it Mike, love," she was almost pleading now, very intense. She was sometimes like this, usually after an emotional event, perhaps going away with mum for a weekend or something like that. I suppose that now she felt she had to reward me but, in doing so, she would need tremendous release as well.

Holding her close I whispered in her ear, "I wish I could last for ever Kate love but you do things to me. Tonight I'll do my best, promise."

"I'll go and get ready. Remember, special!"

I quickly cleared the things from the lounge then showered again and waited in our bedroom. She would expect a lot tonight but, then again, she'd give a lot; that I knew, so I had to be strong but it would be difficult because I was already excited and JT was certainly becoming unruly!

Chapter 27: *Intense lovemaking 

Oral (various)/Straight/Anal

It was a fairly long wait, as it usually was when she was like this. I knew she was preparing to take me deep inside her everywhere and to attend to me afterwards. When she finally came out she was stunning – well more stunning than usual anyway.

Her soft shoulder length auburn hair was combed straight framing her face which wore little make-up. She was wearing black – I like black! Not that there was much of it! It was black a see-through top thingy (I don't know what they're called) which had black flowers in opaque material. The knickers and the stockings were the same material, the stockings held up by thin suspenders hanging from the bodice. Four inch platform shoes completed the outfit. She just stood there and looked at me. "Well?"

Well indeed!!!

I think I managed to say something but it probably wasn't very coherent because I was struggling to control my base urges to grab her and fuck her straight away. Finally, "Bloody hell Kate, oh fuck you're gorgeous!"

"Do you really think so?" she said as she did a pirouette which displayed her fabulous arse, cheeks split by the black of her knickers.

"Shit Kate, walk up and down, please!" So she did and put on a show for me posing in various positions, particularly showing her wonderful bottom. She was winding me up as she did when she was like this. I suspect that she felt that the longer I could hold out the more I loved her, I don't know but she finally ended up in front of me, facing away, and bending over with hands on knees.

Looking back at me she said, "Well?" again. I reached for her. "No, naughty, not yet. You can look but you can't touch, well not yet anyway." Then she turned and sat back on her haunches in front of me. "I want to suck you first, take your juice before you taste mine. Is that all right?"

This was a serious question for her because she knew I wasn't fond of her kneeling in front of me but I knew that she wanted this so I just nodded in reply. I knew I was going to enjoy it!

"Goody!" Her hands came up to hold me, one on my balls gently cupping the sack, while the other stood guard at the base of my cock. She knew I would have some trouble not filling her mouth with spunk. She started on my balls, gently pulling the hair with her teeth then licking and finally sucking one, then the other, gently into her mouth.

"Oh god Kate, fuck!" was all I could manage as her tongue left my balls and licked beneath right down to my anus.

"Legs up," she breathed, eyes fixing on mine, so I lay back a little and lifted my legs. Her tongue found my tight hole and she began to rim me before forcing her tongue past the muscle. It was lucky she knew me well because I managed to shout, "Kate!!" just in time for her to prevent an early end to the proceedings!

"Oh fuck Kate darling, no more please." I couldn't take much of this. There's so much going on when the woman you love does this to you.

She looked up and pouted, "Misery! I want to do it after you cum," she said grumpily then, brightening, "mind you, you might just be able to start again." I took a deep breath – it was going to be a very long, very tiring, but very enjoyable evening! She moved up from my bottomhole and concentrated on my cock. One hand still cupped my balls, gently caressing them, the other still stood guard. Now she began to play her games.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 04



"I love your cock," she said in a sultry voice, "it's so big, so long, so round, so pretty. I like it inside me, in my mouth, in my pussy, in my arse. Do you want it there?"

"Bloody silly question," I answered with a smile. God she was so sexy, wanton, vampish. 

That sexy smile, "Mmm, good!" She started biting the base of my cock just above her sentry fingers, biting quite hard really. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to let me know she could. There's something about this pain/pleasure business – not that either of us have ever been into that sort of thing – but this was certainly bloody exciting. She went all the way along the length of my cock right to the head then to the base again before her hand left my balls and began to masturbate me.

"Oh sweet fuck Kate. What are you doing to me?!"

She looked up with a vampiric smile, "I'm fucking you," she said, "before you fuck me!" Then her mouth closed over my cockhead and her tongue washed me, probing my tiny pee-hole. All the time her eyes were fixed on mine as she smiled around my cock. Then she sucked. No gentle sucking now, her cheeks collapsed as she sucked with all her power.

"Oh fucking hell Kate," this prompted by the release of a large dose of precum that seemed to please her as she rolled it round her tongue and my cockhead. Now she took more inside, holding me upright with one hand whilst the other remained on guard at the base. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked her mouth on my cock. It was heaven. I suppose I shouldn't say this, you shouldn't compare women really, but when she was like this she was a better cock sucker than mum – and mum was pretty good!

I realised what was coming here as her head bobbed ever deeper and I felt my cock hit the back of her mouth. She strained her eyes to look up at me as she plunged right down, swallowed, and took my cock into her throat. God the feeling, not totally physical, but emotional as well. That she was doing this for me. I couldn't help it, she knew I couldn't, but I thrust up into her at this point. I didn't want to but I just couldn't control the movement. Luckily her fingers were gripping the base of my cock otherwise I'd have choked her just then with a wadge of cum deep in her throat.

Kate wasn't too good at swallowing, she found it difficult, so knowing how much this meant to her, I quickly pulled back as she pulled off to breathe.

"Oh fuck," she said breathlessly, "that is fucking exciting. Once more, OK?"

I could only nod in reply before her head descended on my cock again. I was putty, just something for her to play with. The object of her sexual passion. Bloody wonderful but just a little bit unsettling.

The same procedure over again. Slow biting, a little harder this time, then just the head with a tongue wash. A strong suck followed by bobbing head, deeper each time, and the final swallow. I was more controlled this time, able to enjoy the constriction of her throat muscles around my cock head. She stayed down a little longer before pulling away and gasping for breath. Her eyes were watering but she didn't seem to mind.

"Oh fucking hell you beast," she said breathlessly, "oh you bastard I love that cock of yours." Then her mood changed, as it often did when she was like this. "Will you love me now?" she asked plaintively.

I reached over and pulled her to me, falling back on the bed with her. "That's all I ever want to do," I said as I kissed her. "Special?"

"Special," she replied almost coyly.

"Lay back." She moved up the bed and laid back looking down at me. Kneeling up I feasted my eyes on her. She was lovely! I reached down and eased her knickers off the said, "Open love, for your pleasure!" Spreading her legs, she pulled them back with her hands, opening herself fully to me. This had the effect of raising her bottom slightly from the bed and now I reached for a pillow to make her more comfortable. I think that, when a woman takes this position with her man, it shows complete trust. She was open now, completely open, her pussy and anus available. I knew I would bring her to several orgasms like this, she would expect it, before I entered her for the first time.

I laid myself flat on the bed, my head poised at her two love tunnels ready for my tongue and mouth to pleasure her with my fingers in reserve. I started by breathing heaving on the whole area causing deep breaths and sighs before I began by biting her mount of Venus quite hard. I loved pulling her pubes with my teeth, lifting the skin – she liked it as well! Now I moved to the side of her pussy, licking between it and her legs; that tender place, then continued licking and gently biting all down the inside of her leg. Her pussy lips were swelling as she became more aroused and her liquid was beginning to leak. I'm sure that there must be something in this liquid that affected me because, just now, I was feeling as if I could die for her!

I had to lick her, to taste the essence of her as she had when she took my precum so I poked my tongue into her pussy, not too gently – I was hot, and drew it up along the length of her sex. A shudder rocked her body and a loud cry escaped her lips. She couldn't hold me there now because her hands were holding her legs back so she had to allow me to remain in control. I kept on licking her sex, back and forth, back and forth, enjoying the shudders that rocked her. By now her clit was standing proud, begging to be kissed, so I did; biting it gently.

"Oh fucking shit," she yelled as my face was flooded with liquid, a sure sign this was a big one. "Don't stop, keep doing tha . . . . . t. Oh bugger!!" Another one! I eased back now to let her come down before I took her up again.

"Oh you bugger, you bastard, oh fuck that was bloody good. Do it again please, pretty please." Well I wasn't about to say no was I? For me there is only one thing better than bringing my love to orgasm with my tongue. That's doing it with my cock! So back to the grindstone! I was going to fuck her with my tongue now so I moved it back down her pussy and covered her vagina with my mouth. I moved a thumb over her clit and began to stroke it as I sucked on her vagina.

"Aaaagggghhh, bastard!!!" was all I heard as I started to fuck her with my tongue, pushing as much inside as I could. The taste, the feelings, heck it was wonderful. This prompted loud moans and a quivering across her body. Again I stopped to allow her to come down. Time for me to move down as well. She was still moaning as I licked below her pussy across her perineum and to her anus. It glistened with the nutty flavoured oil I knew she had used for this special evening. She would have prepared herself there thoroughly for this evening. Look, she wanted this. Of course I enjoyed it as well, bloody enjoyed it, but she seemed to need it on these special occasions.

She was tight. Her tiny star was encircled by just the suggestion of her anal muscle kept tight by the exercises that mother had taught her. Mum was well aware that, if you continue to thrust 8½ inches of stiff cock up a woman's arse (or a man's if you're that way inclined), she must be able to control that muscle. I suppose that we had anal sex about three or four times a month so she had to be aware of the possible problems that's why we were always careful to be clean and for her to be prepared.

I began by tonguing all around her arsehole, licking along the valley between her open cheeks. Like this she was totally available, her anus opening slightly because of the position. Finally I found my tongue tickling her ring, her back door. Gently at first but then harder as it knocked for entry. Round and round, then back to the centre. I rimmed her for a while before covering her anus with my mouth and thrusting my tongue inside. She didn't resist because she had a massive orgasm as I pushed past the sphincter. She thrust back into me as I began to tongue fuck her arse, pushing deeper on each stroke until I could give her no more.

Oh this is sick, you may say, filthy, dirty, unhygienic. Well it may be some of those things but not if you love the other and she loves you. If you want to please her and she wants to please you. If she's prepared and the oil doesn't taste too bad it isn't really any of those things. It's just another way of enjoying each other.

I tongue fucked her arsehole for a while then moved back to her pussy but, at the same time, I presented my thumb to her anus and pushed it inside.

"Oh shit, god, oh yes, fuck, bugger, bastard . . . ." and various other expletives as another orgasm trembled across her body. Then, as it diminished, "Oh Mike, Mike love, I want you in me now. Hard, deep. Please!!!"

Time to really get to work! 

I knelt up and looked down at her, legs back and apart waiting for me to fuck her. My cock was rock hard after all this and I knew that, somehow, I'd have to hold off cumming because she wasn't finished yet. She looked up at me, smiled, and drew her legs even further back raising he bottom right off the bed. She was giving herself too me totally, completely. I knew it was important for her but I felt this fantastic emotion for her. It was love mixed up with desire, mixed up with animal passion and I wanted her so absolutely, so completely, that it almost hurt.

I leant forward and captured her legs with my arms as they took my weight on the bed. My cock was poised above her pussy as she was bent double under me. "OH YES, YES, YES!!! Put it in now! Fuck me with that lovely cock of yours. OH FUCKING HELL!!!"

I'd stretched my legs out straight behind me taking my weight on my toes and lowered my cock into her pussy gently before driving halfway home. The feeling was wonderful! This is a difficult position for both parties and you have to be fit! Both Kate and I were – we exercised regularly together (and that usually ended up with sex!) – so we could both manage this. I fucked her the same way as usual, in a little, out, then in a little deeper, until I was completely inside her. Difficult to kiss her like this but her eyes: well they devoured me and her hands came up and stroked my head and face. This position has always been exciting for me, I suppose it's about domination really. Your partner is totally at your command – it's an exhilarating feeling. 

It didn't (and doesn't!) happen very often. It only happened when Kate was very, very hot like tonight. Anyway, I continued to drive my cock down into her, pistoning away at her wonderfully receptive pussy. Kate was moaning in pleasure and I could feel her vagina clasping my cock as she orgasmed around it.

"Oh yes, Mike!! My arse, I want it in my arse like this – but don't cum yet."

Don't cum yet!!! "Bloody hell Kate," I managed to say breathlessly, "I don't know. Kate love, I want to kiss you and I can't like this." When I comes down to it, the 'missionary' position has a lot going for it. Most importantly you can look in your partner's eyes and you can kiss her. I found, throughout my life, and I find now that, although I do like it 'doggy, I prefer this if I am on an emotional high. That doesn't always happen when I make love, even with the women I have loved. It's difficult to explain really. I suppose it's that, sometimes, the connection with the one you love is more intense than usual; probably when she feels that way too. I don't know really – it's all about feelings and emotion mixed up with sex.

Anyway, I knew now that, despite how much I was enjoying her like this (and she was enjoying me) I wanted to kiss her. She smiled and moved under me, pulling her legs down so I could kiss her lips. "And I want to kiss you too." Then she pouted, "But you must promise to fuck my arse the special way!"

I took a deep breath because even thinking about that was enough to make me cum and I did want to cum in her pussy just then. The movement of her legs back to the bed had sent wonderful vibrations through my cock and now, as I slowly fucked her, I knew I wanted to worship her with my offering. I lowered my head and kissed her lips then whispered, "I want to cum inside you now love, can I?"

"Mmm, that will be nice," and then kissing me back, "does that mean I'll have to get you hard again?"

I laughed softly, "Mmm, I suppose it does." That has been the wonder of all the women I've loved, and who have loved me, we have been able to talk to each other like this. To talk about sex, about doing things, about what we wanted. I know from talking to other men, and from what Miranda tells me of her experience of marriage, that this isn't a common occurrence. I think that's a shame. As I grow older I'm convinced that our puritanical roots have a lot to answer for, hamstringing us in this particular area. Well, Miranda and I tried to do something about that but that's another story!

"Mmm, kiss, kiss, please then you can. But not too soon. I like you there," she pouted, "it's nice!" So I continued to fuck her, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, moving sideways, up, down. I think I must have kept on for a quarter of an hour. Kate wasn't just lying there while I did this. Her legs sometimes gripped, sometimes let me go: her hands held my head, stroked my chest, or reached behind and pulled my arse into her. We kissed, I kissed her breasts, her cheeks, her neck. By that time sweat was dripping off me and I knew I couldn't last any longer. My arse moved quicker and I began to drive deep inside her and just stop for a moment to savour the feeling. She knew this meant I was close.

"Oh Mike love, that is nice. Come in deep, harder. Oh fuck yes. Now?? Oh god, I can feel i . . . . .t. Christ I love you." I was filling her with my seed now, each pulse seemingly drawn from deep inside my body and jetting through my cock via balls that were like rocks. Four, five, six pulses while her vagina rippled and milked my cock as her orgasm, the last of many while I fucked her like this, shuddered across her body.

Too soon it was over and I fell to the side exhausted. Well, I had been at it for quite a while and I was doing ALL the bloody work – not that I minded. Had I been even fitter I might have carried on for a while longer! Straight away she was cuddling up to me, her leg covering mine as she pushed her pussy against my thigh. Her hands wandered over my chest as she seemed to enjoy the wetness of my sweat.

"You're all wet," she said with a smile.

"That's because I've been working so hard!"

"Mmm. I hope you're not thinking of going to sleep yet."

I smiled, stroked her cheek, then said, "Well, I am very tired."

Now she pouted, "Well you aren't. You promised!"

"But I don't know whether I'll be able. You won't make me will you?" Now I began to play, answering her in a whining voice. "You won't force me to fuck that lovely arse of yours will you. Make me hard again. I won't you know, I won't be able."

She laughed out loud, I'm afraid that this didn't fool her. She knew that I would be only too keen to carry on.

"Don't be a silly beast," she said, "of course you're going to get hard again and you are going to fuck my arse. You'll do as you're told!"

"Yes ma'am," I said touching my forelock, "anything you say ma'am." I laughed and pulled her to me, kissing her lips. "Kate love," I said as I pulled away, "I need a while."

"Mmm, I expect you do," she said laughing then added in exasperation, "oh you men!" I wouldn't say that Kate was insatiable but she would almost always outlast me and, as I lay there, I wondered how she would fare with two men, that is if Toni and Gina agreed. I think she would have made a good porn actress would Kate, she could keep going for ages!

So now she snuggled up to my sweaty body and we just lay there holding each other, enjoying the togetherness. That was something that continued right through our marriage (and continues today with Miranda). We would stop to recover, just holding, being together, before beginning again. I suppose now I could take Viagra and go non-stop but I prefer this 'quiet time' between.

It must have been an hour or more, we both must have dozed off, before I realised that Kate was kissing me again. "Wake up sleepyhead," she said nuzzling up to me, "time to get back to work!"

"Mmm," I mumbled thinking what a nice way this was to be woken up. "Let's shower," I said stretching, "I'm all sticky and horrible."

"Mmm, you are,"

"What 'horrible'?" I said in mock astonishment.

"No silly, you're all sticky. So am I and I have to get ready again so yes, let's shower. You can wash me if you like."

I smiled lecherously, "Only if you promise to wash me afterwards!"

She nodded and kissed me then we showered. I did wash her and she did wash me, well basically I made her cum and she almost did the same to me. It didn't take her long to raise my erection again although, I must admit, it was a tiny bit sore. You know, well you will if you're a male reader, how overuse can sometimes make your cock almost ache. It's that close line between pleasure and pain I think. Kate shooed me out of the bathroom to get ready. Something mum had always instilled in her, and me as well, that if you really wanted to enjoy anal play and anal sex you had to be clean and prepared.

Kate came out a while later naked. I was lying on the bed, JT having taken the opportunity to have a little rest, was only just hard. She stood looking down at me, "You don't want me any more?" she pouted playfully.

I stood and held her close, "Minx," I laughed, "I want to fuck your arse but you'll have to suck my cock first."

She pushed me backwards and we fell onto the bed together. There followed a soft and gentle 'rumble' that was full of laughter, touching, and stroking. That did the trick for me, JT beginning now to notice things.

"That's better," she said with a smile as her head lowered to cover my cock. "Mmm, wubberly," she murmured with my cock head in her mouth.

"Oh shit Kate, fuck." She was sucking and working the head with her tongue, "Kate, careful." She could do that to me. She had this power to make me cum almost to order. Her fingers clasped my cock at the base and saved the day before she raised her head.

"I want to be fucked up the arse now. Can you manage that?" she pouted then poked her tongue out. "I shall be ever so, ever so, disappointed if you can't!" More playing!

"Don't you worry you sexy minx, arse fucking is my speciality!"

"Oh goody. Come on then." With that she moved off me and positioned herself face down on the bed. She had said this was to be 'special' which meant a particular position that was unusual. I'd only ever done this with mum before and she must have told Kate about it. It happened rarely and the first time with Kate almost blew my mind. It's quite a difficult position but, boy, is it exciting.

Looking sideways at me she began to move her legs up. Not underneath her body but sideways until they were splayed out each side almost at right angles to her hips. This had two effects. Firstly it raised her arse and pussy in the air slightly so I quickly moved a couple of pillows to support her a little bit and ease the strain. Secondly it opened her completely. Her pussy and anus completely available. This is one of the most vulnerable positions a woman can take and it is quite a strain.

The sight of her like this took my breath away – it always did. That she would do this for me always had that effect and added to the sheer sexual anticipation of what was to happen now. No problems with JT now, he was as excited as I was! I knelt behind her, bent forward, and licked the length of her pussy and arse. She shuddered as my tongue crossed her anus, "Don't tease! I want you there now!" I could see that she had already used oil on herself so I just put some on my cock. When you see this position in adult movies nowadays (and you don't see it that much) the guy tends to stand with his legs above the girls and bend his cock down into her. I reckon that's probably for the camera. I think the best position is the most difficult! 




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 04



I leaned forward placing my cock head at her rear entrance then moved up to support my body above her on my arms, rather like doing a press-up with her beneath. My legs stretched out behind me just slightly apart. Now I could bear down on her. My cock slipped inside her anus easily, she was ready for me that was for sure, and she pushed backward as I did so taking half inside. She was tight, warm, and silkily smooth: made so by the oil. I could begin to move now, pushing softly and gently into her. I didn't want to hurt her, easily possible like this to get carried away and do so, so I used my usual style to slowly fill her with my cock. As she was pushing back, before long I was buried to the hilt, deeper than in any other position.

The feeling as her rectum and anus clung to my cock was overwhelming. Sheer sexual pleasure as she worked my erection together with the tremendous emotional charge of making love like this to the woman I loved. I could bend my head and kiss her shoulders, resisting the urge to bite her hard that always seemed to surface when we did it like this, and she responded by moaning my name softly. Kate was very, very fit then and athletic so she was able to turn her head back and look a me. A soft smile spread across her features as I began to slowly work my cock in her arse. No hard driving now, not in this position, just a slow, gentle movement. I knew I could last a fair while despite the excitement because of my earlier eruptions so I took it easy.

"Oh god, that's nice. Mmmmm, keep doing that!! Slow, oh yes, slow and deep. I love your cock in me. Yes, yes. Oh god I love you. Can you kiss me? I want you to kiss me!"

I managed to reach forward and kiss her lips. This pushed me even deeper, if that were possible, and a shudder rocked her body. Her rectum and anus gripped tighter and I stilled myself to allow her orgasm to subside.

"Oh bugger, yes. Don't stop yet, please! Oh god, fill my arse with that lovely cock. Fuck me there, fuck me up the arse!"

"Kate no I won't and yes I will!" I managed to whisper breathlessly. Don't let anyone tell you this is easy! Bloody marvellous, mind you, but you have to be fit. Darling Miranda insists that we do it this way now and again – not quite so easy as you get older!

Anyway, back to then. Slowly I started to move again, this time varying my strokes, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. After about ten minutes of this slow and gentle buggery I was beginning to become aware that it wouldn't be long now for two reasons. Firstly, the pressure to cum was intense secondly, my arms and legs were giving out!

"Kate love, soon, soon."

"Mmm, yes, yes, fill me up then. Hard now please. I need you to do that." Yes she did and I knew why. She was paying, as she saw it, her penance for asking me about Toni. She didn't need to pay anything really because I loved her but I knew SHE needed this so I increased speed and drove home hard. She was thrusting back at me at the same time and I was aware of the sound of my thighs hitting her buttocks. Suddenly she screamed my name, "Oh MIKE, MIKE," and her buttocks clenched gripping my cock along the length of her rectum. Her anus was constricting and releasing on the base of my cock, a feeling that could produce only one result!

"KATE," I shouted as I began to cum. Now this almost hurt but it was so good as well. There wasn't as much as I have liked to give her and I didn't last very long, only two or three pulses, but they were like jolts of electricity coursing through my body. The tips of my fingers and toes tingled as the feeling seemed to encompass every nerve. Sadly, after the previous exertions, JT didn't last long and I rolled sideways off Kate and lay on my back pulling in great gulps of air. Even Kate was satisfied now as she moved to droop herself over me.

"Oh fuck you beast, that was the best, the bloody best!"

"Ahh, so my minx is spent is she?" I managed to say with a smile on my face. It wasn't often so it was worth mentioning!

"Mmm." Then she was serious, "Mike, thank you . . . you know . . . for Toni."

"You don't have to thank me," I laughed, "anyway I might get a rest now and then!"

"Beast," she smiled as she playfully punched my stomach. "You'll be too tired out after Gina!"

"Never to tired to try with you," I said quietly.

That made her sad and she stroked my cheek, "Mike, are you sure?"

"Mmm, I'm sure," and I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her softly and lovingly.

We lay like that for a while then Kate said, "I'm bloody hungry. You?" I nodded. "I'll just go and tidy up. Beast, I'm full! Then we'll have some supper. Bloody hell, it's gone 2."

"Mmm, doesn't time fly when you fucking?" She laughed and left for the bathroom returning a few minutes later. Grabbing dressing gowns from the floor we went downstairs and enjoyed a late night snack together before bed then sleep.

It shows how spent she was after that night because she didn't wake me up for another tryst in the morning. We slept in till almost midday before lazily stumbling downstairs for a very late breakfast.

I looked at her across the breakfast table, "So," I said with a smile, "last night was too much was it?"

She laughed, "Beast, you wore me out."

"I wore you out!?!?!"

"Mmm but it was nice. I'm going to phone Gina now. I said I would this afternoon." She looked a bit shamefaced and seemed to be asking my permission.

"Good," I said with a smile, "then we can sort things out for the weekend."

She smiled back at me and, with a kiss, went into the lounge to phone. I didn't listen but I could hear the happy tinkle of Kate's voice which told me that Gina and Toni had agreed. I followed her into the lounge when I heard her put the phone down.

"It's OK then?" I said. She raised her eyebrows questioningly. "I could tell from your voice."

"Mmm, yes. Oh Mike she sounded so happy." Now she was hugging me, "Oh I'm so excited. I can't wait for Saturday." She was like a young girl again and I caught her feeling of excitement but there were still issues and someone had to keep their feet on the ground.

"Love, what about, you know . . . her virginity – and his I suppose?"

"I'm not sure yet," she said quietly, "I'm going to see Joy tomorrow: you can take Joe out for a round of golf."

I laughed, "He might not want to go."

"Silly, he will if Joy says so, he's like you, he does as he's told."

I laughed, "You! You devilish woman, are a minx."

"Mmm, I know." Now she tried me out, "Do you think Toni likes minxes?" I was up to it, I'd made up my mind.

"If they are as lovely as you, I'm sure he does. Kate love," I went on seriously.

"Yes?"

"Kate, errm, if you can 'cure' his problem and they do manage to make love, you realise that they might not want to carry on with the swinging."

"Mmm, I know but Mike, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Even if they don't it will be an exciting experience won't it?"

"Yes, it will – for both of us."

We lounged about for an hour or two then took a long walk to blow away the cobwebs. A quiet day, and early night, and sleep!

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The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 05



Hi,

Here is Part 5 of 'Kate'. The first 'swapping' at the villa in Italy and what happened after.

The Warning:

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Please read and (I hope) enjoy in the knowledge that there is yet more to come!

Chapter 28Interlude

She was asleep when I woke in the morning and I leant on one elbow looking down at her. I've written before about this, how wonderful your love looks like this: asleep, innocent even. No make-up, not that she wore much at home anyway, she was beautiful – well she was to me. I bent and kissed her softly.

"Mmm," she muttered, "mmm, that's nice."

"Time for you to wake up sleepy head, it's late."

"Hold me, I don't want to get up yet. I'm still sleepy." So I did and we cuddled each other for a while.

"Come on," I said later, "we've got to get to mum's for lunch."

"Oh I like it when you hold me."

"And I like it as well but . . ."

"Oh all right," she said grumpily, "come on then." Time to have some gentle fun.

"Oh, no sex then? I was looking forward to another round!"

"Beast!!"

I laughed, "Now, now, just because I wore you out Sunday . . ."

"You did, you beast. I'm tired."

I hugged her and kissed her, "Come on then, quick shower then mum's." So we showered together, dressed, then off to mum's for lunch. Afterwards Joe and I were shunted off to the golf course with instructions to stay until half five. We had a leisurely round and sat at the 19th afterwards with a bottle of rather good wine. Initially we chatted mainly about work. Although Joe had been my step-father for almost 10 years now I don't think we'd ever really developed a 'father-son' relationship. Not surprising really as I was in my mid twenties when he married mum and he had never had kids. We did get on well however, and I found I could always talk to him, not that he talked about himself and mum very much.

I did note that, today, as we chatted he was looking at me rather quizzically and just a tiny bit worried. After a while he broached a question.

"Mike," he said, "forgive me if I'm prying but Kate seems a little different today." He laughed, "She's always bright and cheerful but today it's even more noticeable. I can tell because she seems to have that effect on Joyce." Now I had a decision to make. Even at this early stage I had a feeling about Toni and Gina. If things did pan out and we carried on with the full 'swap', and even if they didn't, we would see more of them and, in any case, become friends. In either case they would probably become close and that meant that both Kate and I would want them to meet mum and that meant Joe as well. Mum knew what was going on but I was pretty sure she wouldn't have told Joe. Look, he wasn't a prude or anything; he couldn't be could he married to mum, but he might not appreciate what was happening. He noticed my silence as I weighed things in my mind.

"Mike, I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry."

"No, it's all right Joe," I laughed, "there's nothing wrong. It's just that something is happening." He raised his eyebrows. Oh bugger, I thought, he is mum's husband after all, he deserves to know what's going on.

"Joe," I said slowly, "we're going to do something, something a bit out of the ordinary."

"Oh?"

I took a deep breath, "We're going to meet another couple on Saturday and we're going to swap partners." 

He coughed into his wine. "Did I hear that right?"

"Yes," I said with a smile, "you did and Kate is here to talk to mum about it."

"But, but, but . . . Mike, you and Kate . . . Is everything all right?"

"Mmm, yes. Let me explain." So I told him all about what we were doing, the swinging magazine, how we'd met some couples, and now how we felt about Toni and Gina.

"I don't understand Mike. You and Kate are so happy. Why?"

Now I had to tell him about Kate and I could see, as I talked about her lack of experience, that I was striking some sort of cord because he smiled.

"Mmm. I can see how she might feel being in something like the same position myself," he said with a smile. 

"How?"

"Mike, I've only been with two women in my life. My first wife and Joy. I suppose I'm lucky really finding a woman like your mother. I don't think I've looked at another woman since we met but I think I understand how Kate might feel."

"I think it's different for a woman Joe. It's not quite the done thing for them to want other men is it. OK for us to be lechers but not for a woman."

"I'm surprised that you agreed."

"I didn't have much choice really if you think about it. If I don't I blame myself for making her unhappy – and you know where that leads." He nodded. "Or I see her with another man." I sighed, "I'd rather take the risk of another man Joe, especially after the last time I made her unhappy." 

"Why does she need to talk to Joy?"

I laughed, "Well they don't need an excuse to spend time together do they?" He laughed and nodded knowingly – did he know? "But this young couple have a problem." So I explained about Toni.

"Poor bugger," Joe said then, "I expect Joy will know what to do, then they'll enjoy themselves!" He did know!

"You know?"

He smiled, "About them? Yes, I know. I've known for years. Joy told me."

"You don't mind?"

"No, why should I? Tonight will be a busy night," he added with a laugh. "Whenever they spend time together I have a busy night afterwards. Do you?"

I laughed, "Joe, you're priceless. Yes I do but not tonight I think, we had a very busy night on Sunday and she will want to save herself, and me come to that, for Saturday."

Joe laughed and then became more serious. "I'm glad we've had this chat Mike. I know we get on OK but . . . well I've always felt that we didn't . . . Oh heck, I'm not very good at this." He fixed me with his eyes, a decision made. "I've never had kids, Yvonne couldn't and, obviously it was too late with Joy but . . . Oh heck . . . I do feel like . . ." This was obviously difficult for him, emotions were. "Heck Mike, what I'm trying to say is that I do see you as a son, the son I never had, and I'm proud of you. How you looked after Joyce, now you and Kate. I can see you love her and what you're doing, well . . ."

I felt great affection for him then. I'd never known a father, well only Stan for a short time, and now, after nearly 12 years, I was connecting with my step-father. 

"Thanks, Joe I've never had a dad, you know that, but . . . well, I think I've got one now," and I covered his hand with mine, "and a bloody good one at that."

"Bloody soppy," he said throatily, downed his glass of wine, then smiled, "by god I feel better for that. I suppose we'd better get back or we'll get told off."

I laughed, "I suppose so. Come on, a slow stroll will give us an appetite.

Both mum and Kate were full of life and energy when we got back, a sure sign that they'd been together for a while that afternoon. Kate was even bubblier than before so I decided to take a risk. 

As we sat down after dinner I turned to her and said, "I told Joe all about Toni and Gina."

"You did . . ." She looked at mum.

Mum smiled, "Did you now and what did he say?" She didn't seem surprised, indeed, she seemed rather happy. I suppose, for her, it was a sign that we had really 'bonded' I think is the word and that was bound to please her.

"I said that I hoped they enjoyed the experience," Joe said looking at me, "and I hope that you've been able to help out."

"Oh yes," said mum with a laugh, "I think everything will be all right in that department."

Strangely all this seemed to embarrass Kate a bit so I sidled over and sat next to her. "I needed to let Joe know about this Kate, in case, you know, it goes further. I'm sure mum will want to meet them."

"You bet," said mum with a smile, "from what Kate tells me, he's a real dish."

"What have you been saying minx?"

She laughed now, realising that we were teasing, "I said he was very handsome, had a lovely figure, and," digging me in the ribs, "a very attractive wife."

"Ah," said mum with a smile, "now it's all coming out – attractive wife eh?" Now they were embarrassing me!

"All right, yes. A very attractive wife but," I looked at mum, "Kate must have told you," she nodded, "it might not go that far. We'll have to see."

"Mmm, we will," said Kate cuddling up to me, "but it will be exciting anyway!" With that the conversation moved on to mum's voluntary work and Joe's garden. We left fairly early because Wednesday was going to be busy and got to bed almost straight away. We chatted for a while and I explained about telling Joe. She said she was glad really because I meant we didn't have to exclude him all the time. Kate didn't tell me what mum had said about Toni's 'problem' but she was sure she could sort it out. As Wednesday and Thursday were both going to be busy – we had to go to Birmingham on Thursday – Kate would phone Gina on Friday to 'sort out' Saturday night. I was happy to leave it to her, it was her show after all. I was just concerned she wouldn't be too disappointed if things didn't pan out as she hoped.

The next two days passed quickly, meetings Wednesday, travelling Thursday. Kate was bubbly, effervescent even, obviously excited by what the weekend would bring. We got back late on Thursday evening so straight to bed (no sex – we were still saving ourselves for Saturday night).

Kate phoned Gina on Friday and, I found out later, discussed what would happen the next day. I'd spoken to Toni about the flight times and they were going to pick us up at the airport then drive on to the villa.

"Mike," Kate said as we sat in the lounge after dinner, "about tomorrow."

"Mmm," I said smiling across at her.

"You are OK aren't you?" She was concerned, I think, that I was still finding it difficult.

"Come here and sit next to me. I want to hold you." So she did. I looked into her eyes. "Kate love, I am OK with this. I told you, I've worked it out." I smiled, "I'm looking forward to tomorrow, mind you," I added, "I'm not quite sure of how to carry on."

She kissed me, "I've arranged it with Gina. I want you to make love to her." I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "No," she laughed, "not 'all the way'. Make love to her like you do to me before . . . you know. We need her to be relaxed and ready to lose her virginity to him."

I smiled, "I think I can do that."

"Good. When you have, bring her in to the other bedroom." A vampish smile, "Joy says I should be able to get him ready." She was still unsure of me, "It is alright isn't it?"

"Oh course, I told you minx. What will happen then?"

"Well, I'm going to blindfold him, Joy said that would help, and when you come in Gina will sit on him."

"You two have been very busy."

"Mmm, it was what Joy suggested really. I do hope we can get them together Mike. I feel so sorry for them."

"Yes, I hope so to love but," I stroked her cheek then reminded her again, "remember, they may not want to carry on. Don't get your hopes up too high."

Chapter 29*The first night: with Gina

Oral

She was in a bit of a tizzy on Saturday, fussing over this and that. It was clear she was nervous but excited at the same time. I must admit that I was excited as well. This was a funny feeling. Here we were, two happily married people going to meet another couple to swap partners and have sex, well almost anyway. Not something you do every day! Of course I was used to dating women before I married and had my share of virgins but this was so different. I realised that I was nervous as well, far more nervous than when I'd taken a woman out on my own. 'I'll have to make a special effort' I thought to myself otherwise things could get strained. I think that Kate must have realised finally that she was getting herself into a state because she suddenly stopped rushing around as sat next to me.

"Oh Mike, I'm so nervous. Is it always like this before . . . you know . . . a date?"

"I don't know," I smiled, "it's the first time I've done this as well. Look love we're bound to be nervous, so are they. You must have talked about it with Gina."

"Well, not really. I don't think it crossed our minds then."

"It'll be all right, just be you."

"Mmm," she kissed me, "have I told you today that I love you?"

"No, but you have now," and I kissed her back, "and I love you!"

"I know," she said softly.

This little chat calmed us both and, after a good flight, I was happy to see Toni and Gina waiting for us at the airport. Now Kate surprised me, she rushed over to Toni, threw her arms round him, and kissed him full on the lips. As she pulled away he looked totally and completely flummoxed. At that moment Gina draped herself around me and did the same! PHEW, this girl knew how to kiss!

"It's so lovely to see you," she said as I stood there in amazement.

"Yes," Kate said as she turned to Gina and hugged her, "it is. Isn't it Mike?"

"Errm, yes," I laughed as I regained control, "very nice. Very nice indeed." My turn now as I looked at Gina with a smile that told her how I felt. Not that experienced but she was aware of the content of that smile and blushed bright red.

Kate hustled her off, "You mustn't play games with him Gina darling, he is VERY experienced. Bring the cases," she said over her shoulder.

I laughed, "We'll just bring the cases shall we Toni?"

"Errr, si, certo. Yes certainly."

"I think that they have 'taken over' Toni old son." That obviously went over his head so I had to explain the 'old son' bit.

He laughed, "Yes. I think you are right you know."

"Right?"

"Yes, this is a husband swap!"

"I think maybe it is. Come on otherwise we'll get told off for dawdling."

We left the airport about 3 in the afternoon. The drive up to Stresa took about 2 hours (no motorway then) along the side of the lake for a while. As I said, we'd been there and I have always felt at home on this lake. The Italian way of life, the views, the people, and the climate had (and still has) the ability to make me relax. Kate always felt the same way. We stopped at a little bar overlooking the lake for a coffee and that allowed Kate and Gina to work their magic on Toni and me. It was obvious that they had discussed how to behave in that long phone call on Friday because they were both playing the coquette. Poor Toni seemed completely bemused by Kate's behaviour, bemused and captivated but then he almost always was! 

Me, I was torn between watching Kate behave in a way I hadn't really seen before. Of course we played our games together but this was for real; she was using all her feminine wiles to capture a man and it was fascinating. Added to this was the effect that Gina was having on me. It was funny really because, although Kate was 12 years older than Gina she had no more experience than her in doing this so their behaviour was similar. I suppose the only difference really was that Kate, because of her experience in the bedroom, had the poise and confidence that Gina lacked. That's not to say that she wasn't provocative. When an attractive 20 year old virgin (remember, I knew she was) starts to flirt with you; to make it obvious that she wants you; you just have to notice!

Back to the car and Kate sat in the front now, next to Toni. I had Gina in the back. I couldn't not be aware of her presence, her perfume, and her warm body pressed closely to mine. The car wasn't that small but she seemed to want to squeeze up to me – can't say I minded really! Poor Kate, in the front, could only rest her hand on his knee. That was enough – he nearly lost it when she first did it!

We arrived at their villa around 5 o'clock and I'll take some time to describe it because it became such an important place in our lives. It was situated just outside one of the small villages set in the hills above Stresa. Stresa itself has been a holiday resort for many years and is a beautiful town overlooking the Borromean Islands. The villa itself was surrounded on three sides by fairly tall cypress trees maintaining almost total privacy. The fourth side faced the lake. Entering the villa from the back, a small corridor ran into the enormous lounge which stretched almost the whole length of the side facing the lake. Three sets of French doors led out onto a terrace with table, chairs, and sunshade. Off the lounge but still facing the lake, was a small dining area which also had doors leading to the terrace. At that time the patio was about 15 feet deep and the ground fell away as lawn down to the woods below. Although it wasn't possible to see the islands there was still a magnificent view of the lake. The ground floor was completed by a generous kitchen located behind the dining area and two small box rooms used, at that time, for storage.

Upstairs there were two bedrooms, both over the lounge. They were about the same size and both had French doors leading to balconies overlooking the patio and the lake. The bedrooms each had tiny en-suites with just a shower and toilet.

I suppose the piece de resistance was the bathroom or rather, shower room. This was literally a room which was a shower. I should think that 6 or 7 people could shower at the same time and, although in those days, there were only a couple of water outlets, it was still a truly important part of the villa.

There were two smaller rooms on this level and a separate toilet. A small spiral staircase led up to the roof which had been laid out to garden but was now in need of some care. In all the villa was beautiful but was sparsely furnished and in need of some investment. Toni told me later that it had taken every spare penny of his cash and then some to buy the villa and he had no money left to make the necessary improvements. We sorted that out, but more later.

Toni and Gina took great delight in showing us around and we both fell in love with the place from that moment. Upstairs in the bedrooms Gina dragged me into one with a, "You show Kate the other bedroom Toni. Come on Mike, this is yours," as she whisked me through the door. Poor old Toni looked completed confused by all this but I was pretty sure I knew what was happening here, particularly when Gina threw her arms around my neck and planted another, fairly sensuous, kiss on my lips. This time I kissed back, holding her to me and running my hands down her body from shoulder to bottom. She felt rather good in my arms and JT was most definitely interested. I suspect she must have felt that, that and the intensity of the kiss, because she pulled away breathlessly.

I smiled, "That was nice!"

"Oh yes, errrm, si . . . I show you the balcony," she went on quickly. Ahh, I thought, not so sophisticated after all.

"Mmm, yes." She turned away and I became aware of her delicious shape. As I said, shorter than Kate, Gina had a full shapely figure with broad hips which, you will be aware, appealed to me no end. She swayed naturally in that seductive manner when she walked. There was no artifice in her manner, she was completely natural and very, very sexy! She opened the doors and went out onto the balcony. Quite small but it was big enough for two chairs and a small table. The view was stunning, the islands seeming to float in the lake below.

"It's lovely," I said turning to her and smiling, "and very romantic."




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 05



As she turned to me I could sense her need to be kissed. She looked up at me with her mouth slightly open and those sensuous signs of arousal crossing her features. She was a hot lady was Gina in those days, almost as hot a Kate! It was too much for me so I bent my head and covered her lips with mine and kissed her. No half measures now, she returned my kiss with interest and pushed herself against me. Had the circumstances been different, i.e. us not being married to other people, I would have dragged her to the bed and 'progressed the situation' but not just now. Perhaps that would happen in the future? Controlling my desire I pulled away, smiled, and said, "Perhaps we should see how Toni and Kate are doing?"

She smiled shyly back, "Yes," then she laughed, "she might have eaten him by now!" I think that, just then, she realised what she had said and how it might affect me. I didn't know whether Kate had told Gina about my worries but she was aware of possible feelings of jealousy I suppose. "Oh Mike, I'm sorry!"

"It's all right Gina darling," I said gently, "I might have eaten you by now!" This caused a major blush and a coquettish look that raised my temperature even higher so quickly added, "Come on, let's find out."

As I happened they were just coming out of the other bedroom as we entered the hall. Kate looked happy and Toni, well Toni looked confused. I suspect that Kate had kissed him 'properly' and, let me tell you, Kate could kiss! She smiled at me, "Oh Mike isn't it lovely. These bedrooms, the view. Gina, it's so romantic – anything is possible here!"

I looked at Toni and smiled, "You look flustered Toni?"

"Errm, si, yes, yes . . ."

I smiled at his confusion. Time to put all the devils to rest. "She can be quite overpowering Toni," I said with a smile, "you'll have to learn how to 'control' her!" This made Gina laugh and Kate poke her tongue out at me. I walked over and held her then said, with mock severity, "Any more of that minx and I'll take you in there and sort you out."

"Mmm," she said with a great big smile, "that WOULD be nice. Would you like to do that Toni?" she added turning to him.

"Errrr," was about all he could manage.

"You could Toni darling," said Gina with a sly glance at Kate. Then she added, "Mike could do the same for me!" I'm sure they hadn't rehearsed this but they must have spoken about how they would 'break the ice' regarding sex.

He got hold of himself now, his natural confidence returning, because he glanced at me and raised his eyebrows. I nodded and he turned to Kate, held her, kissed her, then said, "Si, yes. I think I would like that very much!"

This pleased Kate no end who laughed back at him, "But not now. You two men are beasts aren't they Gina. They think of nothing but sex!"

"We think of nothing but sex?!?!?!" I said laughing, "Us?"

"Oh, go and get the cases and put them in our room. We need to get ready for dinner don't we Gina?"

"Mmm. Go on Toni, give Mike a hand."

"Oh well," I said with a sigh, "just bloody servants really!"

"Mmm," said Kate with a wicked smile, "but remember . . . You'll get your tip later!" After which she swept into our bedroom with Gina in tow. To arrange some more things I thought as Toni led me down to the car.

Kate was on her own in the bedroom when I got back with the cases. We'd brought enough clothes for a few days and I'd cancelled everything until Wednesday just in case. We didn't really know how long we would be staying until things took their course but it was best to be prepared!

"We're eating out at a little taverna in the village Mike, so I've got to get ready. I'll shower first, OK?" I nodded and she began to strip off.

"Bloody hell Kate, don't do this to me!"

She laughed, "You'll have to wait. Later you beast," she said as she stroked my cock through my pants. I watched her undress 'til she was naked, my desire increasing all the while. She was so bloody wonderful, sexy, sensuous, beautiful in my eyes and I always wanted her. She could do that to me and she knew it. "No!" she said again with a laugh, "No! I'm all sweaty and dirty. I need a shower and then we won't have time! Behave!"

"You are cruel to me you know, standing there like that."

"I know but you enjoy it really!" Yes, she was right, I did! She popped into the shower and came out 10 minutes later dripping wet.

"I'll dry you off," I said with a lecherous smile.

"Oh no you bloody won't. You keep away. If I let you touch me I know what will happen and we DON'T HAVE TIME! Go on, in the shower and leave me in peace."

"OK," I said with a great big sigh and a big smile then into the shower. When I came out she was dressed in her underwear and, if I was excited before I went into the shower, I was even more interested then. Soft blue in colour and almost transparent, her bra held her delightful breasts gently up emphasizing their perfect shape (well for me anyway!). Tiny knickers cupped her pussy and was covered by a slip of material, rather like a large belt. She had her soft mauve dressing gown over the top and she looked good enough to eat. 

"Jesus Kate, I'm only bloody human!"

She turned and smiled, "Mmm, thankfully but you'll have to wait. You've got a very special job to do tonight so calm down!" This last as I playfully tried to grab her. This repartee continued until we were both dressed. Kate wore a soft lilac blouse with a long skirt that fell off the hip. It was style that accentuated her height and her figure, particularly her bottom. Add to this three inch heels on her shoes and she was as tall as Toni. After all this, by the time we met Gina and Toni I was very excited indeed – so was Kate as was evident by the way she greeted Toni. She planted a kiss on his lips and pressed so close I thought she was going to push him over. I felt a bit sorry for him really: he was the only one who didn't know what was going on. He told me afterwards that he was terrified because he worried that he wouldn't be any good for Kate. He was happy afterwards when we told him. Well he would be, it all worked out OK.

Gina was pretty provocative herself, kissing me boldly on the lips although she blushed as I kissed her back. The evening was a delight in many ways. The taverna was wonderful, typically Italian, and the food was great. I didn't eat very much, I never did before a bout in the bedroom, nor did Kate but we seemed to be at the table for ages. Both women flirted outrageously and I must admit that my feelings were strange.

I enjoyed Gina's attention. It does wonders for a man's ego to have a lovely young woman throwing herself at him and I responded in kind. All through the meal however, part of me was watching Kate with Toni. She was the coquette one minute, the vamp the next. He didn't know whether he was coming or going. It was plain to me that she was very keen on him indeed because I recognised all the signs she showed with me. So, how did I feel. Well, I'm trying to be honest now, I was enjoying it. Yes enjoying watching her trap another man and I realised that I wanted to see her with him, making love to him! I'd never experienced this feeling before and I wondered about it. To be honest, it worried me somewhat but I put it to the back of my mind, determined to talk to Kate about it later and concentrate on Gina.

She wasn't as experienced as Kate. No, that's wrong because Kate wasn't experienced at seducing men. Seducing me, yes but then I was easy! The only other man she'd been with was Geoff and she'd thrown herself at him, there was no 'seduction' then because he was already smitten with her. The difference between the two women was more one of confidence, a free and easy manner with men. Kate had that in spades because of her sexual experience which, whilst not with many men, was certainly wide. Gina, the inexperienced virgin, didn't have that awareness of what makes a man tick, how to push his buttons but her natural coquettishness and femininity was pretty overwhelming. 

We left the taverna about 9:30 and walked slowly back to the villa. Kate was draped all over Toni and I watched with pleasure as her bottom swayed in front. Myself, I had this gorgeous young woman making it patently obvious that she wanted me, well wanted me to make love to her, as Kate put it. I had my arm around her and I could feel the soft warmth of her body. As Kate and Toni stopped to exchange kisses we did the same. You know how a woman looks when she wants to be kissed? Well Gina looked at me like that so I did. Her kisses were becoming increasingly more passionate and I was falling under her spell. I began to realise that the most difficult thing for me this evening would be not to fuck her!

We finally managed to get back to the villa after several 'rest' breaks on the way. As we entered the lounge Kate, who was clearly in charge of the evening's programme, said, "You two men go and make the coffee, we'll wait here."

"Your wish is my command, oh princess," I said with a smile. "Come on Toni," I laughed, "give you a chance to cool down!" Poor Toni, he looked completely flustered and totally in her control. He didn't seem to want to let her go and I had just a moments worry about how Gina would feel. Things were OK between us just then but it would have been easy for things to get difficult. 

We put some coffee and I turned to Toni and said with a smile, "Are you OK?"

"Oh Mike, Mike. She is something else. I am sorry but . . ."

"It's OK Toni, OK. Your Gina is pretty fabulous as well." I saw a slight hint of worry cross his features.

"I have neglected her," he said softly, "that is wrong. Oh Mike, what will she say?" He really was confused, the poor guy.

"I don't think she minds Toni, she understands what's going on here." I looked him in the eye, "You know what's going to happen here. Are you sure?"

He still looked confused, "I think I am Mike. Oh god I want her but . . ."

"Don't worry, you'll be fine. Come on, coffee's done." 

Back in the lounge both women were sitting on the settee. They stood as we entered and Kate walked over to Toni saying with a big smile, "We don't want coffee now, we want you so come on upstairs!"

Toni looked confused again and, with a look at me that was answered by a nod, allowed himself to be guided to the stairs. I had a moment to watch her arse sway as she climbed the stairs and I wondered how he would fare. Gina seemed less confident than Kate now that the moment had come, as it were, and she stood looking at me rather shyly, unable to meet my eyes. Well, she was a virgin after all and, while she had certainly been with a man, he probably hadn't managed to satisfy her just yet. Now she was faced with an experienced man whose performance had no doubt been lauded by Kate. She must have felt nervous. I was feeling just a trifle nervous myself. It was the first time I'd done this for a long time and I couldn't help but compare it with the first time Kate and I made love.

I walked over and lifted her chin to kiss her gently on the mouth. "Are you ready?" I whispered softly noticing that she was trembling.

Now she met my eyes and nodded a soft, "Yes," and kissed me back. Pulling her close I allowed my hands to wander over her back right down to her bottom feeling the gentle swell of her cheeks. A gasp as she felt me stroking her there and over her thighs. She must have felt my erection as well because, by now, I was beginning to think how nice it would be to fuck her properly. I wanted this to be good for her however so I moved away, took her hand in mine, and led her upstairs to the bedroom. In there we kissed again. A soft, gentle kiss that caused her to pull my head down in an increase of passion. No trembling now, she was beginning to relax.

I needed to touch her; to begin the slow seduction that Kate had suggested to 'prepare' her for Toni, so I moved slightly away and began to undo the buttons on her blouse. Her eyes were wide now, staring into mine as she felt my hands on her body. Pretty soon the blouse was gone and I was able to continue kissing her mouth then neck and onto her shoulders. Her trembling returned but this wasn't fear, this was pleasure. Her hands began to stroke my hair as my mouth found the rise of breasts held so enticingly in her bra. That had to go too so I reached behind and unclipped it, easing it over her shoulders and off. Now they were free. Pert and perfectly formed, her breasts were a delight. Not as big as Kate and with small nipples. I like big nipples but I'm not a slave to them, small ones will do!

My hands continued to wander over the smooth contours of her back as my mouth kissed her breasts and, with a great big sigh from Gina, reached the nipple. But now to get comfortable. I picked her up and, walking the few steps to the bed, laid her on it. She looked unbelievably lovely. A girl becoming a woman. A soft sheen of perspiration covered her upper lip and her mouth was pursed, almost begging to be kissed. Her eyes were wide open seeming to need to note every aspect of me. Her breasts were firm, delightful, mounds awaiting tongue and lips.

I needed to lose my clothes so I quickly undressed. Her eyes followed every movement and there was a look of surprise as my boxers disappeared. I had a fairly strong erection by this time and I could see that she'd noticed. I lay down beside her, head on one arm, and looked down.

"Tu sei bella, bella sei tu."

"Grazie, tu sei bello anche." Well that was about the extent of my 'bedroom' Italian at that time so back to English!

I stroked her cheek, "I didn't think men could be 'beautiful'."

She smiled and pulled my mouth to hers then, as the kiss ended, said, "Oh yes, men can be beautiful," then added coyly, "will you make love to me. Kate said you would." So I did!

Kissing her mouth one last time for the moment I moved to her neck and shoulders then to her breasts. I kissed, licked, and sucked one then the other before concentrating on her nipples. I began by licking all round the areola then sucking the nipple itself before biting gently and pulling. As I did this to one then the other she began to moan softly and mutter in Italian. I looked up briefly and noticed her eyes were closed and her tiny tongue was licking her lips in that naturally provocative manner. I wanted to move on now, to explore the paradise between her legs, so my hand wandered down to undo the catch on her skirt. I suspected she was close to orgasm by now so I wanted to do this quickly and give her some release straight away. Undoing the zip, I knelt up and pulled the skirt down. It slid off easily and I could look at her pussy covered by lilac coloured panties with a wet patch.

The skirt removal had caused a cry of surprise from Gina but now she was wearing a look of anticipation. I needed to taste her now! I love to taste a woman through her underwear so I bent my head and gently bit her mound then her pussy, sucking at the same time. The flavour was heady indeed. How do you describe the taste of a woman? I'm not sure I can because, I suspect, there is a lot going on when we do this. I only know that I enjoy it immensely, always have and, hopefully, will until the day they cart me away!

As I bit her pussy for the second time Gina let out a cry followed by a long series of Italian words. I could only make out, "Gran Dio," a few times surrounded by moans as she pushed her sex into my face. I was enjoying myself, revelling in the taste of her through the material but now I wanted to show her just how good this could be.

I eased her knickers down her legs and off, then opened them, and knelt in between. Her face was a picture of anticipation mixed with apprehension. She couldn't know what was about to happen and the sight of my, by now, rampant penis must have unsettled her. I smiled, "No," I said softly leaning forward, "not tonight. Perhaps another night." She smiled. "Now," I continued, "I'm going to make love to you." Another smile and a provocative lick of the lips. Moving back down and lifting up I could look at her sex, so different from Kate. I'm always amazed that nature can construct the same thing in so many different forms! Gina's pussy was longer than Kate's and her vagina was far more open. Aroused, as she was now, I could see right inside past the swollen lips. As I eased her legs further apart and raised her knees I saw the tiny area between pussy and anus, much tinier than Kate, and below the tiny, oh so tiny, star of her back door. Dangerous images flashed across my mind then, violent, distasteful but frighteningly exciting, images. Is it only me or do we men have an inner self that revels in this kind of thing? Well I know I do and I'm not particularly proud of it. I have never indulged in any practises that cause pain to my partner, always suppressing the urge to do so but I do wonder sometimes where these images come from.

Anyway, I digress! All I really wanted to do was to make her cum again then take her to her husband. I was fairly certain that, afterwards, I would fuck the arse off Kate so I had that to look forward to! I bent my head to feast at her altar and began by running my tongue along the length of her sex forcing it inside her vagina as I passed over. I did this for a while causing long sighs and much wriggling. Now to tongue fuck her in lieu of my cock which, I may say, was bloody bursting by now. Covering her entrance with my mouth I sucked her juice and swallowed, savouring the taste, then used my tongue to lick the inside of her nether lips. This caused another torrent of Italian and an attempt to grip my head with her legs. I stopped her just now, I wanted to fuck her with my tongue. Quickly I began thrusting my tongue as far as I could inside her, enjoying the feeling as her vagina tried to grip the slippery intruder.

She didn't last for long! Soon her moans became louder and her legs crushed my head despite my holding her back. Her hips thrust up into my face and her hands held my head tightly to her sex. She flooded my face with liquid – not a true virgin I suddenly thought – and I almost drowned but, to be perfectly honest, I loved every second. There are few things better than this!

She was ready now, ready for the final act in this little play. When she had come down from her high and was lying there somewhat spent I stood, bent, and picked her up gently. Easing open the bedroom door, I took her along the corridor. She rested her head on my shoulder and her mouth and tongue pecked at my neck. Kate had left the door ajar and I opened it with my foot.

Entering the room I saw Kate's head bent over Toni's midriff and, as she turned her head, saw that his erect cock was in her mouth. I was hit suddenly by several feelings in quick succession. First shock, although I had guessed this would happen. This was followed quickly by a burst of anger, undirected anger just a flare of feeling. Immediately following anger came excitement, pleasure if you like, at seeing her with another man's cock in her mouth. Then just desire, desire to hold her, make love to her, fuck her. I knew we'd have to talk these feelings out later.

Kate lifted her head from his cock and I saw that her hand stood 'sentry' at the base preventing his ejaculation. She smiled shyly, a look of apprehension crossing her features. She told me she was concerned as she saw all those feelings flit across my features. I knew I had to smile at her, wanted to really, to reassure her that it was OK so I smiled a big smile and nodded my head to Gina who was still cuddled up to me. Kate motioned me over and I set Gina down on the bed. I could see that poor (?) Toni was blindfold and covered in a fine film of sweat. I assumed he had already cum once, possibly twice and I wondered how Kate had dealt with that.

Now Kate motioned to Gina who settled herself over Toni. He told me afterwards that he thought it was Kate but, in truth, he was glad his first woman was Gina. Kate held fast to the base of his cock moving her hand and arm to accommodate Gina who began to lower herself on to him. I moved to see both their faces and I realised that I was enjoying this, enjoying it a lot.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 05



I should explain. I had never before seen another erect male penis in the flesh and I had never seen another man with a woman. Of course I'd seen it on video but that is different. Here the act was being performed inches from me. I began to realise that I had something of the voyeur in me. I also realised that I had enjoyed seeing Kate with Toni in her mouth and that I might, probably would, enjoy seeing him with her. Not only were these ideas exciting they were frightening as well. Did they affect the way I felt about Kate? I knew for certain that we would have to discuss this. Now I just watched as Gina began to enjoy the feeling of fucking her husband. 

She lowered herself slowly down. Her face was a picture of pure pleasure as his cock found it's true home in her tight pussy – well I assume it was tight anyway! It was clear she wasn't a 'true' virgin as there didn't appear to be any real discomfort as she finally settled down on his loins. Her eyes were closed and her tiny tongue repeatedly licked her lips. Toni? Well Toni was absolutely still. I think he was afraid to move, especially as he thought it was Kate on top of him. Now Kate motioned to Gina and she began to bump up and down on his cock. She was using him then, using him for her pleasure. Pleasure increased by the knowledge that her love, her husband, was taking her virginity. Kate, still holding Toni's cock at the base, knelt up and whispered in Gina's ear then smiled at me and stood. Gina leaned forward now and undid the blindfold. Toni's face was a picture as he saw her and realised what was happening. Unable to control his reactions, he thrust up into her as they kissed but, he told be later, to his surprise he was able to control himself. It was as if, he said, Kate was still holding his cock at the base. He used that idea for a long time to control himself.

Chapter 30:*The first night: With Kate afterwards

Straight sex/Description of oral/oral (both)/Some mild anal play/Straight sex. 

Kate, meanwhile, had stood and was whispering in my ear, one hand clasping my cock, "Oh fuck Mike, I need that. Need that inside me now." Well, to be honest, I needed it inside her too!

We quickly rushed next door and she lay on the bed, her arms reaching for me. No doubts in my mind now, I loved her and I wanted her. She opened her legs and I climbed between then, leaning forward, planted my erection at her vagina and pushed forward.

A long, drawn out, "Ooooohhhhh fucking hell," was followed by, "Oh god I like that," as I filled her with a pretty stiff cock.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Oh fuck me Mike, I need you to fuck me." So I did. Long, deep strokes, shorts stabs, sideways, up and down but I couldn't last for long.

"God Kate. Fuck!! I love you." This last breathlessly as I began to fill her with spunk.

"Aaaaggghhh," she cried, "yes fill me with it. Oh god!" He legs came up and gripped me like a vice and her hands pulled my head down to her mouth where she almost devoured me. Her kisses were intense, powerful, and full of desire. I continued to fuck her right through both our orgasms enjoying the feeling of her body encompassing mine. God, just at that moment I wanted to fuck her forever. It was a moment of sublime pleasure as we connected absolutely in the joy of our combined orgasms.

As it ended I rolled sideways and lay for a moment then I became aware that she was crying. Lots of things were going on now and I was pretty scared myself. I rolled onto one arm and, looking down at her, caressed her cheek. "What is it Kate? Don't cry."

"Oh Mike, Mike, I'm so sorry. You saw. Oh god I'm sorry!" She flung her arms around me and sobbed on my shoulder. Another example of this vulnerability that I've found woman can show after a powerful orgasm.

"It's all right love, really. It's all right." I knew I had to tell her. "I liked it." She looked up in surprise, tears subsiding. "Now I'm sorry," I said softly, "but I have to be honest love. It excited me. Oh it did other things but, over all, I enjoyed seeing you like that," I had to be honest, "seeing you with his cock in your mouth." Saying this, being truthful, honest, I began to feel despair myself. What was this doing to me, to us.

"Oh bloody hell Kate, I'm confused. Kate, oh Kate I bloody love you – honestly. This doesn't change anything." I felt desperate now. How would she feel now I'd said this, told her I enjoyed seeing her with another man. Now she could see how this was affecting me and it calmed her.

"Did you, did you really? You didn't mind?"

"Oh heck Kate, I don't know how I felt when I came in. I was shocked, angry, excited, pleased . . ."

"Pleased?"

"Well, oh I don't know, not exactly pleased. Its difficult. It was what you wanted and you seemed to be happy and I want you to be happy. Then I started to think about him and you together, you know, properly and it excited me. Kate I don't know how to feel, all I know is that I'm scared and that I love you and can't stand the thought of losing you."

Now she was in command again, as she usually was when I started to have all these doubts. "Mike love, you won't ever lose me. I love you." She smiled sadly, "He wasn't you, you know. Oh hell it was exciting and I wanted him, still want him, but he's not you. You must understand love, no one will ever replace you. Anyway," she went on, "I made a decision in there with him." I raised my eyebrows. "Yes. Mike it was strange for me. I wanted him but I was scared of how you'd feel but it was so strong and you'd said OK. Now, oh love I don't know how I feel, a bit guilty I suppose. I decided that, if they don't want to go on, I don't want to do this any more. Swap that is, swing. Mike, it's too difficult, too dangerous. Feelings, emotions, all mixed up.

"I thought of you with Gina. Oh Mike, it's like you. I wanted to see it, to watch you with her. But I do like them both Mike," she smiled, "He was so nice, so considerate, apologetic."

"Apologetic?"

"Mmm." Then seriously, "Can I tell you Mike, is it OK to talk about it?"

I laughed, "Of course love, I'm interested to hear."

She pecked my cheek. "I undressed him first. He was hard Mike," she giggled girlishly, "he's not as long as you but a bit fatter. Then I took my blouse and skirt off. He couldn't take his eyes off me."

I laughed, "I'm not bloody surprised wearing that lot."

"Stop it beast," she said as I stroked her breasts through the bra, "let me tell you what happened then I want you again. Is that all right?"

I kissed her lips, "All right, of course it's all right. Mind you, don't take too long!"

She laughed and we were back in control again. "I said to him, 'do you like what you see?' and he could hardly speak then, as I went to touch him, he came. Oh Mike it was funny and it was sad." She laughed softly, "He sprayed it everywhere, there was loads. He just couldn't stop himself. Then he was nearly in tears, angry with himself for his failure, well failure as he saw it. He started to berate himself, you know, say he was useless, no good, couldn't satisfy a woman. All that sort of thing."

"It must be difficult though love. Us blokes do worry about not being able to keep our women satisfied," I laughed, "particularly ones as lovely as you and Gina." 

She laughed and stroked my cheek, "Flatterer! You are only after one thing!"

"True," I said with a laugh, "very true indeed. What happened then?" She looked uncertain. "No love, it's all right. Go on, I want to hear."

"Well, Joy said that there were two problems, one physical and one mental. Because it keeps happening his confidence is shot. He doesn't think he'll be able to hold on so he doesn't even try. That's the first problem. Joy reckons that's the most important. I had to try to show him that he could control himself with a little help at first and then, later, on his own.

"First I held him tight and kissed him, telling him how much I liked him regardless. Saying he'd be OK with a little practice. I made him lie on the bed then I blindfolded him. Joy said that helps to focus his mind on his own body not his partners. Mike, oh I'm sorry," she was sad again, "but . . . oh dear, I made love to him, kissed him, his body watching his cock all the time." She laughed, "He doesn't lack anything where stamina is concerned because he was hardening already. He's a bit like you in that respect," she added with sexy smile, "I don't think that Gina will ever be without!"

I laughed again, feeling much easier as she told me what happened. My hand wandered over her breasts as I said, "You, madam, are a sexy minx and, in a little while, you are going to get fucked!"

"Not before I suck some cock," she said with a smile and lick of her lips, "or before you make love to me. You do want to don't you," she added with a sexy pout. I made a grab for her, she knew the effect of a pout!

"No beast, wait," then sadly, "I need to tell you Mike. Please." I nodded with a smile. "As soon as he started to get hard I stopped him the way Joy and you showed me. He seemed really surprised that I could do that. But now he needed to cum again. Joy said to get him to cum a couple of times so the third would be less demanding. Mike, oh Mike love, I wanted to suck his cock, taste him, taste his cum." She looked away then, as I turned her head back, I could see tears forming again in her eyes.

I held her tight stroking her back and shushing her as she began to cry softly into my shoulder. Time now to stop and take stock.

"Kate love, Kate listen to me!" I pulled away, took her face gently in my hands, and stared into her eyes. "Kate you don't have to cry. Don't feel guilty. Kate I made love to Gina, wanted her, would have taken her had she been available. We can't do this if we have to suffer guilt all the time." She stopped crying and her eyes widened as I spoke. "Kate, I love you. Nothing, nothing on earth will ever change that. What you do, men, women, nothing. Kate love, I live for you, you must know that." I was bearing my soul to her because I didn't want her to feel guilty. I wanted her to be happy and part of that was what we were doing now.

"I know you want him. I don't mind," I smiled, "I want Gina. Love, we've gone this far and there is no turning back now. I like them love, like them both." Now she raised her eyebrows quizzically, regaining some of her poise. "No, silly, not like that. He's a nice guy and I think he'll be good for you. Gina's a lovely girl turning into a woman and I think she'll be good for me." I took a deep breath. "Kate love, I'm glad you said you didn't want to go on if this didn't work out." She looked surprised. "It's just, well with him it seems 'right' if that makes sense. Just now, well . . ." this was difficult, "just now it looked OK. You looked happy until you started to feel guilty. You mustn't love." I held her tight again. "We're going to do it sweetheart. If they want to we'll do the whole bit and we won't feel guilty. OK?"

She pulled away and smiled, "I love you beast," and kissed me. "No guilt then. I sucked him Mike sucked his cock like I do yours, like I'm going to do in a minute. He tasted different, I was surprised. Does Gina taste different from me?"

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "but I like yours better."

"And I like yours. There was loads of pre-cum Mike, tons, and I could taste his spunk from before." As she was saying this, quite bluntly, she was watching for any negative reaction but I wasn't bothered. In fact I was enjoying her telling me this.

"I sucked him for quite a while, poor man, but I wouldn't let him cum."

"I know the feeling," I said laughing, "he must have felt as if his balls were going to explode."

She laughed back, easy now after my words of support. "They did I think. He was moaning in the end and his balls were like rocks." She smiled, "I took him in Mike, sucked, and let him go." Her eyes met mine, "He filled my mouth love, filled it with his spunk."

I kissed her, "Just like I'm going to fill it later," I said with a lecherous smile.

She pouted outrageously, picking up my playful acceptance of her first mouthful of another man's cum (I didn't know about Geoff – I never asked and she never told me). "But I thought you were going to fuck me?"

"I am but I'm going to cum in your mouth – just like a porn film," I added with a smile. "I'll fuck you doggy then whip it out and you can spin round and suck the spunk for my cock, draining my balls!" You can see I was getting hot now. So could she – she could feel my erection.

"Ooohhh, yes please but I'll suck it first as well! Mike love, I swallowed it, swallowed it for me really; he couldn't see. You understand?" I nodded. "I felt so sorry for him and I wanted to . . . well reward him I suppose for doing this but I couldn't so I swallowed it and rewarded myself. Does that sound silly?"

"No," I said with a smile, "it sounds like my lovely wife Kate."

She smiled back, "Well, when it was all done this time, not quite so much, he softened a bit and I crawled up and kissed him with his spunk in my mouth. He must have tasted it but he didn't say anything, just kissed me back and held me. Oh Mike, he was so full of apologies, sorry for cumming again but it explained to him that I'd wanted him to, that it was nice, and that I had just swallowed his cum. He was so . . . grateful I suppose. He held me tight and we kissed again and, oh Mike, I wanted him then, wanted him badly you know."

"I know," I said, "I felt like that about Gina. One word and I would have. I think we like these two a lot love."

"Mmm, I think we do. Anyway, I told him I was going to suck him again before, you know . . ."

"He thought he was going to fuck you?"

"Mmm," she laughed, "quite flattering really because he was hard almost straight away. Oh my! Just like you," she added as she grabbed my cock tightly. "Ooohhh this feels good, just right!"

"Enough," I said with a laugh, "finish telling me." She pouted and let go.

"Beast!! I sucked him hard again with my hand holding him off then you came in. I was surprised, why I don't know because I knew you were coming in, then I was frightened. Scared of what you might think and feel. Then I was excited because you were seeing me with him." She was quiet again so I smiled, kissed her, and stroked her cheek. "But it's all right now, everything is all right."

With that she kissed me back and pushed my down on the bed, "Time to suck that lovely cock of yours." So she did maintaining one hand on sentry duty all the while!

She started by licking my erection up and down like a stick of rock before taking the head inside that warm, wet paradise of her mouth and sucking. "Oh shit Kate, bloody hell," was all I could manage as I thrust up into her.

"oonnt ooo are!" she mumbled around my cock continuing to wash the head with her tongue. Now she probed the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue, sucking all the while – gorgeous! She had this way of sucking only the head. She'd suck hard then blow, filling her cheeks with air. Doing this in quick succession, it feels like your cock is being masturbated by her mouth, not just sucked. I've 'taught' Miranda how to do it and she enjoys it almost as much as I do.

Kate was happy to do this for a while, her free hand either playing with my balls or wanking the rest of my cock. I just lay there in this nirvana of pleasure knowing she wouldn't let me cum. It seemed as close to heaven as one could get. After a while she changed to 'bite' mode. This meant gently nipping the whole length of my cock with her teeth, her tongue following behind. She did this from the base to the tip, concentrating here for a while, nipping all round the sensitive cockhead.

"Fucking hell Kate, that is good!"

She looked up and smiled, "I like your cock better than his," she said, "it fits better."

I laughed, "Everywhere?"

She pouted, "I don't know do I, I haven't had him everywhere yet." That last word conjured up images of him fucking her pussy and her arse and it excited me. She noticed and looked up.

"What is it?"

I smiled sadly, "I'm sorry love but that 'yet' made me think of him, you know . . ."

"No," she said innocently, teasing me of course.

"All right, made me think of him fucking you front and back!"

"That excites you?"

"Yes love, I'm sorry but it does."

"Good," she said with a smile, "because the idea of him doing it to me excites me as well." Then she added with a sexy smile, "Almost as much as the idea of me watching you fuck Gina in the front and back as well!"

Well, of course, the idea of that excited me as well and she noticed that. She did have hold of my cock after all.

"So you want to then?" she asked gently wanking me.

"Want to what?" I said playing her game.

She pouted, "You want to fuck Gina's pussy and arse?"

"Yes," I said with a smile, "but not as much as I want to fuck yours!"

"Good boy! You can fuck my pussy tonight but not my arse. Perhaps tomorrow night. Ooohhh," she said as my cock spasmed in her grip, "I can see that you like that idea! Now, back to sucking this lovely cock!"

So she did but now she concentrated on my balls sucking and licking each in turn before taking them gently into her mouth. Then her tongue lower, across my perineum to my anus. She didn't touch it then and that surprised me but I was in for a bigger surprise because, without warning, her mouth covered my cock and sucked, her hand wanked me, and she let go of the base. Surprised, I had no control and began to cum almost straight away. She let a couple of pulses go then clamped down again with her fingers.

"Bugger Kate," I said breathlessly, "hell that was good but it bloody hurts now!"

She looked up with my spunk dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She did this on purpose because she knew how much I liked seeing it.

"I wanted to taste you but I want you to be ready again. Can you?" she said after swallowing her present.

"Hell, Kate. I'll do my best. Now come here and let me kiss you."

"No, I haven't finished yet," and, with that, she bent her head to take my cock into her mouth again. Softer now, after my cum, the head was so, so sensitive.

"Bugger Kate, oh fuck," I managed to shout breathlessly. "God, be careful." She knew however, and she didn't suck at all, just washed the head in saliva with her soft tongue. Then she licked down the soft shaft and across my balls, then lower still. 

"Legs up," she said and I knew, with a frisson of excitement, what she was going to do. I did it to her often enough but she seldom did the same to me. I wasn't because she didn't like doing it, she did, but boy did it set me on fire. So she knew now, that just having cum, I'd probably be OK for a while. Her tongue slid past my balls and across that sensitive area below. Then she was there. I shivered as I felt her tongue tickle my anus and lick around the tight muscle.

"Oh fuck Kate, Kate. Jesus." Now she had found my arsehole and her tongue pressed for entry so I relaxed. It was, and is, an exquisite feeling when the woman you love's tongue enters your arse. She was enjoying herself now, fucking my arse with her tiny tongue. I was used to having attention paid to my arse by both Angela and mum, and Kate had continued that. After a while she lifted her head and her tongue was replaced by a finger that she pushed past the muscle.

"Do you like that?" she said as she gently finger fucked my arsehole, "do you want some more? Tomorrow you can have mine." Then a great big pout, "I wish I had a stiff cock for you. When we get home I think I'll treat you to a nice dildo and then you can fuck me with it inside. Is that all right?"

"Jesus Kate – careful or you won't get fucked tonight!"

"Better stop then hadn't I?" and she withdrew her finger, kissed my hardening cock, and lay beside me. "My turn now," she said with a pout, "make love to me."




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 05



With a growl I rolled over and looked down at her, "You are a sexy minx. Now turn over," I said in a gruff voice.

"You're not going to eat my arse are you, lick me there. Oh no, it's sooooo naughty. Are you really?" All this delivered in her 'ickle girl' voice with a finger crooked in the side of her mouth.

"Yes I am vixen. I'm going to lick your arse, stick my tongue inside, then one finger, then two, and I'm going to fuck you like that till you cum." 

"Two fingers, two whole fingers. I don't think that two fingers will go you know."

I took her hand and placed it on my cock, "Well that goes," I said with a smile, "so two fingers will!"

"Beast," she said with a laugh as she rolled face down. I always enjoyed looking at her like this and I began by stroking her back and bottom then down the backs of her legs to her knees.

"Ooohhh, I like that. Do it some more." So I did squeezing her bottom as I passed. Time to kiss! I started on the back of her neck, then shoulders down to the small of her back. Missing her bottom completely, just to tease, I moved to her knees, kissing and licking back up. Easing her legs apart, I knelt in between and kneaded her bottom cheeks before biting them gently.

"Oh Mike love, don't tease. I want to feel you there!"

I wanted that too so now I licked from the base of her spine down through the valley between her cheeks right down to the rear of her pussy, wet now as she enjoyed my attention. Back and forth I licked lingering now and then on her anus before finally settling there to probe her tight opening. Now she was breathing heavily and pushing back at me so I licked around the sphincter before pushing my tongue into her, opening the ring of her arse. She sighed and an orgasm shuddered across her body. Whilst not quite so sensitive there as mum, Kate could still cum from anal stimulation – and she enjoyed it. Through her orgasm I fucked her arse with my tongue, getting a little deeper each time. As she finished she turned underneath me and I was faced with her lovely pussy, lips wet and swollen. I dived in again covering her sex with my mouth and sucking, tasting her juices and noticing the difference between her and Gina.

My tongue was working overtime by now, pushing as far as it could inside her. "Mike, Mike, fuck me now, please. I want to feel you in me again."

I raised my head and smiled, licking my lips as I did so, "You taste nice. How do you want it?"

"Can I sit on you, please, pretty please?"

My answer was to roll onto my back, "All yours," I said with a laugh, "climb aboard." She laughed back and straddled my hips.

"Mmm," she said with her sexy smile, "I like riding you." Then she lowered herself slowly down on my cock.

All I could manage was a loud, "Kate!!!" as my cock found itself embedded in it's warm home between her legs. Kate responded with a loud and long, "Aaaaggggghhh, oh yes, yes, yes," as she impaled herself on me. Taking me right inside she started to bounce up and down before leaning forward and covering my mouth with hers. She always enjoyed this position, it seemed to bring out the harlot in her, enable her to let herself go. I've found that with a lot of women who like being 'on top'. As she tried to eat me her bottom began it's circle of movement bending JT this way and that – very enjoyable. Soon she was bouncing faster and harder, her orgasm almost there, and she sat up, throwing her head back and shouting my name.

"Oh Mike, Mike, yes, yes, yes, yes," over and over again as I felt her liquid wash across my loins. I rarely cum in this position, another male thing I suspect, but I did enjoy both the feelings and the sight of Kate in the throes of orgasm. Indeed I still enjoy watching Miranda let herself go like this.

Kate's orgasm diminished and she leant forward to kiss me tenderly. "That was nice. Don't take it out yet, let's change. I want to keep you in me for ever!"

"I wish it was possible," I said with a smile as I kissed her back, "but the male curse . . .!"

"I know," she said laughing, "bloody nuisance really!" and she rolled sideways so we lay facing each other. "I suppose I'll just have to make do. Oh yes, do that!" I'd started to gently fuck her like this and now she lifted her leg to give me more chance to get deeper inside her. After a little while like this I moved over her and she pulled her top leg up to her chest. I could straddle one leg now and fuck her 'sideways'. She always liked this as well. "Mmm, that's good. I like that. Your cock feels different this way." I quite like this as well because it does feel different but it's neither one thing nor the other so after a period of gentle fucking I leant forward and whispered, "Doggy?" 

This always excited Kate. For some reason, straight sex 'doggy' brought out the 'bitch' in her. She smiled sexily back at me, "You want me to be your bitch do you?"

"I want to fuck you. Do you want my cock like that?"

"Mmm, yes. Be a dog, fuck me like a dog fucks a bitch. Don't take it out!!" She said as I made to move, "We'll manage!" and we did, ending up in the classic position. Now readers will know I like this position because I'm in control and now I controlled her. 

"Oh yes, yes. Pull me on," she said as I grabbed her hips and worked her on my cock. "Harder you dog, harder, harder. Fuck yes." I was driving deep inside her now, pulling her on to my cock with each forward drive, burying my cock in her willing vagina. This went on for quite a while. Because of my earlier cums I was able to keep going. I fucked her deep then shallow, teasing her pussy with just the head of my cock. Then I moved side to side and up and down, enjoying the different sensations on my cock. Finally I leant forward and passed one arm underneath her body holding her still while my hips played their tattoo on her bottom.

"Kiss!!" I demanded and she turned her head, smiled, and we kissed. A passionate, strong kiss with tongues probing, pushing. I couldn't take much of this and, before long, I was ready to cum.

"Soon Kate, soon I'm going to cum in your body, fill you."

"No, no," she said passionately, "I want to taste you again. You said I could."

"Now then Kate. Oh fuck." She spun round quickly just like in the adult movies, grabbed my cock, and sucked the head into her mouth. Wanking me hard, sucking and licking caused an almost immediate explosion of cum. A fantastic feeling as she sucked the spunk from my orgasming cock. As each pulse was sent racing along it's path she sucked in time. It's an excruciatingly marvellous feeling that's almost painful. It caused me to lose myself a bit as my hands came up and grabbed Kate's head and pulled her on to my cock even more. For a few moments I fucked her face hard as she milked my cock with her mouth and hands.

Then I was finished. She pulled away and knelt up showing me a mouthful of spunk with tiny dribbles from the side of her mouth. Her tongue worked the creamy mass around then, with a smile, she swallowed the lot. I reached and kissed her spunk covered lips and gently pushed my tongue inside tasting myself.

"I love you!" I said with a soft smile.

"I love you!" she returned, "and you do taste nicer than him!"

I laughed and we rolled on the bed together. We lay in each others arms for a while, sticky and sweaty, until Kate suggested we shower. Using the one in the bedroom meant singly so we quickly did that. Then we stepped out onto the balcony to look over the lake with the moon shining across it before bed and cuddling up to each other then falling into a soft, dreamless sleep.


Chapter 31:The next day 

Some discussion of various aspects of sex – no actual.

We hadn't closed the curtains or windows before we went to sleep so I was woken by the sounds of nature and the light shining through the window. Kate lay there, still asleep, her mouth pursed looking as beautiful as ever. I bent and kissed her cheek. This woke her so she reached up and pulled me to her, kissing my mouth.

"Mmm, I like to be woken up like that," she murmured through the kiss. We did this for a while, kissed and cuddled. I wasn't hard, no 'piss proud' this morning and Kate, unusually, didn't seem interested in sex, just a gentle togetherness after a night of momentous and enjoyable sex.

"Last night was real wasn't it," she said sleepily, "it seems like a dream now. Toni, you bringing Gina in, then afterwards."

I smiled, "Yes love, it was real. We'll find out how they feel today."

"I want to stay for a while Mike. It's so, oh I don't know, it seems silly and girlish to say it but it is, so romantic here. Last night, the lake, the moon. Can we get a place here. It'd be so nice to spend time here. Quiet, peaceful," then she added with her lovely smile, "romantic and sexy."

"Mmm," I said thoughtfully, "I like that idea but look, if we stay and, oh you know," she elbowed me playfully, "you know, if they want to swap, I could talk to Toni about this place. It's lovely but it needs a bit of investment, perhaps enlarging a bit. What about that?"

"Mmm, I like that idea. It's such a nice position isn't it. Now I suppose we'd better get up . . ." 

"Too tired . . .?" I asked with a lecherous smile.

"Mmm," she said lazily then added in a deep, throaty voice, "but tonight you can have my arse. . .!" and slipped into her dressing gown. Before I could get up there was a knock on the bedroom door. Kate looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I nodded so she called out, "Come in."

The door opened slowly and Toni poked his head inside, "May we come in?"

"Of course," I said jumping out of bed and donning my dressing gown, "come on in."

So Toni, rather tentatively, followed by a more confident Gina came into our bedroom holding hands. "We wanted to say thank you," he said,

"Yes, thank you Mike, and Kate a special thank you," Gina added as she crossed and kissed Kate on the cheek.

"It was OK was it," Kate asked with a smile.

Gina's turn to smile now, "Mmm, yes it was OK, wasn't it Toni?"

He blushed but there was pride on his face as he nodded, "I never thought to do that," he said with a sad smile, "but you, you two . . . How to say thank you I don't know. To you Mike for, oh you know, for letting Kate . . ."

I laughed, "I'm pleased it worked out OK. I must say Toni that Gina looks particularly happy this morning!"

This made Gina blush even more and Kate dig me in the ribs, "Stop teasing Mike. Now Gina, how many times? Whisper. Three!!" she burst out, "Three more after . . . Goodness me!" She looked at Toni who blushed even deeper. "Mike, darling, I can see that we've got something of a stallion here!"

Time to move on I thought, see how the land lies. "He'll need to be if he has to take care of you two sexy vixens," I said looking him in the eye. Well, neither he nor Gina were slow or stupid and they both knew what I was asking.

"We would like you to stay," said Gina looking first at Toni then at Kate and I, "and to talk about . . . you know. It was wonderful for us last night. For the first time," she squeezed his hand, "and, errrm, we need to think, to talk but we want you to stay. Please!"

Kate looked at me and I nodded so she smiled at them both and said, "Of course we'd like to stay," then she added softly, "and carry on."

Gina and Toni looked at each other and I could see that they hadn't really thought about what was going to happen if we did stay so I piped up and said, "We can talk about the future over today. Now let's get dressed and get some breakfast. I don't know about you Toni but I had a very hard time last night and I need to be fed!"

Kate laughed, realising what I was doing, "You had a hard night! What do you think I was doing?"

"You my darling," I said with a smile as I caressed her cheek, "were getting fucked!" 

"Oh," said Kate in mock surprise, "yes I was. And very nice it was too. What about you Gina, did you get fucked as well. Oh yes, of course you did, you told me. Three more times! Well!" 

I could see Toni and Gina watching this exchange and being somewhat shocked at the way we carried on but Kate and I always had a playful way with sex; we always tried to keep things fun above all.

"Come on Toni," I said grabbing his arm, "let's you and I go and get some breakfast and leave these two minxes to discuss our performance!" He smiled uncertainly then with a nod to Kate and Gina, allowed himself to be guided downstairs to the kitchen. He was quiet on the way down to the kitchen but when we got there he turned and spoke.

"Mike, I don't know what to say about last night. It was fantastic, wonderful and it was thanks to Kate. To Kate and you for letting her do that. Mike," he was pretty intense now, "I have difficulty. I love Gina so much, now I can . . . you know, I love her even more and I want her again and again but . . . this is difficult. I want Kate as well. I am sorry!"

I laughed to calm him down. "Toni, I want her as well and I can understand any man wanting her."

"I know but . . . Look, what you did last night for us both was wonderful but I don't know if I can let Gina go with you. I'm sorry but what I felt for her last night . . . Well you know it has been seven months and I have not been able . . . you know. Last night! I didn't realise anything could feel so . . . so marvellous."

"Toni, friend, amico, I understand how you feel. For me it's all up to Kate. She wants you, you know." He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Oh yes, she wants you all right." I took a deep breath, "And I want to see it."

"You want to . . .?"

"Yes. I can't explain it myself. Seeing her with you last night then seeing Gina and you I realised that I enjoyed watching. Then I thought of you and Kate, of watching you together. We talked about it," I laughed, "between 'bouts' (I had to explain that!). She wanted that as well and," I held his arm, "she wanted to watch me with Gina." 

He looked unhappy. "Toni," I said, "you must talk it over with Gina. In the end it'll probably be them that decide." I laughed, "Us males, we think we're in control but we're not really. Look, spend time with Gina today, sleep with her tonight," I laughed, "or rather don't sleep with her tonight, talk things over. You don't have to rush anything. Kate and me will stay for as long as you'll allow us. This is a lovely place."

"Thank you Mike. I will talk with Gina."

"Good. I'll take Kate on to the lake today so you can," I smiled, "be alone with Gina!"

"And for what?" I heard as Kate came in the kitchen.

"Be alone with Gina," I repeated laughing. "Kate love, Toni has asked us to stay for a while."

"I know, Gina and I have been talking about it. We will won't we?"

"Yes," I said with a smile, "but today we're going out onto the lake together. I think Toni and Gina can find something else to do. Yes?" 

Toni smiled and reached for Gina, "Yes," he said with a smile, "we can," then quietly he added, "and we must talk about the future."

She looked up at him with adoring eyes, "Yes my love, we must." The way she said it seemed to me to indicate that she'd already made up her mind!

"Oh dear, come on you two lovebirds, I'm bloody hungry," Kate said with a laugh. So we prepared and ate a hearty breakfast in the continental manner before dressing. The banter over the table was easier as the coming day and night had been planned, all the possible tension about the future put off really until Monday.

After breakfast we went back to our rooms to dress. "Well?" I said to Kate.

"Well what?" she answered with a sly smile.

"Come on, you and Gina had all of ten minutes alone. I know you and I can read her too. She's already made up her mind hasn't she?"

"You don't mind do you? Pretty please!" She was doing it again. Little girl voice, great big pout, and wide eyes.

"You madam, are a houri, a minx, and a she devil all mixed up in one," I said with a laugh then swept her into my arms.

"Beast," she said with a smile, "my beast. Yes she has. She wants you, you know." I raised my eyebrows. "Mmm. She says you deserve her."

"Deserve her?"

"Well," Kate said pensively, "she feels that she should reward you for letting me go, well at least deal with, Toni."

"Is that all?"

"Oh you men and your ego," she said with a smile, "no it isn't all. She's a bit like me I suppose only she hasn't any experience at all and she wants to learn. She wants us to teach them both." She laughed, "She especially wants you to teach Toni how to 'make love to her'."

"I think we'll both have to do that." I held her. "You want to then?"

"Mmm, I do. Do you?"

"Yes," I held her close. "Oh Kate! The ideas, the pictures in my mind. You, him, me, Gina but I think we have to give them time love, especially Toni." I smiled at her, "He wants you badly but he's confused about how he feels. I think they need today and tonight to sort it out. Anyway," I said with a lecherous smile, "you said I could have your arse tonight didn't you and I don't think they're ready for that just yet."

"No, probably not," she said with a seductive smile, "but we can teach them." That got me to thinking about Gina's tiny little back door which led me on to thinking about Kate taking Toni's cock in her arse and that led me on to thinking about taking her arse while Toni took her pussy. This led to JT increasing rapidly in size and me pulling Kate close but I didn't like my thoughts just then and she noticed, seeing the emotions imprinted on my face.

"What is it love?"

"I'm not sure I should be thinking what I was thinking just then."

"Tell me."

"Oh Kate . . ."

"Tell me. I won't mind. Please." She could sense my tension, my uncertainty.

"When you said that I just thought about taking Gina there. She was so tiny then I thought of Toni and you . . . you know, him taking your arse." She smiled. "Then, oh Kate, then I thought of me taking you there while you were on Toni. You taking us both at the same time. Kate love, I'm sorry."

She smiled and she looked sad, "You don't have to be love because that's what I want. I want all three of you to make love to me at the same time." She was intense now, "I want you inside me, in my arse filling me, and I want Toni in my pussy, deep inside, and I want to eat Gina's pussy at the same time. I want us to do that to her." She took a deep breath. "I want us both to make love to you at the same time, then to Toni. Oh Mike I want to do all those things we've seen that two couples can do together. I need to be honest love, I mustn't hide things from you, but that's what I've really wanted. To find a couple we could do that with. Do all those things."

"Oh love, yes! I'm having those thoughts too. To do all those things with you, with him, with Gina. I never had them before but here, those two . . ." I held her tight and, I must admit, wanted to throw her on the bed. She must have felt my desire.

"Well, beast," she said smiling now, "we don't know whether that will happen so wait and see. No!" she carried on with a laugh as my hands ran across her bottom, "no! Not now," then throatily, "tonight. I'll wear something nice for you then you can fuck me. Ooohhh," she said with a sudden thought, "fuck me on the balcony, in the open. Then, if you're a really good beast, you can fuck my arse. Would you like that?"

I laughed and kissed her, "Well, I suppose I could take it or leave it!"

"Beast!!" she laughed back as she playfully boxed my ears. She knew full well that I would take it!

"Come on love, let's go out and leave those two lovebirds to discover more of themselves." So we dressed and left, calling good bye to Gina and Toni who were still in the kitchen. We spent a lovely day on the lake visiting the islands and having a lovely lunch. I have always felt that it's such a beautiful part of Italy and, although it is a popular tourist resort, it doesn't seem to have lost it's charm and become over commercial.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 05



We got back about 5 o'clock to find Gina and Toni sunbathing on the terrace. Gina was wearing a very revealing bikini that showed off her figure to perfection. She stood when we came out onto the terrace and said to Kate, "Did you have a nice day?"

"Mmm," said Kate with a smile, "what about you?"

"Yes," said Gina answering her smile, "yes we did, didn't we Toni?" He sat up and smiled shyly, nodding in agreement. We sat down with them for a while and chatted about our day before Kate said, "I think I'll shower before dinner. Shall we get it Gina?"

"Mmm, yes. Can I join you?" she looked at Toni as she said this, then me. It was pretty obvious what she was asking so I just nodded quickly and said, "Why don't you two do that and you could drop a bottle of wine out here before you go."

"Beast," Kate said with a laugh, "you are pushing your luck!"

"That's not too much to ask is it Toni?"

He laughed back, "No, I think that's fine . . . and don't forget the glasses!" They both kissed us both then tripped off together. Kate did drop a bottle of wine and two glasses out to us with a rich laugh before they went upstairs.

We sat quiet for a while before Toni said, "They will, you know, I expect."

"Yes, they will." I laughed, "I suppose they have to put up with our male problem don't they!"

"Yes," he said, "they do. Mike," he continued pensively, "you know about women don't you?"

I laughed, "Well, I've 'known' quite a few but I don't think there's a man alive who would be foolish enough to say he 'knew' about women. They're the most difficult thing on the planet to understand."

He laughed back, "Yes, I'm finding that out. I mean about, you know, sex."

"Well yes, I know a bit about that."

"Errm, this is difficult Mike . . ."

I sat up and turned to him, "Toni, amico, friend, one of the things I have learned is not to be afraid to talk about sex, especially with the woman you love – even more so I think. Kate and I talk about sex, talk about what we do with each other, what we like, how to please. If we do stay here with you and if you do make love to Kate you, and Gina, will need to understand that and feel free to talk about things. Basically, you can say what you like to me, to Kate. Gina said she wants us to teach you about sex, well don't be afraid to ask," I ended with an open smile.

He smiled back, "Yes, I understand, but it is difficult at the start. I am not experienced."

"No but that doesn't matter just ask!"

"It's about afterwards, you know, after we . . . cum you say. There is a time when we cannot any more."

I laughed, "Yes, the male curse as Kate calls it."

"Well last night Gina was, oh how shall I say it, Gina was not finished. Is that right, she wanted to . . . do more but I, well I couldn't."

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "that can be a problem but there are ways round that." He raised his eyebrows. "You have a mouth don't you," he looked shocked, "and a tongue? You have hands and fingers. You look surprised. Toni, I've found that women can go on far longer than us mere males." I laughed, "They can drain us and still want more so, if you love your woman, you have to continue to make love to her afterwards. It's a common thing for me to carry on making love to Kate after I've cum. I might use my tongue, my fingers, or some toys." Now he really looked shocked.

"Toys?"

"Yes toys."

"But . . . but . . ."

"Don't worry about it now Toni, all will become clear in time." I laughed, "better to learn to walk before beginning to run!"

He smiled back, "Yes I suppose so." Then his mood changed, "You will stay for a few days. I have cancelled everything until Thursday, can you stay. We talked today and we will talk tonight . . ."

"Amongst other things?" I interrupted.

He laughed, "Yes, amongst other things. Mike I am sorry to be, I don't know, difficult but we . . . I must be certain."

"I know," I said seriously, "I know and I understand. It's new for you, a big decision and you should be sure that you make the right one and for the right reasons." I looked around, "It's lovely here Toni and Kate and me are enjoying ourselves. I'll make a few phone calls in the morning and we'll fly back early on Thursday."

"Good, thank you," he said seeming relieved. I suspected he was feeling some pressure from Gina who, I was sure, had already made up her mind.

We chatted about this and that for a while, particularly about the villa, and he told me it had cleaned him out to buy it. He knew it was a bit run down, need re-furnishing, etc., but he was happy with it and Gina loved the location. I didn't raise the issue of helping him with the work that needed doing, I thought I'd leave that for later. 

Kate and Gina came down after about 45 minutes and they both looked radiant. I've said, haven't I, how I thought that time with mum made Kate sexier afterwards and I think it was the same with Gina, and for Gina as well.

"We're going to start dinner you two lazybones. Why don't you shower and get dressed," said Kate with a sexy smile.

"Come on Toni, let's do as we're told!"

Dinner was another slow affair. Kate was a good cook, she enjoyed trying out new recipes, and Gina had been taught well by her mother so the meal was pretty good. I didn't drink much for obvious reasons because, for most of the meal, both women were making it pretty obvious what was for 'afters'. Toni and I sent the girls into the lounge while we cleared up (first thing I'd get would be a dishwasher!!!) then made some coffee and took it in.

Because everything was settled there was a fairly easy atmosphere that evening although I do think they'd been discussing a few things before we got into the lounge because Kate made a point of being her most provocative; lots of lip licking, heavy eyes, and the odd pout when I said something she could take with a double meaning. After half an hour I was ready to drag her to bed and fuck the arse off her, and she knew it. 

Another chapter ends! Please vote and comment – PLEASE!! More follows soon.



The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 06



WOW!! Seems I've upset some readers! So a short response as several are the ubiquitous 'anonymous'. Three points. The first reiterating the intro to Pt.1 – this is F A N T A S Y. Secondly, it is written because I enjoy writing it – I share it in the hope it will please (obviously wrong!). The stories are on an erotic story website – what do you readers expect - there aren't many 'functional' families found here! I can also assure all readers that my stories will be submitted for neither the Pulitzer nor Whitbread prizes! 

Lastly and, for me the most important, concerns the way the story developed. This seems to have hit a nerve. So – a rant! The swinging was developed for two reasons. First: to examine how it might affect Mike and Kate (I've never done it so I was making it up as I went along – fantasy remember!). Second: as this is an EROTIC story I wanted to develop more sexual avenues to explore, threes and fours, etc. 

Now the crux of the complaints which, frankly, surprise me. Mike as a 'wimp' because he 'allows' (a man doesn't own a woman) her to explore her sexuality with another man? I don't think so! And don't forget that, whilst Kate is with Toni, Mike is with Gina. It's OK for him is it to screw other women but his wife other men? Do I detect a whiff of hypocrisy here and a fairly good helping of double standards? Oh, by the way, a whore is a prostitute (look up the definition) or a promiscuous woman. Kate has had three men in her life and has never sold her body so she is neither. Frankly, the use of such a term says more about the users attitude to women than about Kate!

Rant over! Here is Part 6 of 'Kate'. Quite short – just that next night at the villa (which is quite interesting) and then back home. Mark it how you will. I used to worry about low marks but now I just hope that those of you who do appreciate the story will continue to do so and see it in the context in which it is written. I will finish this and I will post it but it's slowing down at present because of other pressures. Not to mention the fact that, although I welcome all feedback, that of a negative nature does tend to make one less inclined to post stories – but that is a risk we take when we allow them.

Chapter 32 *That Night

Oral/Straight/Oral/Anal/Shower play

Finally she smiled seductively at me then turned to Gina and Toni, "I think I'm going to have to take him to bed. Come on darling, time for some fun." I think the situation affected us both really. The potential for some very exciting combinations, the villa, the summer, and the weather all came together on those first days to heighten our sexual drive. She stood, took my hand and dragged me upstairs, kissing me on the way and, I noticed, swaying her arse back and forth especially for Toni. 

I showed her into the bedroom and smacked her arse gently, "Showing your arse off to Toni were you," I said with a laugh.

"Mmm, do you mind?"

"No, not really as long as I can watch as well."

"What," she said laughing but noting my reply as well, "watch my arse or watch him taking it?"

"Come here minx," I said gruffly because I wanted her, "both" and I held her close, running my hands across her wonderful bottom cheeks. She responded by grabbing my head and planting a forthright kiss on my lips.

"Fuck I want you. You don't need to shower. I've got something special for you tonight. Wait on the balcony," she added, "it's a lovely night." Off she went to shower in the tiny cubicle while I undressed and slipped on one of our silk dressing gowns then went out onto the balcony. It was a lovely night. The lake was dead calm like a giant mirror reflecting the light from an almost full moon and the stars twinkled on the water. This high up there was a slight breeze that just, only just, rustled the leaves and I could hear the night chorus of various insects, cicadas and the like. With delight I noticed the odd firefly trying desperately to attract a mate and I realised how exceptionally lucky I was to be alive. I was standing there sinking into this lovely reverie for quite some time while Kate got ready and I was almost surprised by her tap on my shoulder. I turned and looked at her, moonlight on her face and the light from our room behind. Her face was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen! Then I looked down! 

She had found something special!

I'll start at the top. She was wearing her hair somewhat 'wild' tonight. Not untidy, not un-brushed, but wild. She told me it took longer to get it like this than to wear it as usual. I liked it. It gave her a sort of unbridled look, as if anything were possible. She was wearing just a touch more make-up than usual as well, heavier eye shadow and dark red lipstick. This was a sort of sign, I knew, that she felt more wanton, uninhibited; tonight would be a wild ride!

Now, what she was wearing? WOW! A full bodice, a basque I think it's called, covering her breasts right down to her tummy button where the material tapered to a point just above her pussy. The material itself was a brilliant white shiny fabric, satin I think, that was cool to the touch and incredibly sexy next to my skin.

Attached to this bodice were thin white suspenders holding up white lace stockings that finished mid-thigh. The 'V' of her sex was covered by the tiny triangle of the material of her knickers, worn over the suspenders of course, the rest of which consisted of little more than thin string.

Wearing three inch platform shoes made her almost as tall as me and the whole thing was finished off by silk gloves that reached mid way between elbow and shoulder.

She looked . . . bloody fantastic. I was unable to speak for a few moments. The whole effect was increased tenfold by the subtle light of the moon shining on the white material. It gave her an ethereal, ghostly, quality that was almost overwhelming.

"Oh Kate, Kate my darling. You look, oh god, you look like an angel."

She stroked my cheek, "It's for you love, only for you." I held her tight to me. No sexual feelings here despite her dress and the situation, just a feeling of love, of happiness, and of belonging. Belonging to her, being for her. Then she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my lips to hers. It was a wonderful kiss, full of love, of desire tempered by that love. Her kisses moved then, to my cheek, my eyes, then my neck. Her hands reached down and loosed my gown and slipped it off my shoulders.

"You're beautiful too. I love you." Then she kissed me and boy did she kiss. She seemed to want to feel me, touch me, as if to ensure I was 'real'. After my lips her mouth moved to my cheek then my neck and then shoulder. All the while her hands were running over my body, down my back to my hips then across my bottom. Not squeezing, almost not sexual, but possessive. Every now and then she would stop kissing or licking and just whisper in my ear. "I love you. Your body is mine. It's wonderful." Words like that. She didn't touch my cock at all but, of course, this gentle caressing was having the obvious effect on JT who was beginning to get very interested indeed.

She wouldn't let me touch her either. Every time I reached for her she said, "No, in a minute. I want to feel you, touch you. You're mine you know," she said with a smile, "all mine!" The way she said it, well it made me feel, how can I say without seeming stupid, important. But then that's not really the word, valued, wanted, needed. I don't know how long she did this for but, finally, she pulled back and smiled.

"Your turn now. Let's stay out here, please."

I nodded and now I kissed her, following the same route across her neck and shoulders down to her breasts where the nipples, erect now, were only just showing. I like this sort of underwear but it does have one major disadvantage, it covers things up, but I made do! I kissed the top of her breasts right round and under her arms before sinking to my knees before her. She normally felt the same way as I did about kneeling in front but I looked up and put my finger to my lips telling her I wanted to do this.

I ran my hands down across waist and hips catching the knickers as I did so and pulling them over her thighs. I noticed she was pretty wet already and I cold smell the heat of her arousal. She was still as I eased the knickers completely off, lifting her foot to do so, but there were tiny movements of her hips towards my face, level with her pussy, and I knew what she wanted. I was going to make her wait a while, however, so, easing her feet apart, I started kissing the inside of her legs from knee to crotch then down again. Her hips began a slow, sultry movement then and her knees bent slightly.

"Don't tease darling, please."

Well, I didn't want to tease any more so I just looked up at her, smiled, then dived into her lovely pussy. Always more difficult to get at like this, Kate's sex was right between her legs unlike some women who have their vaginas more front facing. It is amazing, isn't it, how different such a simple thing can be. I nibbled away for a while, using my tongue to tease her clit then bending right between her legs to suck her juices which were now flowing freely. She didn't take much of this!

"Oh shit Mike, I want you inside me. Sit on the bloody chair, I'll sit on you."

I stood, smiled, and said with an exaggerated bow and a smile "Your wish is my command oh princess," then turned and sat on one of the small chairs on the veranda. Luckily it wasn't too difficult to just slide forward a bit so she could straddle my hips. She reached down and held my cock tightly upright then found the head with her pussy before settling slowly down. My cockhead was engulfed in a warm, wet paradise as the silky smooth walls of her vagina gently caressed me. 

"Oh fuck Kate, that is marvellous."

"Mmm, it is good isn't it," she said smiling down at me seductively. "Want some more?"

"Silly question!"

"Mmm, suppose it is," and she settled further down. "Oh bugger, that is fucking good. All the way now," and she did, she took me all inside. I had to thrust upwards into her then which resulted in a loud yelp and, "Oh you bugger!! Yes, yes, yes, do that."

Now she was bouncing and, but for the uncomfortable position I found myself in, I would have cum. Of that I am sure because she was squirming about like jellyfish, grinding her hips down on me, rocking back and forth and side to side. She kept up a constant barrage of noise, moans, incoherent words, little yelps as her movements triggered a squeeze of her clit. I think she was in almost constant orgasm. A women like this is quite an impressive sight, a bit frightening as well to be honest.

Suddenly she raised her head, "Move love! I want you to fuck me while I look at the lake." She got up and positioned herself leaning forward over the balcony wall with her bottom sticking out. I stood then suddenly felt as if we weren't alone. Looking to the other balcony I saw Gina and Toni quietly watching us. Kate knew because she was looking at them as well as back at me. How long they'd been there I don't know.

"Fuck me Mike, I want you to fuck me. Put your cock inside me, deep, hard. Now, please!" This was a bit more verbal than Kate usually was so I assumed it was for them and, I must admit, I did feel excited at the thought of them watching me fuck Kate. JT was rabid, as hard as iron so I moved behind her and found her pussy with my cock.

"Oh bloody hell yes, fuck me! Fuck me now!" So I did, driving forward deep inside her in one go. She looked sideways, as did I, to see how Gina and Toni would take this. They seemed fascinated as I banged away at Kate's pussy. I could hear my hips hitting her thighs with a soft slap and I drove in even harder.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I going to cum you beast. You're making me cuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!"

"Oh god Kate. Aaaaggggghhhh," was my response as her gripping vagina caused my first ejaculation of the evening. I held her hips tightly and pushed hard inside her, jetting spunk on each deep thrust. I like being watched, I thought to myself, and I turned to the two youngsters and smiled. Kate wasn't finished however, she had more to show them.

She straightened up causing my cock to slip from her pussy then she turned and knelt. Putting a finger to her lips, a smile, and a slight shake of the head told me this was for them so I said nothing as she looked up at me.

"Ooohhh this is a lovely cock. I want to suck it. Do you want me to?" Well she didn't wait for an answer, just grabbed my softening cock and covered the head with her mouth.

"Fuck Kate, oh Kate!" She knew, of course, that my cock would be very sensitive after my cum so she was thoughtful – she didn't suck too hard!. She must have spent five minutes working my cock, ensuring it didn't go too soft, playing with my balls all the while casting glances at Gina and Toni who had remained quiet throughout this exhibition. I'd glanced at them a couple of times and saw they were fascinated by what was going on. I was pretty excited as well!

I suppose Kate must have figured they'd seen enough because she stood and whispered, loud enough for them to hear I might add, "Come on, I want you to fuck me some more!", and, with a lovely smile at the other balcony, took my hand and dragged me inside.

"Oh god Mike, that was so bloody exciting," she said then she must have realised that she'd forgotten about me. "Oh love, I'm sorry, I got carried away."

I smiled and held her tight, "No sweetheart, you got fucked then you carried me away!"

"You didn't mind?"

"No. It was quite exciting wasn't it?" I said caressing her bottom cheeks.

"Bloody hell Mike, I never realised that being watched could be like that."

I laughed, "I think we both enjoyed it. I wonder what they thought?"

She laughed back, "Well, they didn't say anything and they kept watching so I suppose they enjoyed it as well. I'll find out tomorrow from Gina. Now," she said firmly as she took hold of my cock, "that feels nice and hard again. How about you fuck me properly then you take my arse?"

I growled and pulled her close, "Minx!" I said laughing as I gently lowered her to the bed. She fell backwards with a laugh and lay there with her legs open looking up at me.

"Come on beast, stick that big tool in my tool-box!"

I couldn't stop laughing then, "'Tool in your tool-box'? Where did that come from?"

"I just thought it up," she said with a pout which was followed by and extreme poking out of her tongue. "Why, don't you want to put your tool away?"

"Down devil woman," I said with a laugh and knelt between her legs. Taking my cock in hand I wiped the head up and down over her very wet pussy then down across her perineum to her anus.

"Naughty boy," she said with a laugh, "that box is for later."

"And a very tempting box it is as well," I laughed, "that this tool will fit in exactly."

"Beast! Come here and kiss me." So I did and, at the same time, pushed my 'tool' into her delightful 'box', very wet now with her juices and my previous cum.

"Oh fuck that is bloody goooooooood," she said as her mouth found mine. Then, "Don't you dare cum yet. I want to feel you for a while. Now fuck me nice and slow. Oh yes, that's it, oh! Slow!"

I was! Gently moving inside her enjoying the silky clasp of her vaginal walls as my cock slid back and forth. Her legs came up to hold me tightly to her but I still managed to continue small, fucking, movements. Then side to side and up and down easing my cock inside her at a different angle.

"Oh love, that's nice. Don't stop, please." She was shuddering now and I could feel her pussy gripping me even tighter as her orgasm took hold. Her legs gripped me tight and I enjoyed feeling the lace stockings on my buttocks. Her hand pulled my lips to hers and they met in a powerful kiss. Fingers ran through my hair as she held me tight and moaned into my mouth.

"If you cum now, and fill me at the front with another dose of that lovely white medicine, can you do some more," she said as our lips parted and she smiled up at me. I nodded hopefully. "I love your cum inside me, filling me. Then I want some up my arse," she smiled and stroked my cheek, "will that be OK beast. My beast, my stud, my stallion. Mine, all mine." It was strange, this possessiveness. She'd not shown this before in previous years and I wondered if it was a result of sharing, swinging. She seemed to be treating me as her possession to dispose of. Oh don't get me wrong, I didn't mind. As far as I was concerned, I was hers; hers totally and completely.

"Good," I said smiling down at her, "I like being yours. Soon," I continued breathlessly, "soon darling." I managed to break the tight hold of her legs and began to move again, pushing deep inside and letting myself experience the pleasure of her body. It didn't take long for me to reach that height and feel the cum pulsing along my cock and spurting into her.

"Oh my god Kate," was all I could manage as I tried to push each pulse even deeper inside her. She knew, of course, feeling the pulses along my cock, and that brought her to another high. The muscles of her vagina milked my cock, draining even more spunk, and it began to soften under this assault from her body. I slipped sideways off her and lay on my back. This was to be a long night however, because she was nowhere near finished yet!

"That was lovely," she said breathlessly as she leant her head on one elbow and looked down at me. "You look tired," she said with a sexy smile, "I do so hope you're not tooooo tired," and her hand crept across my chest, my tummy, and then to my, by now, fairly limp, dick. "Oh dear," she said petulantly and with and enormous pout, "it looks like he's gone to sleep. I suppose I'll have to rouse him again?"

"Kate love, I can't wait for you to begin but . . ."

She smile that sexy smile of hers, "I suppose you need a rest . . .?" I nodded. "Oh bloody hell! You men!! All right, cuddle me. I want to feel you next to me – but don't you take too long!"

I laughed, "I'm sorry love but you are the sexiest woman alive," she raised her eyebrows, "well to me anyway. I can't help it."

"I know," she said, "and I still love you. Cuddle me." So I did. I don't know how long we lay there but I was in that wonderful land of reverie, thinking of her, of Gina, and of the warmth of her body as it pressed to mine. I knew she would want to 'wake' me. What would she do, I thought. Her mouth possibly but . . .?

How long it was I don't know but she finally began to bite my ear lobes, something always likely to excite me, and she whispered, "Wake up because I do so want you to fuck me," she said kneeling up then gently sucking her finger and using her 'naïve innocent' voice. "You promised," enormous pout, "and I shall be so, so disappointed if you can't." Now she reached for my cock, "Ooohhh, it's little now, not much good in my arse yet. I want it in my arse you know. It feels sooooo nice stretching me there. I can feel it you know, as it goes in. It is big but it does go. It's so nice when it goes past my tight little rosebud. Is it nice for you?"

Well! This is sort of like being masturbated by words. All the while her eyes were devouring me and her hand was gently stroking my cock. The fact that the whole thing was delivered in that 'innocent' style made it even more exciting.

"Yes Kate, it is nice." Keep it simple, she wasn't finished yet!

"Good! Do you like it when it gets deeeep inside. It's lovely then. You're cock is sooooo big and it fills me right up, stretches my bottom. Then you start to fuck my arse with that lovely cock, sliding in and out, back and forth, up and down. Is that nice?"

Yes, that is nice so was her hand on my hardening cock! Throat dry, breathing shallow, I could only nod.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 06



"I like it best when you hold my hips and pull me on to your cock. I feel your thighs hitting mine and your cock drilling the cheeks of my arse. Then you cum. Oooohhhhh, I like that. I can feel it hitting my insides and there's always such a lot." Then she finished looking down, "Mmm, seems OK?" she said.

I sat up, "On your face minx, you are going to get arsefucked!" I was pretty hot by now. This playfulness of hers always had that effect, as she knew so well!

"OOOhhh, you're not are you? You're not going to stick that great big thing up my arse are you?" I nodded with a lascivious smile. "You are, you're going to fuck my arse aren't you?"

"Kneel minx, your beast wants your arse!"

She smiled her secret smile – she knew exactly how to manipulate me – and knelt languidly, sticking her gorgeous arse in the air. Opening her legs slightly and lowering her head to the bed, she presented herself to me for her expected buggery. This would be a long bout because I had cum twice already and would be able to stay for a while, despite the eroticism of her tight bottomhole. She was looking back and smiling, "Lube beast if you're going to stick that up my arse!"

I reached for the oil and she continued, "Yes, oh yes. Pour some on. Ooohhh, I love it running down. Yes, yes, your finger . . . Push some inside. Mmm, nice and slippery for that lovely cock of yours. Now you do yourself. Mmm, is that nice. Does it feel nice and slippery? Will it slide into my arse nicely, all the way?" This just built on the excitement she'd already created. This use of language to increase desire.

I touched the tip of my cock to her anus, her tight ring of muscle, and pushed gently forward. She started again.

"Oh yesssss, gently. Oh god!!" Two inches of cock in her arsehole. "More, slowly, slowly. Oh hell that feels wonderful." I was halfway inside her; over four inches of cock spearing the tube of her rectum, stretching her anus over the widest part of my cock. Now I started to fuck her arse: fuck it gently, slowly, a little deeper each time. Kate had finished egging me on now, the pleasure she was feeling too much for her to continue, just a series of moans and sighs. Then my thighs were against her buttocks; I was completely inside her but for that final tiny amount. I needed that as well so my thumbs eased her cheeks apart and I thrust gently home feeling the tightness of her sphincter muscle grasping the base of my cock – wider there than anywhere else.

Kate yelped, she sighed, she moaned, and she came! I could feel the orgasm shudder across her body and her rectum and anus clench as her pleasure reached it's climax. As she came down I started to fuck her arse harder to bring her on again. Long strokes that took my cock almost out of her rear then deep back inside. Her orgasm subsided now, Kate was enjoying the feeling of being buggered.

"Mmm, that's nice beast. Keep doing that. Long and deep. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Each 'yes' time with me bottoming out in her arse. Time to change! Short strokes now, just my cock head breaching her bottom, halfway in, then out again.

"Mmm, that's nice too!"

Time to change again. Taking my cock completely out, I held her hips steady and drove forward deep inside. Then out, then back, fucking her steadily.

"Oh god I like that. Yes, yes, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Change now please Mike – sideways!" Not something we often did but I knew she liked it now and again so, burying my cock deep in her arse, I eased myself and her so that we were lying on our sides. I quite liked this because I could feel all of her body pressed to mine. She lifted her top leg so I could tuck in really tight and she pushed back into me. It's not possible to get quite so deep this way but Kate had learnt how to use her bottom hole to almost milk my cock.

"Cum like this," she whispered, "can you cum like this. Hold my tits, stroke my clit! Oh god I want to feel you cum." She was exercising the muscles of her anus and rectum and I was fucking back and forth as hard as I could. One hand reached round, wandered over her breasts, then found her clit, rubbing it as I drove my cock deep into her arse. She shuddered and a mighty orgasm rocked her body. The pressure on my cock could mean only one result and I began to cum, my third of the evening. Not too much spunk and not much staying power now, I quickly softened and was expelled from the tight heaven of her back door. 

It was fairly obvious however, that Kate wasn't finished. She was still pushing her bottom back into me and her hand had covered mine on her pussy. I had an idea!

I whispered in her ear, "Toni's just come in Kate darling. He's seen us, seen me in your arse and he looks interested." I felt her shiver. She must have known that he wasn't here but, as we played games all the time, she was ready, even in her post orgasmic but still aroused state, to see what was going to transpire.

"Can you feel his eyes on your bottom. They're hot Kate. He wants you there I think." I reached back to open the drawer in the bedside cabinet, reached inside, and pulled out the 7" dildo that we always took with us – just in case!

"Do you want him there Kate, want him to fuck you there? To fuck your arse? Do you?"

There was a sob, a sob of passion and desire. I knew this was one of her fantasies. To be filled with another cock, to take another dose of spunk after taking mine, so I was aware of how exciting this was for her.

"You do, don't you? You want his cock in your tight arsehole. You want his spunk mixed with mine?"

Another sob and a strained, "Yes, oh god, yes!"

I used my hand to knead the cheeks of her arse. "Can you feel his hands on you Kate. He wants you, wants your arse. Wants to fill you with his cock. Can you feel it Kate, feel his cock?" I stroked the dildo across her arse cheeks and down the back of her leg.

"Tell him Kate. Tell him you want it!"

Sob, sob, "Oh god!"

I pushed the dildo gently against the ring of her anus, looser now after my sodomizing of her. "Oh dear god, yes. Oh I want it."

"What do you want Kate. You have to ask him, tell him what you want."

"Oh god," breathlessly, "yes. Fuck my arse, please, please. Fuck my arse!"

"Who Kate, who do you want to fuck your arse. You must say!"

"Oh god! Toni, Toni. I want Toni to fuck my arse. AAAAgggghhhh!" I pushed the dildo gently past her stretched sphincter muscle and halfway into her bottom.

"Is that good Kate? Do you like Toni in your bottom. More?"

"Shit, yes. Oh yes!! More, more."

I gave her it all and started to fuck her arse with the dildo. She was moaning now, pushing her bottom back at me, holding my hand tight on her pussy rubbing herself against it. It didn't take long! As I buried the dildo inside her she let out a loud yell and I could see the muscles of her back and buttocks fluttering through her orgasm. I moved the dildo in circles inside her, opening her arsehole, teasing her even more, prolonging her orgasm until, finally, she was finished. 

But now, now she realised. She turned to me, grabbed me tightly to her, and sobbed. Racking sobs that shook her body. I guessed she would be like this and I knew why.

"Shush love," I said softly stroking her hair, "it's all right."

"But, but, but . . ." she managed.

"It's all right."

"I shouldn't." she said still crying, "I do love you, you know that don't you, and I shouldn't want that but . . . Oh Mike!" and she started sobbing again. In a way I was glad I'd done this now. We had to get rid of this guilt and better to do it like this than with Gina and Toni present.

I sat us up and looked in her tear-stained eyes. "Kate, my love, it doesn't matter." I smiled, "I know you want him and I don't mind. I want you to have him." She looked at me wide-eyed. "Yes. I want it because it will make you happy and," I added because it was important for her to feel that I wasn't doing it solely for her, "I want to do it to Gina! How will you feel about that?"

She regained her poise and, smiling her soft smile, "Only if I can watch!"

I laughed out loud, "Minx, oh but you are a minx!" Time to really push home the situation. "I'm only sorry that he wasn't really here so he could mix his spunk with mine." She looked shocked then realised what I was doing.

"Mmm, I would have been really full then," she said with a pout, "two lots in the front and two lots in the back!"

I laughed, "Devil woman. If you want we'll go to the big shower and I'll wash you?"

"Mmm. Give me a minute. I told you I'm full you naughty man. It's much easier when you cum in my mouth – no cleaning up to do." With that she skipped to the tiny toilet with me playfully smacking her gorgeous arse as she passed.

She was out in a few minutes and together we sneaked across the hallway to the large shower. It didn't take us long to get soapy and begin washing each other then for me to concentrate on Kate. I'd just started when the door opened and in walked Toni and Gina. They weren't surprised to see us so they must have heard us. They just stood, holding hands, watching us. Kate smiled at them and I just continued to wash her, stroking the soap laden sponge over her body, concentrating on her breasts and the playground between her legs. Then, rinsing that soap off, I started to use my hands. So began my usual washing of her. I cupped her breasts and soaped the whole area, catching the nipples between my fingers causing them to rise. Kate was cooing quietly as I did this and, by now, had thrown one arm round my neck for support – she knew what was coming! Now one hand soaped her back whilst the other concentrated on her tummy then her pussy.

I used two fingers to stroke across her there, forcing just a little deeper each pass. I noticed that all the while Kate was looking at them both, licking her lips, and smiling. They couldn't, of course, see what my other hand was doing. By now two fingers were pressing gently on her anus, matching the two at the front. Feeling them there, she pressed down causing my fingers front and back to slip inside her body. I started to finger fuck her pussy and arse alternating between both in, both out, and one in, one out. Her breathing became shallower and I could tell her orgasm was near. Then it arrived with a soft sigh and a great big smile. 

Gina was watching wide-eyed as this happened and Toni? Well Toni had a massive erection. Not surprising I suppose watching a man bring the woman he longed for to orgasm and holding his newly fucked wife in his arms. I'd sat as Kate came; her weight normally shifts to me when we do this, and now she got up and walked over to Gina.

She whispered something to both of them and Gina looked at Toni who, after a few moments when he looked somewhat confused, nodded. Kate kissed him then took Gina's hand and led her over to me, still under the water.

"Wash her," Kate said with a smile, "I'll look after Toni." Well I assumed this was OK so I began to use the sponge on Gina. She was so different from Kate. This was new to her obviously and she was shy. Not surprising considering she was naked in a shower with a man almost old enough to be her father. Soaping her body all over I noticed the swell of her hips, bigger than Kate, and the glorious fullness of her bottom. I didn't intend to touch her innermost heaven just wash her bottom cheeks but I couldn't help but note, being a confirmed 'arse' man, how lovely she was there. Her breasts too were different, much smaller than Kate; small hillocks with pert nipples atop – very pert now as she began to enjoy being washed.

Concentrating as I was on Gina I was only able, now and again, to glance at Kate and Toni. I wondered whether she would actually give him a blow-job then and there but I saw that she was just kissing and stroking, sometimes whispering in his ear. He looked pretty close to a major cum but she must have been controlling his cock as she kissed him. 

By now I'd finished with the sponge and was using my hands, catching Gina's nipples between my fingers then, as with Kate, moving down to her mound. "Put your arm around my neck," I whispered, "it will help." She did this and leant against me. One hand generously soaped her bottom cheeks just occasionally applying slight pressure to the crease between. She seemed to enjoy the feeling because she pushed back on to that hand. Meanwhile, at the front, my other hand had found her pussy and was covering her sex. I don't know whether Toni was watching this wet seduction of his wife. If he was I hoped he was OK about it!

Two middle fingers found her sex and pushed gently inside beginning a slow finger fuck. She was much shorter than Kate and I had to bend my head to kiss her. She was looking up at me as if she needed to be kissed so I did. The hand at the back continued to pleasure her bottom cheeks then, as she pushed back, I slipped a finger between her legs and gently eased it into her sex from the back. She was very wet and not too tight to accept this further entry which had the effect of bringing her orgasm on almost immediately. It might also have been something to do with the fact that my thumb knuckle was pressing against her tiny bottom hole at the same time as two fingers attacked her sex from the front, but I don't know.

As is usual in this situation, legs gave way and I was faced with all Gina's weight, not that it was that much, and had to sit on the wooden bench. Now I was able to focus on Kate and Toni who were both watching this final act in my washing of Gina. Kate was holding on to Toni's erection and I could see from the position of her hand that she was controlling him. His eyes were on fire, not with anger thankfully, but with desire. I'm sure that seeing his lovely young wife brought to orgasm like that excited him immensely.

As soon as Gina recovered she must have suddenly realised that Toni would have seen everything and she looked at him in apprehension. Kate whispered to him and he smiled at his wife who stood. Before she could move to him Kate motioned her to stay there and began to 'march' Toni into the shower, holding his cock all the while. Still holding on to him she leant over and whispered to Gina, what she said I don't know, but then she stood and, letting go of Toni, took my hand and eased me out of the shower. Then we stood and watched and I figured out what Kate had said to Gina because now she knelt in front of Toni, took his erect cock in her hand, and licked the tip with her tongue.

His face was a picture of lust fighting with control. I could sense what he lusted to do, to hold her head and fill her mouth with his cock, but, I suspect, his love for Gina was preventing that. Adding too his confusion would have been the sheer eroticism of having his wife do this to him. He'd seen Kate do this to me, and he must have read about it, so he knew what was coming and, I'm sure, he wanted to hold on for that. Well he did manage to hold on – but only just! As soon as her mouth closed over the end of his cock his buttocks clenched and he began to fill her mouth with spunk. She didn't pull away and that is unusual for an inexperienced woman. If she's not really ready for a mouthful of spunk, the act of reception can be quite off-putting but it didn't seem to phase Gina who just sucked. He must have shot his load a few times earlier because he didn't give her that much, just a few pulses. She must have swallowed it as well because she continued to suck his softening cock causing poor Toni a considerable wobble.

Kate turned to me and smiled, "Seems as though she's got that off all right. Come on beast, enough playing with women, bedtime!"

"Mmm," I said, "and to hold you."

"Mmm." So off we went to bed leaving the two youngsters in the shower to continue or otherwise. I suspect that Gina might well ask for another wash just to give Toni some practice! I drifted off to sleep, fairly shattered I might add after two busy nights, holding Kate. She felt soft, warm and marvellous.

Chapter 33: *We are called home

Adult movie (DP)/Straight sex (mild and quick!).

The sun woke me again on Monday morning and, I must admit, I felt good – knackered but good. As I lay there contemplating my life and the beautiful woman beside me, I wondered whether I'd be able to live up to her expectations. Remember, no Viagra then! I rolled onto my side and looked down at her. She was just waking and, dreamily, she reached up for me, pulling my lips to hers for a kiss.

"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured before kissing me again. "Is it time to get up."

I laughed, "I don't know love but the sun is shining in through the window. Shall we go and look?"

"Kiss me again and I'll think about it," she said lazily. So I did, she did, and wanted another kiss which almost turned into a return bout! It seemed, however, that the excesses of the previous night had depleted her reserves as well because she pushed me gently away and hopped out of bed.

"Mmm, I'd like to," she said with a sexy smile, "but I expect Gina and Toni will be up."

"Up to what?" I laughed.

She laughed back, "You are incorrigible. Joyce is right; once you start you can't stop!"

"I can't stop," I laughed, "I think, my darling one, that last night you could have carried on for a while."

"Mmm," she said, "but not now. Let's look out on the balcony." So we did and saw the morning sun shining on the serene waters of the lake. It was beautiful. "Oh Mike, we must get a place here. I never realised it could be so lovely. Try and talk to Toni about it."

"I will love, but not before they make their decision. Come on, we'll get dressed, have some breakfast, and go out."

"Mmm," she murmured, "I forgot to tell you. Gina and I want to go shopping today. She says there are some lovely shops in Arona just down the lake."

"Oh my god!" I said, "female bonding – shopping. I hope there are some good café's!"

She laughed, elbowed me in the ribs, then we got dressed. The others weren't up yet. I suspected they were still at it after we went to sleep so I wasn't surprised not to see them.

"They're late," said Kate with a smile.

"Mmm," I said smiling back. "Remember us in those early days?"

"Mmm. How many times in one day? Once in every room wasn't it?"

"Did we actually manage it?" I asked with a laugh.

"No," she said pouting outrageously, "I don't think you could get it up for the downstairs cloakroom!"

I laughed out loud, "Mmm, better put that right when we get back. I don't think we've ever done it in there." 

At that moment Toni and Gina came in looking rather sheepish. I figured there might be a bit of tension about the shower room and I was pleased to see Kate immediately get up and plant a big kiss on Toni's lips before turning to Gina and saying playfully, "You look radiant this morning. I trust that he was satisfactory last night?"

Gina smiled shyly up at Toni who, I must say, looked rather pleased with himself, then she said, "Mmm, yes he was. Very satisfactory." Then she came across to me, "Thank Mike for bathing me," she looked at Toni, "Toni wants you to show him your technique don't you caro?" 

He nodded and laughed, "Mike, I think your lovely wife is having an influence on mine."

"For the good I hope," I answered with a smile. Kate was pouting outrageously and playfully boxed my ears. Everything seemed to be OK. I always think that sexually satisfied women look even more beautiful and Kate and Gina certainly looked that this morning. It seemed to make them even happier and, what with the beautiful morning and the wonderful view from the terrace, it was a happy breakfast.

Toni drove us all down to Arona for the shopping and, after dragging about with them for a while, he and I decided to find a nice bar and sink some wine. I knew that Kate would be shopping for underwear, she'd pointed out some shops, and I looked forward to some interesting new garments. Toni and I chatted mostly about work, about his company and his plans for it before we were joined by our partners for lunch. They drifted off again for a bit more bonding after lunch and we got back to the villa about six.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 06



Gina and Kate were just about to start dinner when the phone rang. Toni answered and looked puzzled, turning to me and saying, "It's for you. I think it is your mother!"

"Mum!!" I took the phone. "Mum, is that you?"

"Oh Mike, Mike, it's Joe. He's had an accident. I'm at the hospital. Can you come home?"

"Hold on mum, what's happened?"

"I'm not sure. The police are here. Mike he's unconscious and I can't get anything out of the doctors or the police. Please, can you come home?" She was crying down the phone now, obviously very upset.

"Yes mum, we'll get back as soon as we can." Knowing how impossible it was to phone anyone visiting a hospital (no mobiles remember) I continued, "Mum, I won't be able to get you there so I'll phone Mandy and let her know when I'll be there. Give it half an hour then phone her. OK?"

"OK but Mike, please hurry!"

"We'll be as quick as we can. Bye mum, see you soon."

I turned to Toni, "We need to get home Toni. My stepfather has been in an accident . . ."

"Oh Mike, is it serious," from Kate.

". . . I don't know love. Mum didn't know but he is unconscious. What are the flights like Toni?"

"I think there's one just before 8:00. Leave it with me, I'll phone." So he got to it and, after a little while, said, "Yes, there's one at 7:55. I've booked you on it."

I looked at the clock, "Can we make that?"

He smiled, "Yes, we'll make it. Let's leave now. You don't need any luggage do you?" Well we didn't so straight to the car and off we went and we did make it! Just how we did it I don't know but Toni put his foot down. We had no luggage and check-in wasn't quite as long in those days so we were on the plane with time to spare. We landed about 8:30 pm BST and got through checks quickly then a taxi to the hospital. We quickly tracked down mum who was in a waiting room out side the ward where Joe had been taken. 

Mum rushed into Kate's arms and burst into tears. "Oh Kate, he's still unconscious. Mike I can't find out what's happening." Not uncommon in our hospitals then. No body wanted to tell anybody anything! Annoying really and you needed to be quite forceful to get information so I set off to see what I could glean.

There was a PC hanging about so I buttonholed him first. He was there about the other guy in the accident and I managed to find out what was supposed to have happened. Evidently the police were chasing a stolen car which jumped a set of red lights. Joe was crossing the junction in his Volvo and the stolen car hit him a glancing blow slap bang on the drivers door. The thief had gone through the windscreen and was in a pretty bad way, Joe was unconscious with a number of fractures. That was all the copper knew so off I went to find a doctor.

He was more difficult to find and more difficult to get information out of but I finally managed by being a bloody nuisance! Joe had fractures to his right leg and right arm, probably caused when he was thrown against the side of the car. His concussion didn't seem serious as the initial x-rays hadn't shown any damage. I arranged for him to be moved to a private room and for mum to stay with him. Hospitals were keen to earn the extra money in those days.

Back to the waiting room to tell mum all this and calm her down a bit. He certainly wasn't in any danger at the moment and the doctor expected him to regain consciousness without any problem. Kate said she'd stay with mum, which I thought was a good idea, so I went home and grabbed a few hours before returning to the hospital in the morning. I phoned Toni before I left just to let him know what was happening, saying that Kate would phone Gina at the weekend.

Joe had regained consciousness by the time I got to the hospital and the doctor's were happy with his condition. They pushed him into surgery to sort out his arm which was rather badly broken then patched him up and sent him back to his room. Mum hadn't slept much that night worrying about him, nor had Kate, so they were both a bit drawn. I sent them both off home to bath and eat while I stayed. Joe seemed his usual philosophical self when he came round, more concerned about mum than himself.

Things went well. Mum stayed with him most nights and nursed him – getting ready for when he came home she joked. Kate and I visited regularly. Of course all this had thrown any plans we might have had about Toni and Gina completely out of the window, in fact I've often found that in situations like this sex tends to take a back seat to the more mundane matters of the day. I knew that Kate was in regular contact with Gina and that they were spending hours on the phone. Kate really seemed to miss her.

Well things got back to normal after Joe came home although we had to ferry mum about – one of the reasons she took up driving lessons and, about six months later, passed her test. After such a long break from sex when we began to notice each other again it was a fairly exciting weekend that left us both pretty exhausted. Still, great fun! That Sunday afternoon after lunch we got to talking about Toni and Gina. We had played one or two 'games' involving them, particularly me fucking Kate and Gina at the same time and then Kate being fucked by both Toni and me – dildo playing a prominent part.

"Well?" I asked with a smile as we downed our coffee, "what has Gina got to say?" I had spoken to Toni a couple of times but only briefly to say hi and ask how they were.

She snuggled up to me, "They want to swap Mike, swing, or whatever it's called. They talked about it a lot and they both miss us," she looked at me, "it's funny really because I miss them and we've only known them for a short while. How about you, do you miss seeing them?"

Strangely I did. "Mmm, I do. Those few days at the villa seemed so serene, happy. I enjoyed their company," I bent and kissed her, "and I enjoyed the ideas that kept running through my mind."

"Beast," she said playfully, "you just want to fuck the arse off Gina."

I laughed back, "And you, minx, want your arse fucked by Toni!"

"And by you," she said fixing me with her eyes, "always by you." Now she became unsure again. "You are sure Mike, really sure?"

I smiled and hugged her tight, "Yes love, I'm sure. I have missed them. It's strange really, they almost feel like part of the family. Kate, ask them over to stay – soon."

Now she treated me to a sexy smile. "Well," she said, "not too soon." I raised my eyebrows and she dug me in the ribs. "Silly. No point in them coming next week because it's Gina's 'time' then it's mine so how about the weekend after that. They might even be able to stay for a week or so."

"Sounds good," I said then I did some calculating. "If they stay for more than a week Gina will be 'on' again." I laughed, "You minx, you'll be able to have both of us all to yourself. You'll be able to show Gina how to deal with two men!"

Now he hand ran up my leg and found my stiffening cock. "You don't mind, really?" she asked as she stroked JT through my trousers.

"No, I don't love, really."

"Mind you," she said with a sexy smile, "I'm not sure I know how to deal with two men!"

I laughed, "I shouldn't worry love, we've got lots of 'training' videos haven't we?"

"Mmm, we have. Shall we watch one now. I think I need you to fuck me and that will give us some ideas."

Well by now JT was definitely interested despite the trials of Saturday night and Sunday morning so I unlocked the special cabinet and selected a bbg video. We had quite a few of these. Kate liked watching them and she often took me either front or back with a dildo in the other place. Of course, now she had the prospect of two real cocks filling her just like in the films.

Now I don't know about you (well the men amongst you anyway) but sitting next to a beautiful and willing woman whilst watching an adult movie is one of the most exciting yet frustrating experiences I know. I find them arousing, very arousing especially when the girls are enthusiastic and look as though they are enjoying it. I'm sure there is a lot of acting but I'm also sure that some do actually enjoy what they're doing. So, when we watched an adult film together we had a rule. Kate wasn't allowed to touch me because, if she did, I would probably cum and be no bloody good to her. As the movie progressed sometimes I would strip my clothes to be ready for the 'final call' when it came. Unfortunately I was no 'porn stud'. It was OK for me to touch her and I would often strip her as she watched and, sort of, go through the motions of what was happening on screen. So now we indulged in a pleasant half hour or watching a rather attractive blonde being pleasured by two reasonably OK guys. She was DP'd in cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and standing. I knew this scene was one of Kate's favourites and it always got her very excited. As it finished she turned to me and whispered, "I need you to fuck me now!"

I eased her back on the settee and, skirt lifted and knickers down, dived in to pleasure her with my tongue. She need more however, and her hands quickly released a rather stiff JT.

"I need that bloody thing inside me . . . NOW!" Ever the one to please her, I rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs.

"Only one I'm afraid," I said with a big smile, "but perhaps you'll have two soon!"

She smiled up at me, "Only if you are one of them. Now get to work beast and fuck me!" So I did. Amazingly I lasted quite a while, probably down to the fact that she had already drained my balls! She must have had two or three orgasms before I finally let go then we just laid side by side holding each other.

"Thanks love," she whispered, "are you sure darling, really sure about this. I do want it but I want you to be happy too."

Smiling, I kissed her cheek and said, "Yes sweetheart, yes I do. I'll be honest love. At the start I wasn't sure how I would handle it," she raised her eyebrows, "but now, well now I really want to see it, want to take part, want to see you enjoying yourself and," I went on with a lascivious smile, "there is Gina . . .!"

"It will be OK, I know it will Mike. I do love you," she ended emotionally.

"I know," I said with a smile, "and I love you. Now let's get tidied up." So we did and spent the rest of the day in the garden pottering about.

*

Part 7 will follow soon. As ever, vote and comment – not that you need to be told! And remember it's my ego that you are bashing.



The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 07



Here is Part 7 of 'Kate'. Swinging! Well at least the first 'swap' so those of you who think Mike is a 'wimp' should stop now! Although, in truth, most of this is about Mike and Gina – so perhaps he's not quite such a wimp after all? Kate's feelings are explained as well so perhaps you will understand her. To Anons UK and US thanks for your support and, no, Joy and Mike will not get together again. It's not how I see things developing because I think it would threaten their marriages but I am working on a 'one last fling' for Joyce. You may be able to guess who with but, as always, I'm trying to make it believable and then to figure out how to 'voice' it.

Just a note about relationships. Several contacts have suggested some form of father/daughter or mother/son liaisons. Well not possible for Mike and Kate for reasons explained but . . . Toni and Gina do fill a hole in their lives in more ways than one! So be understanding of the feelings that are developing.

The Warning:

If you have read this series before you will know what to expect; if not please take the time to read the introduction to TWIML, Ch.3-Pt.1. It does explain the story and how it is posted and I prefer it if my readers know what is coming! If you don't read that introduction then please don't complain about the content.

Chapter 34 Toni and Gina arrive

The next couple of weeks shot by. Kate was on the phone to Gina regularly and I could sense that there was something important building between them. I spoke to Toni a couple of times just to make sure really that he felt OK about coming over. He seemed happy and he said that Gina was looking forward to the visit. I did finally get him to admit that he was looking forward to it as well, especially seeing Kate again! I must admit that I was looking forward to seeing them again – and not just at the prospect of Gina!

Well, the weekend finally arrived and I must admit to some excitement. It was probably catching because Kate was so bubbly it was wonderful to see. Of course the other thing to remember was that Kate was coming off her period and was always, and I mean ALWAYS, very hot just then. This, together with the excitement of having Toni to herself, which I assume was the plan – she hadn't mentioned to me what the arrangements were, I assumed she and Gina had sorted it all out on the phone.  

We met them at the airport around mid-afternoon. They both looked fantastic as they came through the arrivals lounge. Gina, dressed in tight jeans that clung to her hips and thighs and really accentuated her figure, drew admiring glances from most of the men hovering about. Add to that a loose blouse in vibrant dark red and she was a knockout. Toni, also wearing tight jeans, looked pretty good as well – at least Kate said he did. I wasn't jealous but, as I looked at him, I regretted my youth because I could see that he had an arse that would attract most women (and men I suppose if they were that way inclined). Tall, slim, wearing just a shirt open to mid chest, he looked like a fashion model on holiday. As a couple they attracted attention because they looked so casual yet so fantastically sexy it wasn't true. The funny thing was that they didn't realise it!

Off course it was great when they saw us and rushed over. Gina threw her arms round my neck and gave me a big kiss that made me wish we weren't in the arrivals lounge and, as Toni approached Kate, she threw her arms round his neck and did the same to him. Then we were talking, chattering. It was amazing really, how good it felt to see them and, it seemed, they felt that way too. Not to mention that most of the people there, impressed I'm sure by these two 'beautiful people', were staring at us all now wondering, I'm sure, what was going on.

Toni pulled away from Kate and turned to me, "It is good to see you again Mike," then smiling confidently at Kate, "and to see you, the most," he looked at Gina who, with a big smile one her face shook her head, "OK, the second most, beautiful woman here."

"You are becoming cheeky," said Kate with a big smile then kissed his cheek somewhat less passionately, remembering where she was probably. "Oh it is good to see you both. Isn't it Mike?"

"Yes," I said laughing and turning to Gina, "especially to see the most beautiful woman here!"

Kate pouted outrageously. God knows what everyone thought was going on then she laughed. "I'll get you for that," she said playfully as she pecked my cheek.

"Come on," I said, "it's a long walk to the car. We can chat on the way." We did, talking about something and nothing, enjoying being in their company. Toni had changed over these few weeks. He was much more confident, sure of himself; particularly with Kate. I suspect that his continued sexual activity and his lovely wife was making him aware of his charm and his attractiveness. He didn't go over the top however, and that was nice. He was still very respectful, almost in awe of Kate. Again, I suspect that he was so aware of her femininity, and of her effect on him. I caught him looking at her once or twice when he didn't notice and the desire in his eyes was plain – mind you Kate had dressed in a lovely summer dress that showed off her figure and she was making it plain that she wanted him.

As for Gina? Well, pretty much the same really. Knowing she had an attractive man and that she was attractive herself, seemed to build her confidence and, although she was unpractised at playing the coquette, she was bloody sexy! And those jeans? WOW!!! Kate kept on digging me in the ribs every time I fell behind (not on purpose – honestly!) because I found it difficult to take my eyes off her absolutely delightful swaying arse.

Being with them, knowing I suppose that things were settled (well I assumed that Gina and Kate had settled everything), meant we could be at ease with each other. No tension about the future. We all knew that, at some time in the next few days, we would swap partners. What would happen after that was in the hands of fate. I hoped we could continue and go on but that was impossible to know just now.

We got back to the house about 4 pm. I must admit that they were impressed. Well it is a nice house but I suppose I'm bound to think that because I've lived most of my adult life here. We plonked their cases in the hall and showed them around downstairs first with a quick look at the garden, extended since we'd bought the small copse at the end. Then upstairs to the bedrooms.

Kate grabbed Toni's arm and dragged him into 'ours', the master bedroom. If you've read about my MILF hunt and 'capture' by Miranda you'll know that it is big. "This is 'our' bedroom," she said making the word 'our' completely ambiguous because she was staring in his eyes when she said it. "Look, a great big bed and ever so comfy," she continued making it quite clear that she couldn't wait to try him out on it! Despite his new found confidence Toni was beginning to crack by now. Kate could always do that to him, I don't think he ever lost his awe of her.

"Kate," I said with a laugh, "leave him alone." 

She pouted, "Don't be a spoilsport. Anyway, why don't you show Gina 'her' bedroom." Again she made it quite clear exactly what she meant. It seemed that the bedrooms would belong to the woman and Toni and I would be shunted between. Well I couldn't think of a better way to spend my nights so I turned to Gina.

"Come on Gina, I'll show you the other big bedroom," Then, turning to Toni I added with a great big smile, "are you OK on your own with her?"

He picked up the tone and responded with a hearty, "Yes, I think I can manage."

"Don't you believe it!!" said Kate as she took his arm to show him the en-suite.

Gina and I crossed the hallway to the other main bedroom. Not quite as big as the master but it still had an en-suite. Not on the same scale as the other either but still the shower was big enough for two. I turned to Gina and began to speak but before I could say anything her hands had pulled my head down and her lips found mine.

WOW!

She was kissing me, less like the inexperienced ingénue of a few weeks ago, but with much more passion. I suspected that their last few weeks had been something like mine and Kate's in our early weeks: continuous fucking any time, any place. Pulling away from her very pleasant embrace I said, "You've been practicing?"

"Mmm, yes. We have a lot of practice," she responded with a coquettish look. "Now you must show me 'our' bedroom." I think she must have been practising double entendre with Kate as well because it was obvious from her look who, just at that moment, the other half of 'our' was!

"You, young madam, are becoming a minx."

"Mmm," she said with a satisfied smile, "but Kate tells me that you like minxes."

Well, look, I was only about to take so much of this. Time to take control. I took her in my arms and I kissed her, kissed her passionately, and allowed my hands to roam across her back and over those glorious globes confined in her jeans. She must have felt my erection pressing into her tummy because I pulled her to me. I felt her shiver in either pleasure or apprehension, apprehension I think because she pulled away breathlessly and reddened in embarrassment.

"Errmm, errrr . . . ."

"Come miss," I said with a smile, "try the bed. It's very comfortable . . ."

Now she had lost control of the situation she became much more demure, more the ingénue, but still her natural beauty and sensuous nature displayed itself. She didn't have to try, she was desirable without any effort.

"Perhaps later," she responded, coy now but with a big smile.

I laughed and took her hand. Time to stop play now so I just showed her the room and the en-suite then said, "I suppose we'd better go and rescue Toni?"

She laughed, a free happy laugh that showed how at ease she was with all this. "I'm not all that sure he'll want to be rescued but I suppose we'd better." As it happened we met them in the hallway. Toni looked flustered and Kate looked hot! I suspect that, given the choice, she'd have taken him then and there but anticipation is good isn't it, it adds spice to the final dish!

"Come on Toni, let's get the cases then you can shower and get changed for dinner." We were taking them out for a meal. A rather nice restaurant in a local hotel. Kate liked it there because she could 'dress' for dinner. It wasn't formal but most couples dressed up a little, the men in lounge suits and the women in the less splendid evening gowns. 

We brought their cases upstairs and put them both into the second bedroom. We weren't told otherwise so I assumed that this would be the 'base of operations' for Toni and Gina. Kate must have told Gina about the restaurant because they both came down later in the most attractive dresses. Both cut fairly low and with tiny straps, they hugged both figures. Kate's displayed the rise of her tummy, only slight and, well for me anyway, incredibly exciting at it seemed to emphasize her wonderful derriere. Mind you, when it came to derriere's, you would have to go a long way to find one quite so enticing as Gina's in her dress that evening. I've said she had quite big hips, well for her size anyway, and, it must be said, a fairly large bum as well but the shape, the curve, the dip. How the hell was I going to make love to her and not take her there?

"Bloody hell," I said as they came into the lounge, "there are men in this restaurant you two!"

"Mmm," said Kate with a wicked smile, "we know and they'll all be so jealous of you two won't they?"

Poor Toni was gob smacked, speechless, before these two visions of loveliness. He couldn't seem to decide who to look at first or the most. Kate sorted that out as she grabbed his arm and guided him out of the front door. "You can sit in the back with me Toni, Gina can keep Mike company in the front." Her tone brooked no disagreement so we all trooped out to the car. By the time we got to the restaurant I was intoxicated by the perfume they were wearing, what it was I don't know but it was bloody good!

Early on in the meal I was torn between paying attention to Gina and watching Kate working her magic on Toni. Look, as I've written before, it is difficult to explain this but she worked her magic on me all the time, without thinking I suppose, and I didn't really notice it as that because I loved her and she didn't really need to do anything to attract me anyway. Now I could again watch her being herself with another man and it was fascinating. All the things she did with me, eyes, head, touches, smiles, all seemed to be tantalising from this position. Quite honestly it fascinated me. Toni was captured, totally and completely captured by the wiles of this lovely woman who made it quite plain that she was his if he wanted her, and it was also plain that he did. So I was torn but Gina, well Gina was lovely. Young, inexperienced at 'trapping' men but so natural, so un-affected in her enthusiasm that she soon had me eating out of her hand. Oh, I knew what was happening – I wasn't that naïve, but it was good just to let her be herself. I wanted her, I knew that and I knew from the signs that she wanted me so I turned my attention totally to her, affording her the interest she deserved.

It was a very enjoyable meal, not only for the food, but for the coming together of the four or us as a 'group'. It became clear to me that evening that these two people were going to become very important to us and that turned out to be so.

Strangely, and I'm sure they must have planned it, when the meal finished and we left for home, they re-attached themselves, Kate to me and Gina to Toni, as if what went before hadn't happened. Kate was coming on to me and Gina was doing the same to Toni. I suspect that they did it just to keep us guessing but it was nice to feel Kate next to me in the front of the car. I know you may find this difficult to believe but, given the choice, I would still have taken her to bed rather than Gina!



Chapter 35 *The 'swap' – Gina and Me

Oral (both)/Straight.

When we got back I volunteered to make some coffee and left the three of them in the lounge. When I came in with the tray Toni had one each side and they were certainly working on him. I put the tray down and sat then Kate got up and started on me. Now I was beginning to wonder what their plan was. I went along for a while, enjoying her kisses and strokes but then, "Come on you two minxes, I haven't made this coffee for nothing." I laughed across at Toni, "Perhaps I'd better get some ice cubes and make iced coffee. It might just cool these two down." He smiled a bit limply. I suspect he was finding it a trifle overpowering.

"All right," said Kate with a smile, "we'll drink our coffee like good little girls then we're going to bed to be naughty big girls!" As she looked at both Toni and me as she said this I still wasn't sure!

Coffee was downed quickly, the conversation, driven mainly by Kate, existing almost totally of double entendre. Then, cup down, she turned to Toni, took his hand, and said, "Bed time. Are you ready?" He looked helpless as he glanced at Gina, who smiled and nodded, then at me.

"I think you are Toni," I said with a smile, "take her to bed and don't take no for an answer!" He smiled back, his confidence boosted by my approval I think, allowed himself to be pulled up, and followed Kate. She waltzed across the room, her arse swaying giving me a lovely view – on purpose I'm sure!

Turning at the door she said with a smile, "Don't you take no for an answer either Gina!" and flashed her eyes at me. She was so happy but I could still detect the slightest note of doubt so I smiled and waved.

"Take him Kate but remember he is younger than me!"

She smiled back and I noted relief in her eyes. She was sure now, sure I really didn't mind. She left with a final smile, dragging Toni along behind. He left the room with an apologetic smile at Gina and me. I crossed to Gina sitting on the sofa.

"Is it OK Gina love? Are you sure?"

She turned her head to me and kissed my cheek, "Oh yes Mike, I am sure." Then she kissed my lips, pulling me to her. She had learned and her kiss said 'I want you' and mine responded.

"To bed," I whispered huskily, "to bed," and I took her hand, letting her lead the way upstairs. Who captured who I don't know! As I followed her I couldn't help but focus up her absolutely delightful bottom encased in the tightish dress. At the top she confidently led the way into 'their' bedroom and turned to face me. She looked shy, demure but determined as her arms made their way around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers. This kiss grew more passionate and soon I was holding her tightly, running my hands down over the soft skin of her back then across the material and over her hips. Her shape was marvellous, enticing, exciting, intoxicating almost: especially for a man of my preference! Through the kiss she pushed herself into me and I helped by holding her bottom cheeks tightly, feeling the firm roundness.

'I can't ignore this', I thought to myself, it's too much to ask but I knew I wouldn't take her there. Kate hadn't said whether she'd discussed variations with Gina and I wasn't about to breach what was obviously a virginity – even though I wanted to very much. But I was going to explore, see if she liked attention there. She didn't seem to mind my hands pulling her into me and she must have felt what was, by now, a very stiff erection.

I wanted her now, wanted her badly. I suppose that, at the back of my mind, I was aware of Kate in the other room and what might be happening there but now I was focussed on the woman in my arms. A new woman, young, inexperienced, lovely, and willing – the first for a long time. She deserved my full attention and I turned it to her. I pulled away and began to undo my shirt. She reached behind to release her dress but I stayed her hand.

"In a moment," I said with a smile, "help me." So her hands went straight to my slacks and undid the belt and buttons so they fell to the floor. I stepped out and took off my shirt at the same time. She was looking at me in that possessive way women have when they know they have you. I've always found it exciting to be looked at like this and it was now, evidenced by the large tent in my boxer shorts. I quickly bent and slipped off my socks then stood with my hands on her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her skin and the slight tremble of either excitement or nerves.

Then she started to stroke my body, to explore I suppose. I was taller than Toni and more heavily built so that would be different and I was reasonably hairy in those days, something Kate liked and, apparently from her running her hands across my chest, so did Gina. Time now to concentrate on her.

The skin on her shoulders and back was so soft and so smooth. Darker than Kate's, it was beginning to 'goose-bump' in her nervousness. Confident up to now, she had reached the point of no return and she couldn't help but be aware of my cock tenting my boxers. I found the zip on her dress and slid it gently down her back right to the base of her spine then slipped the dress off her body and let it fall to the floor.

Bloody hell!!!

Kate knew my weakness for underwear (like most men I suppose) and she had given Gina one of my favourite sets. I don't know how they sorted out sizes because Gina wasn't as big as Kate upstairs but was bigger on the hips and bottom – anyhow they managed because she looked fabulous.

Let me describe it. It was a soft blue in colour and consisted of a bodice piece, not really a basque but of a much lighter material (I could see the colour of her nipples through it) and design, which moulded into an inverted 'V' at her tummy button and the base of her spine. The material then tapered down either side to four thin suspenders that supported light fawn mid-thigh length stockings. Although the knickers weren't small, the same size as normal but in the same colour, they were sensuous in the extreme. She'd lost her high heeled shoes when she came back from the restaurant but I hadn't noticed until now that she was wearing high heeled slippers that accentuated her bottom and hips. All I could do was gasp and look at her standing there. She was regaining confidence now, seeing how she was affecting me.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 07



I took a deep breath, "Gina, Gina, you are beautiful!"

She smiled a slow, sultry smile, "Kate said you might like this."

"Gina, I like, I like a lot," I said with a smile, "let me look at you." I love to look at women, especially the women I'm going to make love to. Miranda found that out very early and part of her capture of me came from her understanding of how she could manipulate me by posing. Gina seemed to realise that, or Kate had told her, because she turned me and sat me on the bed.

Smiling, she said, "Look then. You like what you see?" No demure ingénue now, she was confident in her ability to excite me as she began to pose in her underwear. Kate told me the next night that she had primed Gina to do this knowing it would excite me no end. So Gina went through a, Kate inspired, routine. She walked away showing her, almost unbelievably gorgeous, arse then bent. Well, to be honest it was a real struggle not to throw her on the bed and bugger her there and then!

Looking back over her shoulder she smiled, "Well?" She became all the women in my life then and my feelings for her reached a high. Strange feelings not experienced before. Love? I don't know. Affection? Certainly, but something more that I couldn't identify. I did know I wanted her, wanted her badly so I stood.

"No," she said peremptorily, "Kate said you should sit still and watch."

I breathed a slight sigh of relief, ahh, Kate said! I knew what was coming so eased back to watch as she continued to show me herself. God, she was lovely. 20 years old, 5' 8" tall, gently sloping shoulders – that epitome of womanhood – small breasts cupped in the delightful blue of the underwear, sensuous suspenders holding the stockings. And her bottom!!! Hell, I could go on for ages about her but I won't bore you.

After a while I stood and held her, "Enough little minx," I said with a smile and I kissed her. I suppose that the posing had excited her as well because her kiss was passionate and her hands roamed over my body then eased my boxers off. Doing so left her on her knees, head level with 8½ inches of very rampant cock. I know what the animal in me wanted, her mouth around my cock and to fuck her face, but the caring person wanted to make love to her. She seemed uncertain. I suspect that Kate had also told her I wasn't fond of this. I began to wonder just how much Kate had told her. I certainly hadn't told Toni anything about Kate. Is that a 'man' thing? I don't know, we only ever did this with one couple but I never talked about Kate and what she liked with Toni but I'm damned sure that Kate and Gina discussed us both.

Back to the matter in hand, Gina kneeling at my feet eyes fixed on my erection. As I bent and lifted her up I noted a slight smile crossing her features. 'They have been talking', I thought as I held her.

"You are beautiful," I said, "tu sei bella, bella sei tu."

She smiled shyly, "Grazie, signor," she responded, "tu anche bello." I smiled back, kissed her, turned her, and lay her back on the bed.

"I want to make love to you," I said with a smile.

"Yes, si, si, oh yes," was her response. Isn't this the most wonderful experience in the universe. OK, perhaps not that great but hey, to make love to a beautiful women, any woman? For the first time (well nearly)? It's pretty good isn't it? We're bloody lucky us men aren't we? It's a pity more of us don't realise it!

Where to start? I knelt next to her, looked down then took a deep breath. She was lovely. I wished I had six hands, four mouths, and two cocks but I didn't so I kissed her lips, eyes, nose, neck then moved down to her breasts. I'd already done this to her on that first night but I enjoyed exploring again and, from her reaction, Gina enjoyed a re-run. I decided that tonight I wouldn't take the top part of the underwear off. Than meant I could only kiss, bite and stroke her pert breasts through the material but the feel of the satiny cloth was erotic in itself. I kissed all round her breasts and right under her arms then moved down to her tummy button, probing it with my tongue. She wiggled.

"That tickles," she giggled.

I looked up, smiled then dragged my tongue down towards her sex following the line of her panties. I didn't take them off straight away which I think surprised her – something Kate hadn't told her – but licked and kissed all around the front of them. Then I covered her pussy with my mouth and sucked through the material. I'm afraid that's one of the things I love doing – strange but there you are! I was biting at the same time and now Gina had her first orgasm of the evening, thrusting her sex into my face and stroking her hands through my hair. She was moaning at the time, something in Italian I didn't understand, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

I eased her legs slightly apart and continued gently biting the whole area covered by her panties then down the inside of her legs to her stocking tops. Here I licked and kissed around the skin before unclipping the front suspenders. Then, lifting her legs, I reached underneath and loosed the back. I only wanted to slip the knickers down, which I did, then re-clipped the stockings. Perhaps I'd take them off later tonight, I thought.

I don't know what it is about suspenders. I don't think I'm alone when I say I find them erotic and exciting. Is it the way they seem to 'frame' the point of interest? I don't know, I only know that I love them on my love and have on all the woman I loved.

So now I looked down at Gina. It seemed that her lingerie accentuated her shape, making her hips appear even wider, sumptuous, and erotically inviting. Her sex, hair trimmed now (was that Kate's influence?), showed lips swollen in arousal and a clitoris risen above the parapet. She was looking up at me, eyes wide open, tongue running sexily across her lips, and with a soft sheen of perspiration giving her a 'glow'. She smiled and her hand came up and grasped my cock, sticking out like an obscene flagpole, "Soon?" she asked tentatively.

I bent and kissed her lips, "Soon," I replied then pulled away, gently easing her legs apart and kneeling in between. I wanted to kiss her lovely sex then take her in this position, to see her face as I made love to her, fucked her. Bending forward I inhaled the scent of woman, woman aroused and waiting for her lover. Blowing gently on her pussy first, I used my tongue to taste the musty liquid of her orgasm. This provoked a shudder from Gina, soft moan and another stream of unintelligible Italian. After a few strokes of my tongue I moved to her clit, licking first then sucking gently. This sent her over the top in the usual way. Legs came up to hold me, hands down to press my head to her, and her hips thrusting up into my face; all accompanied by a loud scream and a frantic, "Si, si, si," repeated over and over.

As soon as she set me free I knelt up and lifted her legs slightly and bent them at the knee then, leaning forward, took my weight on my left hand at her shoulder. Cock in the other, I placed the head at her vagina. She must have felt me there through the end of her orgasm for her eyes widened and her mouth opened in surprise. I pushed gently forward revelling in the tightness of her, the silky grip of the muscles, and the warm wetness that was anointing my cock. I gave her four inches then stopped for a moment to let her savour the feeling. Her eyes had been closed as I pushed forward but now she opened them and looked deep into mine. She smiled then reached up to pull my lips down to hers. A long passionate kiss followed while I just gently moved my cock inside her, not going any deeper. The kiss was over and I lifted my head ready to concentrate on fucking her delightful pussy. Now the movements, out a little, in a little deeper. Over and over until I was buried deep inside her, all my cock in the silky grip of her pussy. It was exquisitely tight and so different from Kate. I began to fuck her quite hard.

Gina hadn't been still while I did this. Her hips had been gently pushing against me, seeming to need to feel my cock, and her hands had been stroking my face, my hair, and my back. As I increased speed and fucked her with long, deep strokes legs came up around me and hands found my arse, pulling me deeper inside.

"Gina, love, I'm going to cum inside you now. Do you want that?" I wasn't sure you see. Did she want my cum inside her. I suddenly thought that we'd never talked about birth control, not that it mattered in my case but they wouldn't know that. They were Italian so Catholic I assumed. Would they use anything?

"Yes, yes. I want that. I want to feel you do that. Can I. Can I? Please." She seemed almost desperate for me to cum inside her. Well I was very close now. Hadn't lasted very long but, hey this was the first of the evening and it had been over a week!

I thrust harder and harder, filling her with every part of my cock then let out a roar as I began to cum. As each pulse raced from my balls I thrust deep inside, anointing her womb. This was good and different. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman other than Kate. There was still that 'something' missing that I had with Kate, and with the two other women I loved (and still do!), but it was still bloody good. Strangely, there also seemed to be something different from all the others. As I filled her with my useless seed strange feelings for her grew inside me. I felt the need to protect her, nurture her, look after her. A feeling of an affection that I hadn't experienced before: a need as well that I couldn't identify.

Gina's reaction to my orgasm drew me from my internal reverie. Her legs were gripping hard and her hands pulling me in. Finally she let out a loud groan followed by a long, "Aaaaagggggghhhh," and her hands, leaving my arse, pulled my head to hers where her mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss which seemed to last for ages. She finally pulled away gasping for breath. I just lay there for a moment, not softened fully yet, enjoying the soft caress of her pussy. She seemed to get hold of herself and looked me in the eye.

A great big smile crossed her features, "Thank you Mike, thank you!"

I smiled back, "No Gina, thank you. That was pretty good."

"As good as Kate?" she asked breathlessly.

Now that was below the belt! She wasn't to know then that it never could be! I rolled off her and took up my usual position. Using my free hand I turned her face to mine. "Was I as good as Toni?" I asked softly.

She began crying. Shit, I thought, shit, shit, shit! I should have realised that her question was just another manifestation of this doubt, this need for approval, that some women (most I've found) seem to need after an orgasm.

I bent and kissed her. "You shouldn't cry, what is it?"

"Toni. Toni and Kate. They've just done this too. Oh Mike, will it be all right?" Doubts were creeping in. Were Kate and Toni having the same feelings? Strangely, or otherwise I suppose, I didn't think I had any doubts. I had a worry, would she prefer him, but the decision had been made. Kate and I had discussed it and sorted it out but now I had to sooth Gina. As I lay there looking down at her, and aware of what was happening in the other bedroom, I knew that my feelings for Kate were the same as before. I loved her – it was as simple as that – and nothing could change that.

"Gina love, why did you ask me that question, about Kate?" She started crying softly again. "Shush, shush, Gina. No secrets in the bedroom! Kate must have told you that."

She nodded.

I smiled, "Well then, why do you need to know whether you were as good as Kate?"

Sniff, sniff, sniff, "I know I'm not very good. Not experienced."

Oh my god, women!! "Not very good! Oh Gina, Gina, Gina," I laughed, "Gina you are a lovely no, you are a beautiful woman. How can you possibly think you are 'not very good'." I bent and kissed her, "You were 'good', very good. It was good for me you know."

"But, but, I didn't . . . do anything."

I laughed again, "Darling girl," I said, without realising I was beginning to unconsciously identify those strange feelings, as I stroked her cheek, "you don't have to really but you did you know. Hands, legs, mouth, eyes. You are a lovely woman and that is enough."

"But, but . . . I know what Kate tells me!"

I smiled and stroked her cheek, "Mmm, Kate is a minx and a very experienced woman in the bedroom but isn't that why you wanted to do this, to learn?"

She smiled a soft, slightly sad, smile, "Yes, I want to be like Kate, to please Toni," she glanced at me shyly, "and to please you but, but . . .!"

I covered her mouth with a kiss then, "You do please me Gina, you please me a lot and I know," I added with a lecherous smile, "that you will get even better with practice. Perhaps some more tonight?"

Now she smiled coquettishly up at me, "Mmm, I think I'd like that but I feel full," she added shyly, "can I, you know . . .?" Now I don't really mind this – it is mine after all – and I have known several women who feel uncomfortable. It seems to inhibit them so I don't have any problem if they want to 'tidy up'. Kate never did, it never bothered her (nor me actually) only at the end, when she was finished and ready to sleep.

I smiled, "Of course," I said then added with a smile, "I haven't finished yet, have you?"

She looked at me coyly, "No," then she giggled girlishly and rushed off to the bathroom. I watched her gorgeous arse as she disappeared and promised myself a voyage of exploration later this night. 

She came out just a few moments later and she hadn't taken off the underwear. God she was lovely! I stood to greet her, my cock beginning to stiffen already at the thought of having this young woman again. She seemed happy as my arms closed around her but I sensed a tension in her. Just now she seemed like a coiled spring.

"What is it Gina? You're tense."

She looked up at me, eyes sad and near tears. "Oh Mike, Mike I liked it. I want to do it again and again with you but, in there, I thought of Toni." She looked unsure, "Of Toni and . . . of Kate." She looked near to tears, again she asked "It will be all right won't it." Well I hoped it would. I'd taken the few moments she'd left to address my feelings about what was happening in the other bedroom. I knew Kate would be demanding, she always was after a period, I was aware that he would be fucking her. I thought of it like that because that was what was happening and, thankfully, it didn't hurt. It was what she wanted and I wanted what she wanted. I still had that tiny nagging doubt that, maybe, in the morning she might prefer him to me but it was tiny, oh so tiny and, anyway, as long as I could go on loving her and she didn't throw me aside, that didn't matter. Silly I know but you must know that that was how I felt about her. I suppose I was in my 'fatalist' mood. Kate and I had discussed this over and over and I trusted her, and she trusted me. Oh, don't get me wrong, I was growing fond of Gina as I said but it was different. That 'something' was missing so I knew I didn't love her in the same way I loved mum and Kate (and now I love Miranda).

Now I had to deal with Gina's doubt. "Gina love," I said as I sat her down on the bed next to me with my arm around her. Incongruous but there you are, "Gina I love Kate and I always will. What she does in there with Toni won't change that, can't change that. Now, tell me how you feel about Toni? You love him don't you?"

"Oh yes Mike, yes but . . ."

"No buts. You love him?"

"Yes."

"Will you love him in the morning?" 

She looked at me in surprise. "Yes, yes I will."

"Well then," I said with a smile, "what happens tonight hasn't changed anything has it?"

"No, I suppose not . . but . . . Kate?" Now her real worry was surfacing. He would prefer Kate to her. Well that was the mirror of my most secret fear wasn't it.

"We have to trust them Gina love, just as they have to trust us. Toni may be thinking just the same about you, that you prefer me. Do you?" She looked embarrassed now. Embarrassed, I suppose, because she had to say she didn't. I smiled, "Don't be shy, if you had the choice, who would you want next to you in your bed now?"

She gave a little sob, "Toni," she squeezed out tentatively.

I smiled, "And I would prefer Kate," I said, "but that doesn't mean I don't want you because I do. I want you almost as much as I want Kate but, you see Gina, I love Kate just like you love Toni. I bet they both feel the same way. They want each other now, badly, just like I want you but they love us both. This is tricky Gina, this swapping thing, and I think we can only do it if we trust our partners and enjoy each other without guilt or recrimination."

She was quiet for a moment then turned, kissed me, and said, "You are right. We must trust each other and I do want you," she smiled, "you were very good!" I laughed out loud, turned and pulled her to the bed and began kissing her.

Now just as an aside, it will be fairly obvious by now that we didn't 'swing' with any couple other than Gina and Toni so I don't know whether the doubts and fears that we felt in those early days are common with other couples. We had them, all four of us, but they never became a real problem because we dealt with them early. I know from reading the letters in Penthouse Forum and the like that some people do experience difficulties. I'm not surprised. If you love the person you are 'giving' to another all sorts of feelings are being jumbled about. We were lucky, I think, we managed to sort it out but I'm not sure we could have if the other couple wasn't the right one and I'm almost certain that, if we had gone on to more couples, it would have caused problems. But enough, back to Gina!

"Now little minx," I said with a smile and, incidentally, formulating my pet name for her. Kate was my minx and Gina was my little minx, "lay back and let me make love to you." I wanted to explore her body again, to love her. My feelings for Gina at that time were difficult to explain. I wanted her sexually, of that there was no doubt, but there was something else, something strange. Look, I didn't have any kids but, well how to explain this? She was so young, so innocent, so youthful, so exuberant, and I wanted to cosset that, to hold her, to comfort her, to nurture her, but I wanted to fuck her as well. Looking back I've come to realise that I was actually having filial feelings for her as well as sexual. Perhaps I'll write more about this later.

She, however, now had different ideas. "Mmm, I'd like that but first I want to find out about you. Would you like that?" I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "I want to make love to you like you have to me," she said with a smile. "Toni likes it!"

I smiled in return, "That would be nice," and I laid back to await my fate! Now she knelt up and looked down at me. Still having her underwear on made this even more erotic for some reason. She started by running her hands over my chest, seeming to enjoy the feeling of my hairs running through her fingers, then she bent to kiss me. First on the mouth, then neck, and on to my chest.

"Lick my nipples," I said rather breathlessly because her hand had travelled down and enclosed my rapidly stiffening cock. She began to slowly masturbate me as she licked around my nipples – something I've always enjoyed since mum began to do it all those years ago. I was in trouble now, however. Gina's hand was beginning to have serious effects and I had to stop her for a moment or it would be over too soon.

"Gina love, stop for a minute, please!"

"Don't you like it? Toni does."

I laughed, "Gina, I love it but it'll be over too soon for me unless you stop me."

She laughed, "Kate talked about that. She said you'd show me!"

"Did she now," I said with a laugh, "OK. Pay attention now!" She laughed and moved her head down to my cock, sticking up proudly. She seemed keen to taste the pre-cum leaking out of the end as she bent her head, tongue poking out.  




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 07



"Hell no Gina, not yet." She looked up and pouted. I nearly lost it then. "Gina, Gina, oh Gina! Quickly now. Look at my cock. See at the base where the vein joins just above my balls." She nodded, licking her lips in a most provocative way. "Well just use your finger and thumb to close that off. Try." So she did, squeezing the vein. "Just a bit lower and squeeze a bit tighter," I said breathlessly. She did. "Mmm, that's it," I said. "Now, when I say or when you think I'm going to cum, squeeze tight." I laughed, "You can only do it so many times before it starts to hurt but it will keep me going longer!"

She smiled sexily, "Mmm, I like that idea. Will it work on Toni?"

I laughed, "As far as I know it works on all men," I said, "but surely you don't need it with him?"

"But he could keep going even longer couldn't he," she said smiling.

"Come and kiss me you insatiable little minx, then you can suck my cock."

She looked coy for a moment, at my language I suppose, then smiled, kissed me, and moved her head to my cock. Looking up into my eyes she said, "You must tell me what you like then I can do it to Toni. Remember," she laughed, "you are teaching me!" My mind went back all those years to that weekend when mum taught Kate and my cock got even harder.

"You just do what you think Gina. It's for you to enjoy as well. Do you like doing it?"

"Mmm, it's exciting. I never know when he's going to . . . You know."

"Well now you can control that." So she bent her head and began. She seemed confident and quite practiced. I assumed that she had plenty of practice on Toni after that first time in the shower.

She started by licking the copious amount of pre-cum that had leaked while she had been softly wanking my cock. She seemed to like the taste because she covered my cockhead with her mouth and sucked getting another dose.

"Gina!!" I managed to say as a crisis approached. This prompted her finger and thumb, standing guard at the base, into action and my cum was prevented.

"That was quick!" she said as she lifted her head.

I laughed, "You've got a delightful mouth," I said, "as delightful as the rest of you. Lick it now, up and down like a lollipop. Mmm, that's nice. Suck every now and again but not too hard. Mmm, now use your tongue on the end – pretend it's an ice-cream. Oh fuck, yes Gina. Yes, do that!" She was following my instructions to the letter and it was bloody marvellous.

"Teeth now Gina," she looked up in surprised, her mouth still round my cock, "only gently Gina. Thaaaaa . . . .ts, oh fuck, yes. That's right." She pulled my cock from her mouth with her teeth just touching giving that extra sensation as they closed on the tip of my cock.

"Oh fuck yes Gina. Now, start at the, oh bloody hell, yes like that!" She was nipping all round the base of my cock with her teeth, the licking, then nibbling. "Yes Gina, oh fuck, now up to the top like . . . fuck! Yes like that. Quick Gina!!"

She pinched the base again stopping my orgasm, took my cock out of her mouth, and said with a petulant pout, "I want it soon then I want you again."

I smiled back and, rather sexily, said, "If Toni were here you could have him at the same time!" Her eyes widened at the thought and my cock was almost there. I could see Toni thrust fully into her, cumming inside her pussy as I filled in her mouth. It obviously excited her because her mouth went straight back to my cock and sucked 4 inches inside. Her tongue was working overtime, laving the head and poking at the tiny hole in the end. It was too much.

"Gina love, please!!" She must have heard me because she released the pressure at the base of my cock. Two sucks, one lick, and a couple of strokes and I was on the way.

"Coming Gina," I managed to say. I wasn't sure whether she would want to take it in her mouth so I, sort of, tried to 'pull out' but she was having none of it, holding me fast as I began to cum. She kept on sucking, pulling spunk out as I pulsed. It was bloody fantastic. God knows where she'd learnt this, practice I suppose, but it was good! I think she must have swallowed some because she didn't lose any out of her mouth and there was a lot! Finally I was finished despite her continued sucking and wanking.

"Gina love, stop now please." She pulled her head up and smiled, licking her lips then swallowing the remains of my sperm. "Come here you little minx," I said with a smile, "where did you learn to do that. It was bloody good."

"Practice," she laughed, "Toni likes it a lot and I like his taste," she gave me a coquettish glance, "yours is nice as well."

"Good," I said, "now give me a kiss." This seemed to surprise her.

"But . . ."

"That doesn't matter," I said, "I want to kiss you. Come here little minx," and I reached up and pulled her down planting my lips on hers. My tongue probed at her lips and they opened, along with her eyes, wide in surprise. Our tongues met and danced and I tasted myself in her mouth for the first time. We pulled apart breathlessly after a long and tender kiss. Strange feelings were stirring inside me and I couldn't put a finger on them. It wasn't love, well perhaps it was but it wasn't the same as for Kate. Not as strong, not as focussed. She was looking at me strangely as well and she suddenly looked so young, so vulnerable. So much so that a sudden urge to protect her sprung up in my body. I felt, and I know this is going to sound ridiculous but it was how I felt, sort of fatherly to her. Hell, I know I'd just fucked her and filled her mouth with spunk but that didn't matter. She seemed to be looking at me the was a daughter looked at her father, almost needing that reassurance.

Confused at my feelings, I held her tightly to me and suddenly thought, with and inner smile, still committing incest – although in the mind only! I was old enough to be her father and she had, sort of, lost her family who had disowned her, so I suppose she could see me as something of a father figure as well as a lover. Complicated! Still it didn't effect the fact that I still wanted her and I don't think she was finished yet either. Although, as she looked at me, she did seem puzzled; as if her feelings were difficult to identify but she seemed happy. Certainly happy to carry on because she gave me a big smile and said, "I hope you haven't finished yet?"

I laughed out loud, "Finished? No," I said with a great big leer, "I haven't anything like finished with you, you little minx. Lay back now and let me make love to you while I recover."

"Mmm, that sounds nice. Will it take long?" This last with a coy glance down at my, rather limp just now, cock.

I stroked her cheek as I laid her down on her back, "Not too long with a beautiful woman like you."

"Kate said you were a flatterer but that you were only after one thing," she said with a smile.

"True," I said with a laugh, "but you are beautiful," I added then looked down at her.

She looked so lovely lying there, lovely and vulnerable. This feeling that she was mine, available, was quite overwhelming. Not at all like the feelings I had for Kate but strong nevertheless. I bent forward and kissed her full lips gently probing with my tongue. Her mouth opened and our tongues met in a soft and sensual embrace. Her hands came up and held my head, running her fingers through my hair. I ended that kiss then kissed her cheeks, her eyes, her nose, and down her neck and shoulders. She was purring now, sounding almost like a big cat, purring in pleasure. That purr increased in tempo as I found the rise of her breasts but that wasn't enough for me so I undid the little catches on her basque thingy and opened it. Hell she was lovely. Her breasts weren't large, as I've said, but the shape was perfect. Small hillocks with light brown nipples atop. Small nipples that were hard now in her arousal. 

I covered them with my mouth. I sucked, gently bit, licked, and tasted her. I covered all of her breasts with my mouth, my hands. By the time I had finished she was moaning in pleasure, holding my head to her bosom unwilling to let me go but I wasn't finished with her body, not by a long chalk. I undid the rest of the catches and eased the basque away. My tongue continued it's journey across her tummy, stopping to explore her tiny button eliciting a soft giggle and a wriggle. Then I undid the suspenders so I could move the material completely away at the front – I'd deal with the back later.

Soon my tongue was at her mound and my teeth were teasing her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Her moans were louder now and, when my tongue drew across her sex, she gave out a cry and her hands pressed my head to her. I licked her there, pushing my tongue gently into her vagina and teasing the silky walls. She was enjoying this, moaning softly and rolling her hips but now it was time for my pleasure.

Lifting my head I smiled and said, "Turn over Gina, face down." Her eyes widened now and she looked apprehensive. She knows about anal sex I thought. Kate or her mother I wondered. Anal sex is common, I understand, in southern European countries, used as a means of birth control despite being against all the doctrines of the church. I leant forward and softly kissed her then whispered, "Don't be afraid. Nothing like that," her eyes widened in realisation, "I just want to love you, to kiss you." She took a deep breath, smiled, then languidly turned over. I knelt up and looked down at her. Bloody hell she was beautiful like this.

I've said she wasn't slim, having a very fulsome Italianate figure. Wide hips and a gorgeous full bottom. Her waist wasn't narrow, rather like Kate, she didn't have the 'coca cola' bottle shape but she was in perfect proportion – well perfect for someone like me who worshipped the female derriere.

By now JT was beginning to recover despite my earlier discharges: looking down at her was certainly helping! How I longed to just open her legs, climb between, and take her anal virginity, for virgin I was sure she was. The full cheeks of her bottom met at a narrow valley where her most private of pleasure tunnels was just visible. I took a deep breath and suppressed these base, but oh so understandable, desires and vowed to treat her with respect and care.

I began my exploration by undoing the final two suspenders and removing the garment. Dressed now only in stockings she was glorious. She'd ended up with her legs slightly apart and I began taking my pleasure (and giving her some!) by kissing the backs of her knees. When my tongue touched her there, through the material, she let out a gasp then a long sigh. My tongue travelled along the back of her thighs, leaving the material and encountering flesh, soft, tender, down covered skin. It was so erotic, so exciting.

I reached the swell of her bottom but skipped now, right across her cheeks, to the small of her back. From there I worked upwards to her sloping shoulders then back to the base of her spine. All the while she was shivering, seeming tense as she, I suppose, wondered what would happen. Now to the main course.

Gently I eased her legs open. She tensed even more so I leant forward and whispered, "Gina love, there's nothing to be frightened of." I turned her head so I could look in her eyes. "Your virginities are for you to give to Toni," I whispered, "not to me." Her eyes widened as she realised what I was saying then a soft smile and her hand pulled my head to her mouth.

"Will you teach me?" she asked coyly.

I smiled, "Kate and me will teach you Gina but Toni will be the first."

"And you will be the second," she said breathlessly then laid her head down and smiled. "I'm waiting," she added.

Well, of course, by now my cock was so hard I thought it might break. How could I not take this woman's arse. Bugger her and take my pleasure. I honestly think she would have let me, well try at least, but I took a deep breath and thought of the possibility in the future. Now I would see whether she enjoyed attention there. I rather suspected, from her manner, that she did.

So I climbed in between and looked down at the sight that has been the major stimulation all my life – and still is. Mind you, not quite so effective now as age wreaks it's revenge, although the lovely woman at my side as I write this does her very, very best! Gina was gorgeous. There was just enough flesh on her cheeks to give her that sumptuous curve that enticed and begged to be touched, kissed, stroked: and the valley between!? A very deep breath was needed and all the control I could manage. She seemed happy now, breathing shallowly awaiting what fate, and me, would bring her. Now I really felt something for her. She trusted me, trusted me completely. She must have, leaving herself so vulnerable. That knowledge made it easier. I had a responsibility now, a responsibility to her, to Toni, and to myself and Kate.

My hands found her wonderful flesh and began to stroke. Just using the tips of my fingers I drew my hands down across her bottom cheeks right to the back of her legs. A long sigh escaped her lips and she pushed her sex into to bed. I did this a few times then replaced my fingers with my tongue and mouth, kissing and licking, paying particular attention to the backs of her legs where her bottom jutted insolently. Now to the centre of her attraction for me, the narrow valley between her cheeks.

I started with my tongue at the base of her spine and ran it down, across her anus, right to the back of her pussy. This elicited a soft moan as I began, a tiny yelp as I crossed her anus, and a sigh as my tongue found the back of her pussy. I stayed there for a while, licking the silky walls as she pushed back into me. Then back, upwards to her bottom hole. The tiny, oh so tiny, star, with just the faintest suggestion of muscle, was delectable. I licked around the muscle, rimming the whole area, before gently probing. She moaned, she sighed, and she pushed back at my tongue. She liked it!

I lifted my head, leant forward and whispered again somewhat breathlessly I must admit, "Kneel Gina love, kneel." I think she sensed my arousal because she looked apprehensive again. I was sure now that she was aware of anal sex and was just a bit worried that she might be introduced to it right now. "It's all right Gina love, just kisses. Nothing more."

She smiled, showing her trust, and answered with a murmured, "Mmm, yes. Yes please," and she drew her knees up underneath her body, placing them slightly apart. She seemed to know the position because her head dipped to the bed and her bottom thrust out. God it was difficult because now she was almost irresistible. Like this, as any of you men know, her bottom cheeks parted and her valley of pleasure was totally open. Her sex, wet now from my tongue and her juices, was open and ready. Her anus, her arsehole, her back door, was available. Oh so tiny, a star begging to be touched, kissed, entered. Even now, with the lovely Miranda sitting beside me, I get excited at the memory of Gina. To be truthful, she hasn't lost any of her appeal although I haven't seen her like that for many a year.

Anyway, back to the past. I leant forward and tongued her pussy, probing inside and washing the walls. A long sigh, a moan, and a push backwards showed she was enjoying this attention. Then upwards across her perineum, smaller than Kate, to her anus. More forceful now, I couldn't help myself really. The animal in me was close now, faced with this almost overwhelming temptation, so I compromised and pushed my tongue gently into her ring, her oh so tiny, ring. She yelped, she moaned, and then pushed back so that the tip of my tongue squeezed past the muscle and teased her rectum.

I heard a torrent of Italian, "Gran Dio," being the main thing as I was carried away and began fucking her arsehole with my tongue. Gently though, very gently and not deep. Just the tip of my tongue. You must know me by now, I didn't want to put her off. I wanted her to want this and to want to experience more so I was careful, even in my aroused state I was careful. Selfish really but then it has always been my aim to please my partner because, in most cases, that meant my partner pleased me. So I was gentle but Gina was in something of a frenzy. Anal stimulation obviously excited her because she pushed back trying to take more of my tongue inside her arsehole but I didn't want to satisfy her desires just then, leave her wanting more. What I needed was to get my cock inside her and feel the warmth of her vagina gripping me so I knelt up, leaving the delight of her anus. Taking my cock in hand I introduced it to her pussy and thrust forward filling her with half my erection.

"Oh Gran Dio, yes. Oh yes, that is . . . Gran Dio!!!" This last as I filled her with the rest and began to fuck her hard, hard and deep. The 'male' had taken over now and I was going to take my pleasure from her. Hopefully she would also enjoy it but that was secondary to my pleasure. Grasping her hips I pulled her on and off my cock feeling it bottoming (excuse the word) inside her. By now she was screaming, in pleasure it turned out, and thrusting back to meet me. Two previous cums made me able to last longer and I revelled in the feeling in my cock and balls as I watched her arse hit my thighs. I could see her anus opening just a tiny amount as I filled her completely and I had to look away or I would have shot my bolt and I wanted it to last just a bit longer.

Still fucking her long and deep, I began to move my cock in her pussy side to side then tease her with just the head a few time before filling her again. Her moans grew louder and her backward thrusts harder as her orgasm approached. Try to focus, I thought, cum with her; so I controlled myself a bit then saw the muscles of her back begin to flutter and felt her pussy contract. Time!! Two or three more thrusts and I began to cum. It was as if I could feel the spunk leaving my balls and tracing it's way along my cock to be shot out the end. My head went back and I let out a loud, "Gina, Gina, take it Gina. Take my spunk!!!" and I just drove my cock into her. Her vagina was milking my cock, almost sucking the spunk, pulling it inside as if she needed it, wanted it. To be honest it was a pretty powerful orgasm. After five or six pulses the feeling faded and my cock began to shrink. I fell to the side breathless after my exertions and the terrific cum. Sweat was pouring off me and I just had to lay there for a moment to get my breath. Gina had collapsed face down, breathing as heavily as me but still having the energy to loop her arm and leg over my body. She was almost finished but not quite as it turned out!

"Oh Mike, Mike," she whispered kissing my lips and face, "that was, oh Dio, so good." Her hands roamed over my chest seeming to glory in the wetness of my sweaty body and hairs. She delved right down to my detumescent cock laying forlornly to one side. Oh the male curse, I thought with and inner sigh because I wanted for fuck her again and I wanted to fuck her arse. Perhaps I would have, I don't know, because I was mentally and emotionally hot for her but, thankfully I suppose, although the spirit was very willing, the flesh was too weak.

"I'm finished love," I said with a smile, "knackered," then I thought, "that means tired Gina. I'd love to but . . .!" She pouted. FUCK!!! She pouted. I lay there inwardly cursing my weakness.

But now she smiled, "I know," she said, "we have talked. You poor men!!"

I laughed, "Little minx," I said. "Give me a moment to catch my breath and I'll wash you."

Now an even bigger smile, "That would be nice," she said as her hand tenderly played with my spent cock and limp balls. "Perhaps I can have this another night?"

"Perhaps!" I said, "we will have to see how things go." She looked sad for a moment because this reminded her that her husband was in the next bedroom fucking my wife.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 07



"I want to," she said softly, "but I want Toni as well. Oh Mike, it will be all right won't it?" She was still unsure, mind it was a bit late now!

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "I'm sure it will be and then you can have us both." I wasn't sure that she immediately realised just what I had said or how it could be taken but it was obvious that, although inexperienced, she wasn't naïve because, after a few moments, she looked at me and blushed.

"Both of you?"

"Of course," I said with a smile, "you want me and you want Toni. Of course you can have both of us."

"Oh," she said blushing even more, "I thought you meant, oh . . . You know . . . Oh dear . . ."

"Thought I meant what . . .?" I asked teasing her. She looked away so I reached for her chin and turned her face towards me. "Don't be shy Gina. No secrets in the bedroom remember. What did you think I meant?"

"Oh, I can't say. You'll think I'm . . . Oh dear."

"Did you mean both together. Both at the same time. Two men and you?"

She took a deep breath, "Oh Gran Dio. I'm sorry . . ."

"Why?"

"You will think . . . You will think . . . I am bad."

I smiled and kissed her. "No, I won't think you're bad if you want me and Toni at the same time. Kate does." Now her eyes opened wide.

"She wants you both. Both together?"

"Yes," I said with a smile, "just like you." She looked away again troubled, I suspect, by how she would seem in my eyes. "You've read about it have you?" Mind you, I wasn't sure whether she'd read about a true double penetration, you know, one in front, one in back. Quite a few stories and articles just deal with what I call 'suck and fuck'. No DP but mouth and pussy. I was certain she was aware of anal sex by her reaction to me pleasuring her there but two at once?

She nodded shyly, "Yes."

"What about Toni?" Now she looked really embarrassed. I stroked her cheek, "No secrets!"

"We talked about it," she said suddenly.

"And . . .?"

"We were both excited but . . ."

"I guess you don't really know do you?" She shook her head. "Have you heard of adult movies, videos?"

She nodded.

"Have you ever seen one?"

"No."

"We have lots," I said with a smile, "and some of them show two men and one woman and some show two women and one man," I added. "Talk to Toni about it Gina. If you really want that he has to agree. I've already said that I want that with Kate. It's what she wants, has wanted for a long time."

"You don't mind?"

I laughed, "No. I think it will be pretty exciting. Mind you, I've never 'performed' with another man in the room or at the same time so that might be a bit of a problem. We've been watching these films for quite a while and they have always excited us both." Time to tell her how we felt.

"We've grown fond of you both Gina. Of course the sex is good," she smiled shyly, "but it's more than that. Coming together like this seems to have opened new doors for us, new feelings. It's difficult to explain really," I finished lamely, at a loss for words.

She reached and stroked my cheek, "We missed you both when you left the villa. Toni is very fond of you, you know. He talks about you all the time, what you've done, how successful you are. He says you're a good role model."

I laughed again, "You'll have to stop Gina, I'll be getting conceited!"

She was quiet for a while, just holding me and pensive. "You know he lost his parents, he told you." I nodded. She looked at me fixedly, "I think he see you as, I don't know how to say in English, but as a father."

This surprised me, "Surely not?" I said. This had suddenly raised an idea of how I felt about Gina, and about Toni.

"He does you know." Now she looked at me with those lovely brown eyes wide open, "I do," she murmured softly and looked away, apparently embarrassed.

"You do???"

"I'm sorry," she murmured.

"Sorry, you don't have to be sorry," I said stroking her cheek, "it's just that I'm surprised." Time to tell her. "Gina love, us now having children isn't by choice. We can't: neither of us." I laughed, "I fire blanks (that took some explaining!) and Kate has a problem with her eggs. We don't know what it's like to be . . . parents I suppose. Surely Gina, you don't feel like that do you?"

She looked at me like a little girl then. A little girl lost and I remembered what they had told us about her parents disowning her. Was that what I felt for her? Filial? Now I was confused. I'd just fucked her, cum three times at her 'hand' and I was having filial feelings towards her as she was to me. Well, I'd experienced incest the other way round hadn't I. Of course this wasn't 'incest'. She wasn't my daughter but, heck my feelings for her were strange and, to be truthful, they never changed. We both did come to look upon her as a daughter and upon Toni as a son. They became the family we never had but that is for later back to the 'then'.

I decided that this was too intense just now so I smiled at her, "Not too worry," I said, "as long as the feelings are good and, anyway, I want to wash you now. Would you like that?"

She seemed relieved that I had moved the conversation away from the difficult feelings she, and I, were having and she smiled seductively, "Mmm, that would be nice. Give me a minute?"

I nodded and she left for the en-suite. She called me a few minutes later and we showered together. She ended with her arm around my neck and my fingers stroking her pussy. I didn't intend to introduce a finger to her anus but I did exert just a little pressure there. This elicited a wide-eyed look that almost begged for more and a long, deep sigh followed immediately by a powerful orgasm that caused her legs to go. This did mean that her weight pushed down on my finger and it pushed past the muscle of her anus. She moaned even louder and pushed own some more. By the time she'd finished I was sure that Gina would be pretty susceptible to an anal probing!

After her orgasm we washed each other tenderly then snuggled up in bed. She did wear the most gorgeous silk pyjamas that almost had me interested again but, as before, whilst the spirit was very willing, the flesh was weak.

Chapter?? *Sunday and Monday

Oral/Straight/oral, (Kate describes her time with Toni)

Strangely I didn't go straight to sleep. Indeed I was restless that night. My dreams weren't simple. I didn't remember them but when I woke in the morning, very early, I had a sense of disquiet. I tracked it down pretty quickly as soon as I realised, in my half-awake state, that it wasn't Kate next to me but Gina. The realisation woke me up and the feeling of unease grew. She was next door, in the arms of another man. A man who had fucked her. All my certainty of the night before was quickly vanishing, turning to seeds of doubt which found fertile ground. I lay there for a while, awake and thinking of her. Trying to calm my racing heart. It was early, just beginning to get light. Gina was still asleep. I could hear her soft breathing.

I knew I had to go to Kate now, to find out, to settle my fears or know the worst so I eased myself out of bed. I suspected Kate would still be asleep, she was never an early riser unlike me but I knew that when she did wake she would want sex. I wanted to be there! Ridiculous I know after the night I had had with Gina and the night she had had with Toni but it felt so important to me and it would let me know how she felt.

I couldn't just leave Gina there so I softly kissed her cheek to wake her. Her reaction was funny, eyes opening then a look of shock as she recognized me. "Shush Gina love," I said as I began to think she had expected Toni and was concerned, "I need to see Kate and I think you need Toni." She smiled shyly and nodded. 

This could be difficult, I thought, will anyone be awake over there but the need for Kate was almost overwhelming. It wasn't a sexual need, I just wanted to hold her close and tell her I loved her. I crossed the landing and knocked quietly on the door. Surprisingly it opened almost immediately and Toni looked through the opening. I forced a smile because I wasn't feeling terribly happy just then but it wasn't his fault was it. He managed a smile back and I sensed confused feelings in him.

"I need Kate, Toni," I said softly, "and I think Gina needs you."

He smiled a shy smile, "Yes," he said and joined me. 

I didn't want there to be any bad feeling here so I clasped his shoulder and said softly and with a smile, "Everything is OK Toni, I just think we need to be together again."

He smiled back, "Yes, I think I want to be with Gina," he said then, nervously, "she is . . . fine!?" Did he mean Gina or Kate? I assumed he meant Gina.

"Mmm, yes she is fine and she loves you," I said, "go to her now and tell her you love her."

He nodded and left. I eased open the door to our bedroom. It was quite light by now and I could see Kate lying there, bedclothes over her head as usual. My feelings were overwhelming. Love, desire, sorrow, apprehension: loads of different things rushing through my mind as I looked down on her. Then the bedclothes moved and her head appeared – she was awake.

She looked at me and smiled, "I love you," she said and her arms reached out for me. It is impossible to say how I felt then, I don't have the words – I don't think there are any. I climbed into bed and held her, held her so tightly it must have hurt but she didn't mind because she was doing the same to me. It was as if we wanted to become one, meld into each other. It wasn't sexual, just being together was enough. I quickly realised she was crying – to be truthful, I wasn't far off either but her tears stilled mine as I tried to calm her.

I could do that because all my fears had disappeared with those three words which, together with the look on her face as she said them, told me there was nothing to worry about. Now I had to stop her soft tears.

I pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. Now she wouldn't meet mine so I used one hand to ease her chin upwards. "You can look at me love," I said with a soft smile, "I love you and I will no matter what. You must know that." That made her cry even more.

Finally she managed to talk, "On Mike, Mike love, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have wanted this. Darling, darling, forgive me, please!" She was pleading now, silly woman! Didn't she know that there was nothing to forgive and, even were there, I would. I was going to have to convince her so I had to get her to talk about last night because that was what was causing her sadness. I was certain she had enjoyed every moment and that was making her sad. If she talked about it, she could see that I was all right with it.

"Love, forgive you? There is nothing to forgive. We agreed didn't we. No doubts, no regrets," I said but I had to be honest with her. "I was worried love, worried that . . . Oh heck Kate. I should trust you but . . ." It was difficult but I had to say it. "You might prefer him to me." I suppose it came out a bit like a question because she smiled and stroked my cheek.

"Never," she said softly, "never." Then a kiss, "There's no other man who can replace you." She looked away then carried on. "Mike love, I enjoyed every minute with him. Every thing we did together. It was marvellous, wonderful, exciting but he wasn't you. It wasn't the same and, when we climbed into bed afterwards, I wanted you beside me. I'm sorry love. I want him again but I want you as well but I can live without him. It is different with you. I can't explain it but I do love you, you must never doubt that."

Her eyes were pleading as she said this and now I hated myself for doubting her. "I'm sorry as well Kate, love. I shouldn't doubt you," I said and I was aware that she didn't express any doubt about me with Gina. She was so sure of me you see, surer than I was of myself!

She perked up now, seeming to have put her blues behind her. "You haven't told me how you got on with Gina," she said smiling, "was it good?"

I laughed, happy now, "Yes it was but," I added seriously, "she wasn't you."

"Mmm," she murmured, "good." What she meant I don't know but she went on, "I want to hear all about your night with her. Do you want me to tell you about mine with Toni?" Well, to be truthful, I did. It would allow me to examine my feelings about them together and, if I told her about Gina and me, let her examine hers. If we did go on from here I was sure that the next step would be all four of us together so it was important to address how I felt now.

"Yes love, tell me. Did he come up with anything new?" I laughed.

"No," she laughed back then, "just himself!"

"Good, no worries there then – I have got something to teach him?"

"Mmm, I think you have love. It was good though. Shall I tell you?" She was still unsure how I would take it.

"Mmm, yes. I want to hear what you did then I'll tell you how I got on with Gina then, if you are really good minx, I might just fuck you!"

She smiled her sexy smile, "Mmm, I was hoping you would. OK, let me tell you all about last night." So she did. I won't go into detail here, just a sort of résumé.

She told me how she led him into the room then undressed him. He was so tense, she said, trembling with passion and nervousness. She wouldn't let him touch her yet, just stoked his body and looked at him. The she led him to the bed and sucked him. She laughed as she told me he nearly choked her, he had so much spunk. She swallowed some but had to let him go. He hit her cheek and chin with pulses she said.

"Mike, he was so upset he'd done that but I didn't mind?" She seemed to be asking whether I did.

"He's fertile?" I said with a smile showing I didn't.

"Mmm, very," she said with a answering smile then she carried on. She made him sit on the bed then, he wasn't soft she'd added with a smile, but she wanted to show herself to him just like she did to me. It must have been difficult for him because of the underwear she was wearing – one of my favourites. She wouldn't let him move as she posed, slowly stripping bits and pieces off. By the time she was naked she was ready for him and they rolled on the bed together. She was very stern, telling him he must control himself. She laughed as she told me he did, mainly in fear she said. 

He'd fucked her for some time before it became too much. Kate had had several orgasms with him inside her and she became very sad as she told me this.

"Oh Mike love, it was different," she looked in my eyes, "not like Geoff. That was . . . I don't know . . . wrong I suppose. It felt wrong at the time but I didn't know it. Last night was right, it felt right but it wasn't the same. Love, it was good and I enjoyed it but . . ."

"I know. I felt the same with Gina. It's OK love. It doesn't hurt. I'm all right with this." I kissed her, "I'm glad you enjoyed it!"

She smiled a 'thank you' smile then carried on. They'd lain together for a while then, holding each other. He had seemed to want that, just to hold her – I understood the feeling! After a while Kate had suggested a shower, cheekily asking him to wash her, which he did.

"He needs practice love, he's got a long way to catch you up!"

Afterwards they'd kissed and hugged for a while then Kate wanted to be kissed all over. He'd started with her breasts, spent a while there, then down to her pussy.

"He needs practice there as well," she said with a laugh, "mind you, he's not bad considering."

"I reckon he's been getting plenty of practice with Gina," I said with a smile, "she likes that."

"Oh," said Kate with mock surprise, "you kissed her pussy did you?"

"Amongst other things."

"What? You kissed other things or you did other things?"

"Both minx." I laughed, "don't be impatient. I want to hear everything you did last night."

She smiled her sexy smile and continued. He'd brought her to orgasm with his mouth and tongue – he didn't seem bothered at doing that, then she'd rolled him over and ridden him. He was surprised, she said, perhaps Gina hadn't done that. Anyway, she'd faced him first (cowgirl?) and they'd kissed. He was pretty hot, she said, and seemed to like it like that. Then she'd turned, showing him her bottom. He came almost immediately as she bounced on him and came herself. That put ideas into her head. 

He'd needed a bit longer to recover this time, fourth after all, but it didn't take long when she suggested he hadn't finished kissing her 'all over'. She turned face down and told him to carry on.

"Oh Mike, it was funny. He was speechless as he looked down at me."

"I'm not bloody surprised," I said with a smile, "you have got the most gorgeous arse."

"Thank you kind sir," she said with a laugh. "I think he likes bottoms Mike."

"Can't see how he could fail to seeing Gina's," I said laughing with her, "then, to be presented with you like that! I'm surprised he held out.!

She laughed, "He did rather well really. Oh Mike it was so exciting. Lying there looking back I could see his face. He looked confused, puzzled, but his cock was so hard and after three cums.

"'Well,' I said to him, 'aren't you going to kiss me all over?'

"All he could manage was 'oh Kate, oh'" She laughed and told me how she'd egged him on until he'd started on her back then down, missing her glorious arse, to her legs.

"I had to tell him to kiss me there Mike. Oh, he wanted too but he was shy. I told him he could and he did. Mike it was bloody good but frustrating." She was sad as she looked at me, "Mike, oh Mike, I want him there." Tears were near now.

"And I want you to have him there," I said with a soft smile and a stroke of her cheek, "after me?" I added.

Now she was hot, this was her fantasy wasn't it. To be filled with another man's cock after mine had filled her bowels with semen.

Her eyes held a question, "Yes, oh Mike, yes. After you. After you have fucked my arse, filled me with your lovely liquid. I want him there then, filling me with more. Oh Mike I'm sorry!!"

I smiled again, "Nothing to be sorry for. I want to see it love, see him doing that to you, see your face, see you enjoy it. It's all right love, I told you." She held me tight and kissed me.

"I love you, you beast," she said with a smile, "you just want to do it to Gina."

"Mmm, she has got a nice arse," I said, "but not as nice as yours."

"Silly," she said, "she has a much nicer arse than mine. I think you both will enjoy it."

"Enough minx, tell me the rest otherwise I'm going to have to fuck you before you hear about me and Gina!"

She pouted and very nearly did get fucked but she laughingly pushed me away then carried on. Finally, she said, he found her bottom with his hands and tongue. He kissed her there but not between. She had to coax him until finally, with a deep breath, his tongue found the glorious valley between the cheeks of her arse. He'd dragged his tongue across her anus causing considerable pleasure she said but he seemed reluctant to probe further so she'd turned to him and suggested he lick her anus.

"Oh Mike, it was so funny. He wanted to but he didn't, if you know what I mean!"

"No," I said with a smile, "I don't because I always want to lick you there!"

"Beast! I know but he was shy Mike, shy! 'You can', I said, 'I like that'," She laughed, "Mike, all he could manage was 'oh Kate' then he started. He's not as good as you but his tongue . . . Mmm, kiss me quickly then I'll finish." So I did and she did. He'd rimmed her for just a few moments they she'd knelt up and told him to fuck her. He didn't need telling twice, filling her with his erection.

'Do you like that?' she'd said and he seemed unable to reply.

'Do you like my bottom," she'd asked as he moved inside her.

'Oh Kate, Kate! Yes, oh yes,' was all he could manage.

'Would you like to do it there, put it in my bottom.'

She laughed, "It was too much for him Mike, he just came. Considering it was his fourth there was an awful lot. I think he wants to Mike, wants me there."




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 07



"I'm sure he does," I said with a smile, "he and Gina have definitely talked about that."

"They have?"

"Mmm, listen. Let me tell you about me and Gina." I told her all that we'd done and ended with our discussion about double teaming.

"They've talked about that as well?"

"It seems so love. They read about it in the magazines but I don't really think that Gina was talking about . . . you know, double penetration. She was just thinking about having two men, perhaps one in her mouth and one in her pussy."

"He really does want me there you know. He wants Gina like that as well."

"I'm not surprised," I said with a smile, "I do."

"Mmm," said Kate echoing my smile, "knowing you I'm sure you do! I asked him Mike. I said that he could have me there if you agreed." She laughed, "It was all he could do to contain himself, he was so excited."

"Not five surely?"

"No, unfortunately not, he was spent but he was excited at the thought. He was a bit quieter when I told him you wanted Gina like that as well."

"You didn't did you?"

"Mmm. I told him that he could have me there, I wanted him to, but you would, sort of, want Gina in return."

"Minx," I said with a smile, "you know I wouldn't say that."

"I know, but he doesn't," she laughed, "and he really does want me like that, we discussed it."

"Kate love, I'm not sure either of them really realise just what all this means, anal sex, double teaming, double penetration, two on one. I think we ought to give them a couple of videos and let them see what it's all about. I don't want to swap again too soon, I want to be with you, so they can have a couple of nights to watch, learn, and try things out."

"I'll have to talk to Gina though," she said, "I don't want them trying it, you know, anal, without her being prepared. It could turn them both off."

"Mmm, you're right. Look, why don't I take Toni for a walk to the club this afternoon and you can talk to Gina. Perhaps more than just talk . . ." I added with a smile.

"Mmm, we might watch one together then I can tell her all about it." She snuggled up to me, "Oh Mike I'm getting so excited about having you both. You don't mind?"

Well all this talk about double teaming was certainly interesting JT who certainly didn't mind. Truthfully, neither did I. "No love, I don't mind," I smiled, "in truth sweetheart I've got a bloody great hard on here that needs to find a home in the beautiful heaven between your legs!"

"Mmm, sweet talker, you just want to fuck me!"

"True," I said as I covered her mouth with mine. So began our early morning tryst. It was long, slow, and very loving. We got through most positions, Kate riding me for a time, but we ended up in a soft spoon. I think I've said that I like this because you can feel your love along your whole body and you can play. I slowly fucked her like this while one hand played over her breasts and the over her pussy. I'm not sure how long we stayed like this. Although I was hard and inside her it wasn't totally sexual. Just being this close to her was all I needed really. Both our movements were slow, refined and the final explosion wasn't really that. It was strange, strange but bloody good. The only way I can explain it is that my orgasm seemed to be in slow motion. The normal pleasure, tingling fingertips, a sort of cool jet of emotion, seemed to last longer and become more intense.

Kate said it was the same for her. I suppose it's all in the mind isn't it. We'd just had this, life-changing I suppose, night and now we were together again. It was as if we were cementing that bond; proving to each other that it couldn't be broken.

Anyway, afterwards we lay together for an age it seemed until, finally, we struggled to the shower. Now laughing and joking although a bit apprehensive about breakfast with Toni and Gina.

They weren't up when we got downstairs so Kate and I got some breakfast ready. They must have heard us because they came down a few minutes later. They were holding hands and did look somewhat sheepish, seeming embarrassed at meeting us.

Kate was wonderful. She hugged Gina, kissed her, and said, "Gina, oh Gina, thank you for lending him to me last night," then she flashed a glance at Toni, "he was very good!" This caused Toni to blush bright red and Gina to laugh shyly and it seemed to break the ice.

"Kate, he was? I am pleased." She giggled, "I've been training him you know." Then she turned to Toni, "I have haven't I?"

He smiled back at her, "Yes caro, you have," he said then gathered himself and turned to Kate. "Last night was wonderful," he smiled, "and I am glad I was 'good'. He turned to me, "My lovely Gina tells me you were good as well," he said with a smile, "and that you have some things to teach me?"

I looked at Gina and raised my eyebrows, "I don't know about that," I said with a smile, "I only know that I have you both to thank for a lovely night!" That made Gina blush as she looked at Toni for support.

"Now, now," said Kate laughing, "I think last night was good for all of us. Yes?" Everyone nodded. She looked around at us, "No doubts, no regrets?" she asked quietly.

Gina and Toni said, "No, no regrets," together then hugged each other. That meant all eyes were focussed on me.

"No," I said laughing, "no regrets, no doubts." I swept Kate up in my arms, "I enjoyed every minute of last night and of this morning." I looked at Gina and Toni, "As did you I hope?"

"Yes we did," said Gina with a big smile then crossed and hugged me before turning to Kate saying, "you did too?"

"Yes," she said with a smile, "we did, didn't we Mike?" I laughed and hugged her then Gina and finally Toni. I was surprised when he held me back. Oh, don't get me wrong. I am completely heterosexual (and so, incidentally, is Toni). As an Italian he was used to such contact – I just felt it was right. It seemed to break down any barriers between us and I noted the approving looks of both women as we parted.

"Well son," I said unconsciously acknowledging the strange feelings I was having about them both, "it looks like they've both got us trained!"

"Oh, not quite," said Kate with a laugh, "a few more things yet! Come on: breakfast!"

So Sunday began. It was a quiet day. After breakfast it was down to dressing then sitting, then lunch. I took Toni for a walk down through 'our' copse and on to the golf course. We spent a pleasant hour or two over a bottle of wine chatting to members. I was on the committee there (I'd been a member for nearly 17 years) so well known. I signed Toni in for temporary membership and we booked a round for Monday morning and a table for lunch: Kate would walk Gina over.

We got back quite late and to a scolding because they'd prepared dinner. Not bad really, we were well in time. We listened to some music after dinner as we downed liqueurs and coffee. It was so nice sitting in the lounge, arm around Kate, watching Toni and Gina in the same position. It made me feel, heck I don't know how it made me feel really. Comfortable, secure, homely even. I had had quite a lot to drink and was fairly 'mellow', unusual for me and I suppose that affected how I looked at them. Anyway, it felt good. The other thing was that I could see us, Kate and me, years ago. They were completely tied up in each other in that moment. It wasn't sexual, they just sat there holding each other and glorying in it. It's like that isn't it, if you really love someone, being near them, holding them, looking at them. I pulled Kate close in my pleasure at watching them and she snuggled up too, captured as I was in the 'domestic' moment.

It was a pleasant evening just being together. Gina and Toni got closer and tighter and, finally, with a somewhat apologetic glance in our direction, left for bed.

"Just like we used to be," said Kate with a smile, "remember those early days?"

"Mmm, they were good," I smiled and kissed her, "but the days are even better now."

"Yes," she said breathlessly, "they are. Come on, let's to bed." So we did and cuddled each other to sleep.

We made love softly and gently again on Monday morning then downstairs for breakfast with Gina and Toni. They seemed happy. Kate was taking Gina shopping while we played golf and they would meet us for lunch. We didn't ask them about the videos – we'd assumed they'd watched them. Kate had given them to Gina whilst Toni and I were out on Sunday. She'd also spoken about not trying anything till they'd had a longer talk.

It was Toni who broached the subject as we played. ""Mike," he asked pensively as we were walking together, "last night . . .?"

"Mmm," I muttered. I could sense his embarrassment so tried to ease it a bit. "No problems Toni, ask away. That's why I'm here really isn't it," I added with a laugh.

He laughed back, "I think there's more to it than that Mike. Those films . . ."

"Mmm. They didn't bother you did they?"

"Oh no, no, nothing like that. We'd read about most of the things. It's just . . . Mike it was so exciting. To see it like that. You know, Kate must have told you . . . And Gina . . . I don't know whether I should want things like that. Whether we should . . . Mike I'm confused. Excited and confused."

I stopped then and checked we weren't holding up someone else. It was quiet so I just took his arm, "Toni, finish this hole then we'll talk." So we did then drifted off into the trees to sit and chat.

"Toni," I said quietly, "I'm not surprised you're a bit confused. Reading about all that stuff is OK but when you actually see it, see what it means, it can be a bit, I don't know, overpowering I suppose. I was lucky, it wasn't like that for me."

"I wondered," he said, "you and Kate, you are so . . . experienced." He laughed nervously.

I knew I'd have to tell him about Angela. Oh, not by name, just part of the story of how I leant about sex. "Sit back for a while Toni and I'll tell you a story." So l told him how I was seduced by an older woman and inducted into the joys of sex, heterosexual sex, in all its splendour. It took a while and several pairs played through with a wave as we sat talking.

"It must have been fun," he said when I finished.

I laughed, "Oh yes, believe me, it was fun. I had lots of women Toni. I'm not always proud of that but I was always searching for one who, I don't know, gave me that extra feeling. Then I found Kate," I laughed again, "or rather she found me." He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I think I'll let her tell you the story," I said with a smile, "it is hers really, mine as well but mainly hers." As ever, when I thought of her giving most of her teenage years over to yearning for me, I became sad. He noticed.

"It is important to you?"

"Toni, son, you can never know but perhaps you'll understand when, and if, she ever tells you. Now," I said drawing a deep breath, "back to last night and the films. You need to know some things about them Toni. First, they're not 'real'."

"Oh I know that, we both do."

"Mmm, I know. What I mean is that what you see isn't what really happens. I'm not doing this very well, heck. It's all staged Toni, not one continuous shoot and the girl is always 'prepared'."

"Prepared?"

"Kate spoke to Gina yesterday about it. Did she say anything to you?"

He laughed, "No, not really. Errrmm, we were busy . . ."

"But you didn't do anything . . . out of the ordinary?" I said quickly, fearing the worst.

"No," he said with a smile, "to excited for that. Anyway Gina wouldn't let me. Told me I had to wait."

"Good," I said forthrightly, "it doesn't do to go off 'half-cocked' (and that took some explaining I can tell you!)." I went on to explain about what he had seen.

"What you saw was pretty heavy," I said, "pretty advanced! I'm sure a woman has to be really ready to take on two men Toni, really want it."

"Gina does," he said quietly. "She wants us both. Even like . . . you know . . ." I wasn't sure whether he was having trouble with this. Her admission that she wanted me. I reached out to touch his shoulder.

"Toni, are you OK?"

"Mmm, yes. I'm OK with this Mike." He fixed me with his eye, "I wouldn't, don't, want her to go with anyone else but it's different when I think of her with you, with us, because I think of Kate. This is so difficult Mike. I never realised that doing this would feel so . . . strange. I want Kate so much Mike. I love Gina more than anything but . . . I don't know how I feel about Kate. She overwhelms me Mike. When I'm with her . . ." I knew how he felt, she overwhelmed me; always did!

I laughed, "I know, she has the same effect on me! I don't think you have to worry about this Toni. Kate wants you, of that you can be sure, and she wants to do all those things, has for years. We've played out fantasies based on films for ages."

"Fantasies?"

"Mmm, pretending there's another man, being different people, all sorts of things."

"How . . .?"

"We use toys."

"You use . . .?"

"Yes, we use toys. That's how Kate knows something of what it feels like to have 'two at once'." Now to move on to the crux, the anal sex. "Toni I know you want Kate like in the films, you want her bottom don't you?"

Now he looked downcast. Embarrassment and shame flashed across his features. "Hey," I said with a smile, "hey. It's OK. Toni she enjoys that. I do. We do it often. She wants you Toni and I know she wants you like that. You want Gina like that as well don't you?"

He took a deep breath. "Yes, yes I do. Ever since I read about it, about the possibility, but . . . Well it seemed wrong."

I smiled, "I'm not sure that anything that two people do with each other when they 'make love' is wrong. If both agree and both want it but Toni anal sex is different. All the other things," I laughed, "sucking, licking, straight sex come naturally but you can't just rush into a woman's bottom!" He raised his eyebrows.

"I know that Kate has spoken to Gina about this Toni, that's why she said no last night. My experience has been, and I've had an awful lot of experience, is that you have to be caring and gentle and the lady has to be ready, prepared for the," I laughed, "'ordeal'." I fixed him with my eyes. "It hurts Toni, hurts her the first few times, even if she likes it." He looked concerned now.

"I don't want to hurt Gina, or Kate." 

I smiled, "You won't hurt Kate, she's used to it and, as I said, she enjoys me there often but it will hurt Gina. Kate can help with that, the first few times." It was becoming difficult now because I didn't think I could explain how Kate was 'broken in' if you'll excuse the term.

"Gina will want you to be the first, perhaps the only, man she takes there. It's special Toni, when a woman gives you that with love, very special and she may want to keep that just for you. She must be prepared Toni."

"Prepared?"

"I don't think I can put this delicately. That part of the body is not meant to take things in like the front. You understand?"

"I think I do."

"It can be messy, uncomfortable, and downright dangerous for both parties if she isn't empty."

"Ah, I understand. She has to . . . you know . . . to the toilet."

I laughed, "Yes but she needs to be . . . hell this is difficult . . . empty."

"Empty?"

"To enjoy sex there properly and safely she must be completely empty. The girls you see on the videos prepare themselves by having an enema. Kate does the same."

"Ah, I see. And that is what Gina must do?"

"If you want her there, and she wants that too, yes. She does you know. She told Kate."

He smiled, "Yes, she told me too," then he added seriously, "and she wants you there."

"Toni, are you sure?"

He smiled again, "Yes. It's what we both want Mike. To share each other. To be with you. She wants us both as well," he laughed, "mind you she was a bit apprehensive after she watched the films."

I laughed, "I'm not surprised," I said, "it's pretty advanced stuff. But Toni, I don't think that she should try anything like that yet. Kate wants us both, has since we met you, and she HAS seen the films and knows what is coming. Gina hasn't even lost her anal virginity yet. Toni, softly, softly on that. Take it slowly. You're both learning, learning to enjoy. Save that for later."

He took a deep breath, "Yes, I think you are right. Will Kate say this to Gina?"

"Yes, I think she will. Kate was taught you see, taught all about anal sex. We might tell you about it one day, and I think she wants to teach Gina in the same way. It becomes 'easier' if an experienced woman teaches a novice and she'll be able to see what it is like when you have Kate like that."

"You will allow that, even though Gina cannot?"

"I don't know about 'allow' Toni. I don't own Kate but if you mean do I mind. No. No I don't. It's what she wants. It will make her happy and anything that makes her happy is all right by me."

"You are not jealous?"

"That depends on what you mean by 'jealous'. Jealousy is a difficult feeling isn't it. I suppose I am 'jealous' but I love her Toni. It's a cliché I know but I do. Totally and completely. But love doesn't mean ownership, it means caring, wanting, needing – all selfish emotions located inside you – but it also means wanting things for the one you love as well. We talked about this a lot before we decided to 'swap' and after we met you."

"After you met us?"

"Yes," I laughed, "after we met you. Don't be naïve Toni, you are a handsome young man. Many women would fall at your feet when you turn on that smile." He didn't blush because he knew it was true. "That she wanted you was obvious and you're young . . . Well I'm sure you can imagine my fears."

"But you are not old!"

"No but I am 14 years older than you and Kate is 5 years younger than me. That's why I needed her yesterday morning." I smiled sadly, "I should trust her really but when you love someone so much and you take risks, and you are a risk, you worry." I took a deep breath, "But that's past now. No worries, no regrets, just a desire to experience the feelings that we both have about you and about Gina. We want to teach you, enjoy you, and we want you two to enjoy us and each other. So," I went on smiling, "that's bared my soul. Back to the point.

"I reckon that they are going to suggest a foursome tomorrow."

"Foursome?"

"Yes, the four of us in the same room. Swapping, moving about, changing partners." He looked somewhat apprehensive. "Mmm," I said with a laugh, "it is a bit daunting. We men aren't really used to performing in front of each other are we?"

He laughed back, "No, I don't think so. I never thought about it but now I do . . ." he looked embarrassed, "I don't know."

"Yes, I know what you mean. I've never done it either. To be honest the first time I ever saw an erect cock other than mine was at the villa a month ago – in the flesh I mean," I added with a laugh, "I've seen plenty on video but that's not the same is it. They're performing, acting out the encounter, and they are professionals. I'm willing to try Toni, old son, because I think they will want it and I think they will do their best to make sure we 'perform'. And," I carried on, "I think we might just enjoy ourselves!"

He laughed, "Yes, yes Mike, I think we will. Mind you," he added, "they will too!"

"Come on, there's a gap, let's play on. We can discuss this later if we need to," and, with that, we picked up our round.

We were both fairly subdued after our chat, worried I suspect about the coming night. It was certainly something different! It didn't do much for our games either. Both of us had a terrible round but we were cheered when we got back to the clubhouse by the sight of our beautiful women. I don't know whether they did it on purpose but they looked fabulous and they were so, how can I say, not exactly sexy, although that was part of it, just alive, joyous, full of joie de vivre. To be honest, it was impossible not to be happy around them that lunch time. They didn't flirt or do anything 'outrageous' – it was the golf club after all, but it was plain that the bonding (i.e. shopping) had gone well and there were plenty of references to some new clothing for later in the week. In their way they made it clear that tonight was to be a quiet affair, no swapping, foursomes, just togetherness. So lunch was a pleasant, and rather long, meal.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 08



Hi,

Here is Part 8 of 'Kate'. Still swinging! This is the foursome so the 'Mike is a wimp, Kate's a whore' brigade - don't read any further! Very hardcore at the end for Kate's fantasy but, hopefully, all ends well. In the light of the very negative comments posted I would welcome some support so please, if you are enjoying the story of Mike and Kate, let me know. Thanks Anon UK. Hope to continue soon but will be some delay – very busy and on hols.

The Warning:

If you have read this series before you will know what to expect; if not please take the time to read the introduction to TWIML, Ch.3-Pt.1. It does explain the story and how it is posted and I prefer it if my readers know what is coming! If you don't read that introduction then please don't complain about the content.

Chapter 37Tuesday brings the foursome!!!

Oral (both)/straight (various positions).

I awoke next to my love and, as usual, spent a few moments looking down at her. I love to do this, always have, always will. I've always been an early waker, usually before my love, so this is something I've enjoyed all my life. Kate was restless in bed and I didn't often get any covers so was used to sleeping 'cold'. Now she looked so lovely. I eased out of bed and showered then downstairs to get breakfast. She didn't wake – not unusual!

I'd got breakfast ready by the time she came down, yawning as usual. "You didn't wake me," she said accusatively.

I laughed, "I need my strength for tonight. Can't be letting you have your way with me this morning!"

"Beast," she laughed, "I wouldn't. You need to be at your best tonight." Then she was suddenly sad. "Mike. It is all right isn't it?"

I held her to me, "Love, off course. Whatever you want you know. Anything! I love you, you know. You don't have to feel this way!" 

She took a deep breath. I knew just what she wanted. "Oh love, I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I shouldn't!"

"Silly! I can't wait to see you face. Kate, love, just enjoy. Heck, I love you."

She pulled my head down and kissed me. It was a kiss that promised so much. "Much more of that and you'll be face down over the kitchen table," I said with a laugh.

"Mm," she said with a provocative smile, "now there is a thought!" but she escaped my embrace and began to set breakfast, "but you have to wait. We have got some treats for you tonight." She held me tight then her usual self shone through. I made to kiss her again and run my hands over her lovely bottom.

"No beast," she said laughing, "I know you, you just want start early and see all the things!"

I laughed back, "Too right! OK breakfast now minx," and so we laid out everything then ate. Toni and Gina came down together looking happy and joined us.

We were taking them for a drive today, showing them something of England's 'green and pleasant land' so after breakfast it was dressing then into the car. It was a 'fun' day. We drove to the coast, to a seaside town. So different from Italy they were amazed. Lunch was taken in a 'pub'. They couldn't get over the whole idea of a 'pub' and all the things that meant – and the fact that you couldn't get a cup of coffee! (Well you couldn't in those days).

It was a great day full of fun and laughter, just enjoying being with people we were both coming to love. What sort of love we weren't really sure but, talking about the visit afterwards, it became obvious that Gina and Toni, as well as becoming sexual partners, were beginning to fill a void in our lives.

They left Toni and me alone again when we got in, cooking a 'special dinner' they said – and it wasn't the food!

We chatted about many things. Business in particular. I wanted to, I don't know, bring him into the fold I suppose. Make sure he was successful and we made some plans for the future. We spoke about the villa. How to add bedrooms. It was quite difficult because there wasn't much land each side and we couldn't build up. Toni said he would consult a local architect who was used to the problem.

After this long discussion about serious things I finally turned to him, "So, looking forward to tonight then?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yes," he said laughing back, "but a bit nervous."

"Mmm, so am it but I am intrigued by the new underwear!"

"New underwear, new underwear?" said Kate as she and Gina came into the lounge, "who's got new underwear?"

"We were rather hoping that you two had," I said with a smile, "Particularly if you want us to be on out best behaviour tonight." My way of signalling to Kate that I had spoken to Toni about tonight's possibilities.

She picked it up straight away. "Oh, so you," lots of emphasis, "you want to play tonight do you? What do you think Gina, shall we let them play?"

Gina pouted outrageously, firstly at Toni then at me, then said, "Only if we can all play together," with a wicked smile.

I looked at Toni and winked, "Mmm, sounds good to me eh Toni?"

He smiled, at ease now we were all together in this, "Yes, that does sound rather good. What do you think Kate," he added with a look in her direction.

"Oh, I think it's a marvellous idea," she responded with a laugh, "providing you two do just as you are told! Now, enough of this banter," she added in mock seriousness, "Gina and me are going to get dressed for dinner. I suppose you men will just stay as you are?"

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "yes we will and await your return oh mistress mine!"

"Less of the mistress," said Kate with a laugh, "see you in a minute."

About an hour later we heard them coming down the stairs laughing and joking with each other then Gina came into the lounge.

Now I should mention how they were dressed for dinner because it was obvious that their main aim was to get Toni and me as hot as possible. Gina first. She wore her hair loose with a slight up curl. She was wearing some of Kate's jewellery, primarily diamond earrings that hung about two inches and matched a diamond choker type necklace.

Her dress was a thick black fishnet affair cut low over her delightful bosom with three tiny black chains hanging between. Gina often favoured black for sexy dresses and lingerie – we didn't mind, it always looked fantastic. It was almost totally see-through without being so – if you know what I mean. The soft texture of her, slightly dark, skin shone through. Underneath she wore a flesh coloured bra and black panties, the outline and shape of which was obvious. Add to that three inch heels on open shoes and you can imagine just how shaggable she looked. I had to hold Toni back! Mind you, I had to hold myself back. She looked absolutely fantastic.

"Mmm, that's got your interest," said Kate as she entered the room behind Gina.

If anything she was even lovelier. I know I felt like throwing her on the sofa and screwing the arse off her there an then but I was pretty sure she wouldn't stand for it. Well not before dinner anyway!.

Kate was wearing her hair just a bit longer than usual just now, it hung below her shoulders, and was very dark, almost black. I liked it like that now and again. I should say that Kate was fond of changing her appearance: different hair colour, different lengths, sometimes wigs. She would apply make-up as well to give a totally different feeling. It stemmed from our love of role-play I suppose. I would even change hair colour or style sometimes. We might both wear specs: something I liked a lot on Kate. I've never been able to understand the saying that 'guys don't make passes to girls that wear glasses'. I've always found spectacles on women very appealing.

Anyway, to Kate's dress that evening. She was wearing a see through silky/nylon thingy – I don't know what to call it, that reached her waist. It had long sleeves and a pretty leafy type design across the bust. It hid nothing because I could see that she was wearing a white bra designed to lift and squeeze her boobs together. All I wanted to do was bury my face in between! 

Around her waist she wore a loosely tied shawl pinned at the side. This was s bit more opaque than the top but it was still easy to make out the shape of a pair of fairly miniscule white panties that I could see matched the bra. All this was finished off with four inch court shoes which emphasized the shape of her bottom to perfection.

As to jewellery, she wore two inch hoop earrings and a matching hoop necklace with a tiny jewel hanging on her bosom.

I couldn't take my eyes off her!

"Got you as well," she said with a big smile. "No you bloody don't," she added with a laugh as I made to grab her. "You don't get to touch just yet. Anyway, this is only for starters."

Christ, I thought, they've got more stuff for later. "Well Toni old son, looks like playtime is going to be fun tonight."

He took a deep swallow as he dragged his eyes away from these two glorious examples of femininity then smiled and said, "Yes, I think it will be."

Gina walked over swaying her, oh so inviting, hips and kissed him. Then over to me for another kiss as Kate bent and kissed Toni. I stood and, as Kate came to kiss me, grabbed her and held her close, "God woman you are sexy," I said as I kissed her. "How the hell do you expect us poor men to eat tonight while you sit there like that?"

She laughed as she pulled away, "Oh, I expect you'll manage. I told you, this is only the hors d'oeuvres. Wait till you see the main course. Now away you naughty man. Gina come, let's leave them to exercise their imagination while we rustle up the meal." And with that they left the room, bottoms swaying enticingly.

Toni looked at me and smiled, "Dio!!!" he said.

"I'll second that," I laughed. "We are going to be busy tonight Toni but, then again, I suspect we'll enjoy it!" He laughed and we chatted for a while before the girls called us in for dinner.

The meal was difficult. Difficult because it was almost impossible to concentrate on the food which was, by the way, excellent. They treated us like a couple of Greek gods, serving food and wine as we needed it. Not that I drank very much, or ate really, I was concentrating on the heavenly bodies flitting around the dining room. Sometimes they would even pick food up on a fork and feed it to us all the time crooning how much they were looking forward to later on. If I was mesmerised poor old Toni was speechless, almost unable to get hold of himself at this 'assault' by these two fabulous women. 

I took control at the end, shooing them out of the kitchen while I railroaded Toni into helping with the clearing away. It gave us both a breathing space and, shit, did we need it. I know that I'd been on constant 'alert' all thought the meal as they brushed up against me, bent in front, showed off their bodies. I can only think that they knew we were a bit unsure about our performance later on, two men sort of thing, so they were doing this to wind us up. I do know that it worked. I don't know about Toni but all I could think about was screwing the arse of Kate and/or Gina!

Well, we cleared up and made coffee, jokingly talking about their behaviour and their dresses, then back to the lounge. They were much more subdued then, almost as if they wanted to calm us down. They sat apart and invited us to sit by them, Kate to me and Gina to Toni. Coffee was taken quietly, softly, with gentle caresses that, in their own way, were just as exciting as the 'over the top' behaviour of the meal. There wasn't much conversation, most of the communication being by touch and in looks. It seemed they were happy to just be held, be loved, be admired, before the evening 'took off'. This seemed to go on for quite a while then Kate kissed my cheek, stood, and said to Gina who was, by the way, snuggled up to Toni, "Are you ready?"

Gina kissed Toni's cheek, smiled and nodded.

Kate turned to me, "We're going to get changed now and to get ready. Is that all right?" The way she said 'get ready' made it clear that, tonight, she would prepare her bottom and she wanted me to approve. Her eyebrows raised and she looked concerned as she waited my reply.

"Mmm," I said with a smile, "sounds good to me. And you can show Gina the ropes can't you?" I was making it clear that I knew what she wanted tonight, how she wanted the night to end and she would know that this was an opportunity to show Gina all about anal sex.

She smiled back and crossed to take Gina's hand, "Come on Gina, put him down. You can have much more of him later . . ." and, with a wicked smile at us both, she pulled Gina up and out of the room. As she left she turned and said to us both, "Be ready you men, we want you tonight but you must do as you are told but we might be a little while!" and she left.

I turned to Toni, "Are you OK with this Toni?"

He smiled his slow smile then laughed, "I don't think I have much choice Mike. The way they behaved tonight I expect they won't take no for an answer!"

I laughed in return, "Mmm, perhaps you're right. Bloody hell Toni, but don't they look fabulous. God knows what they'll wear tonight."

"They have been shopping," he said with a smile, then more seriously, "what will happen Mike?"

"To be honest Toni, I don't really know," I said with a soft smile. "We've never done this before either but I think they'll be in charge, we just do as we're told, perhaps take over when the opportunity arises? Whatever happens I expect we'll enjoy it."

"Yes," he said. "Mike," he went on pensively, "what did Kate mean when she said 'get ready'? It meant something I think."

I took a deep breath. It was only fair that he knew what to expect after all. We'd all been rather unkind to him on that first night at the villa so I felt the need to be open with him, and it was something new to him as well. "She meant she was going to get ready for anal sex." His eyebrows shot up.

"You mean . . . .?"

"Yes, she wants to show you and Gina all about it and Toni," deep breath, "she wants you there after me." He looked shocked and went to speak. "Wait Toni, let me explain." He had to know how she felt about this, about him, about me, about us. "It's been her fantasy for a long time Toni. To have another man . . . oh how shall I put this? To have another man inside her, filling her with his seed. Toni, you're that man." Again he looked shocked.

"I need to explain. Our feelings for you two are difficult," I said intensely. "When I was with Gina, Toni," thankfully that didn't seem to bother him, "I had strange feelings. Oh not like with Kate. I love her more than anything – you know that, it's how you love Gina but . . . Bugger, this is hard. Toni, my feelings were paternal. Hell, sexual but paternal as well. This is so hard to explain . . ."

"I know," he interrupted then signalled for me to wait. "Mike, Gina and I have spoken of this. These feelings. I love Gina, as you say, I love her totally but how I feel about Kate . . . She moves me Mike. She make me feel . . . Dio, non lo so, I don't have the English. I look up to her, she is, is . . ." he was obviously having difficulty finding the words. "We talk, Gina and me, we talk about you. About you both. How you make us feel." He was intense now, very intense. "You are much older . . ." I raised my eyebrows with a smile trying to ease his tension (and mine) and it brought a smile, "perhaps not that much," he added, "but you are older and . . . Well you know about me. For me, in this short time, you are . . . important, someone to look up to and Kate," he took a deep breath, "Kate is your wife and you give her to me."

"Hold on Toni," I interrupted, "I don't 'give her to you', she makes that decision. She wants you, but it's more than just sex. You need to understand that." Time to try to explain. "We can't have kids Toni. No family for us." He looked sad.

"It's OK Toni, we're used to it. Come to terms with it but it does effect how we feel about you two. You must see that. Gina is young enough, just," I added with a smile, "just, to be my daughter. Those were the feelings I think I was having trouble with. And Toni," I went on seriously, "that's something of what Kate feels for you, of what I feel for you," I finally managed to say. This was difficult for us both. We men are not very used to expressing feelings like this but it was important that he understood what was going on tonight. Oh, I was sure the girls had programmed everything, well as much as they could anyway. That didn't bother me, I was looking forward to it and I had, after all, experienced two women often before Kate when mum and Angela would enjoy themselves with me. But Toni? Not naïve now, of course, after Gina and one night with Kate, but still relatively inexperienced.

He was quiet for a moment then said emotionally, "We are lucky Gina and I, to have found you two. I think Mike that I love Kate but not as I love Gina. With Kate, before," he was conscious that he might hurt me talking about them together but it didn't so I nodded with a smile, "it was so wonderful but different. Even more exciting than with Gina," he added with a smile. "She is wonderful Mike, wonderful." It was clear that he worshipped Kate, did until the end, and his feelings for her were strong.

I didn't feel ready to explain my feelings for Gina in depth just then. I didn't really understand them myself so I just said, "Yes, she is," then went on with a deep breath and a smile, "tonight will be a roller coaster Toni, we just have to be there."

"Mmm, I suppose so but I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather be," he ended with a laugh, his tension eased now.

"Neither can I. Come on let's shower and await their pleasure – and ours!" With that we went to the second bedroom and used the en-suite. Whilst we didn't shower together we were open in our nudity. I was used to changing rooms and communal showers, so was Toni, so that didn't bother us and I think our chat had, sort of, lowered the barriers. Even so, I think we were both a bit nervous as we went into the main bedroom dressed, as instructed, in boxers, to await their arrival. I must admit I was looking forward to seeing what they would be wearing.

It must have been nearly an hour since they went upstairs to get ready. Our chat had lasted a while so we didn't have to wait long before the door to the en-suite opened.

Kate was first and she took my breath away. I need to describe her because she almost stopped my heart. It wasn't only what she was wearing, mind you that was fantastic, it was her whole demeanour. She seemed to exude happiness, pleasure, desire, sexuality. I don't think I'd ever seen her so excited and enticing. Anyway, to describe her.

She was wearing her hair (colour back to normal) straight as usual and hardly any make-up but then she seldom wore much in the bedroom. I think she had a hair-piece on because her hair seemed longer than usual, reaching to her breasts. 

The lingerie! She was wearing a white basque which was see-through underneath her boobs but thicker material cupping them. Suspender straps hung loose from the basque but more later! She had a, sort of, shawl around her neck and over her shoulder with the cords draped over her body. For some reason it made her look even sexier!. She was wearing matching knickers over fishnet tights. She didn't often wear tights, always said they got in the bloody way but tonight – wow. The outfit was finished off with a tiny denim belt around her waist that didn't really do anything, just highlighted the swell of her hips. I loved this outfit very much and kept it after . . . Miranda has worn it for me on several emotional occasions (more in part 3).

Added to all this were the bedroom slippers with three inch heels that emphasised her bottom (as if it needed it!). She looked divine, a goddess. As I've said, at 32 Kate was at her peak. Not slim by any means but perfectly in proportion. She was confident in her sexuality and in her ability to turn me, and probably any man, on with little other than a smile. I dread to think what my heart rate must have been as I sat there and watched her turn a couple of times. Still, showed I was OK!




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 08



I'd heard a gasp from Toni as she came in and now, as I got hold of myself and just feasted my eyes on her, I turned to look at him. He was mesmerised, unable almost, even to breathe as she stood before him, fixed him with her eyes, and smiled. He made to reach for her like some automaton, unable to control his feelings I suspect, but she motioned him away.

"Wait," she said with a smile, "patience!" and turned to 'introduce' Gina.

If my heart rate was high looking at Kate, it rose as I saw Gina. As for Toni, his eyes almost left his head. I heard a gulp as she came in and stood before him.

As before, she was dressed in black complementing her dark hair which was worn straight. She wore a chiffon silk housecoat which was almost transparent and reached the floor. A black bra, not terribly revealing but sexy anyway, covered her delightful breasts. Her knickers, just a triangle of black material covering her pussy, were slightly transparent as well. A wafer thin suspender belt held pretty little suspenders attached to black nylon stockings that reached to mid-thigh. They were actually self-supporting but we didn't find that out until later!

Her three inch heeled, open-toed shoes, gave her more height, accentuating her lovely figure, and she wore two pieces of Kate's jewellery to finish off.

It was painful to look at her. Well, her and Kate. They were fantastic, fabulous, gorgeous. Frankly I don't have the words to describe them then I only know that my cock was at full stretch almost immediately and I couldn't wait to get my hands on them or for them to get their hands on me.

I think we both must have made to move towards them but we were quickly told to wait.

"You must do as you are told," said Kate with a smile, "just sit and watch!" Easier said than done!! They paraded up and down a couple of times then began to pose. I noticed, with pleasure I might add, that they stroked and caressed each other in an intimate and very sexy way. I don't know how long this went on for but by the end of it I was almost starting to gibber! They finished by kissing and holding each other close then Kate, having eased off Gina's gown, knelt in front and took her knickers down, Gina pouting outrageously at us both as she did so. Gina now returned the favour, easing Kate's cloak thing off followed by her belt. Now my only query was answered – was Kate going to take off her tights? Well she didn't need to because, when Gina eased off her knickers I saw that the tights had a split crotch that gave access to her undoubted charms. After this initial disrobing they both turned to face us, eyes full of desire; desire and fun. With a laugh Kate said, "Now you two, lie back on the bed. We are going to see what you have to offer!"

So we just eased ourselves back on the bed and lay back awaiting our fate. Kate came round to the side of the bed and looked down at me. I couldn't take my eyes off her and here arises one of the major problems with trying to describe a true foursome. I wanted to look at Gina as well but she was round the other side concentrating on Toni I suppose. In these wonderful experiences you can only talk about what is happening to you or, if it's possible, sometimes what is going on with everyone but most of the time it's just you.

I reached up to Kate as she knelt next to me and began to run her hands over my body. Such an exquisite experience, particularly as Kate had been 'trained' by mum to touch like she did. I couldn't stand much of it, I needed to hold her, to feel her body next to mine. Honestly, I'd forgotten about Toni and Gina in the intense desire I had for Kate. She hadn't however! Before I knew it she was gone and was replaced by a young minx who didn't stroke, she kissed. 

Gina's mouth found mine before I realised what was happening – it was like early on. They were running the show. Toni and I took over a bit later but now – well. As with Kate I had to touch Gina, hold her, but she pulled away continuing to kiss. She left my mouth and face and crossed my chest as she eased off the boxers. My cock, completely hard by now after the show and now this attention, sprang out and was gripped immediately by her hand, careful to control the base!

She kissed all down my body but around my cock and balls only gently gripping there to make sure nothing untoward occurred. The change again. Kate was back, stroking and, this time, kissing and licking. It was so difficult not to grab her and hold her close but is guessed that wasn't what she wanted. It seemed they wanted to be in control just now so I just laid back and enjoyed it. One hand was now gently masturbating my cock, the other still on 'sentry duty' at the base. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of a woman exploring my body but I opened them quickly as I felt a mouth around the end of my cock.

Gina had returned and was gently sucking the end of my penis. After just a moment she looked up. "You must turn," she said softly, "turn round." In my reverie I wasn't really sure what she meant but she motioned with her hands. "Turn so you are the other way," she said. She wanted me with my head at Toni's feet. I wasn't going to argue, intrigued now at what they intended, so I spun round noticing Kate working on Toni's cock with mouth and hand. This caused a minor crisis but I managed to hold on.

As soon as I settled into my new position I realised what they intended as Kate, keeping her attention on Toni's cock, moved her hips over my head. I was faced now by a sight I always enjoyed, my wife's ripe pussy topped by the crease of her gorgeous bottom enclosing the delectable forbidden tunnel of pleasure. Before I could catch my breath a mouth, I assumed it was Gina's, enclosed my cock. I later realised what they did. Laying us next to each other top to tail allowed them to 69 us both at once. At the time all I knew was that my cock was being sucked and licked by a wonderful mouth and tongue and, before my eyes, was heaven itself. I did what came naturally. I used my tongue and fingers. Sucking and licking Kate's pussy was always a pleasure and, because I guessed that the mouth around my cock was Gina's, it was all so exciting. 

It wasn't long before I felt the need to probe the tight ring of her anus (did Toni do the same to Gina – I never found out?). It wasn't difficult to ease a lubricated finger past the muscle of her ring and it resulted in a push downwards – I was sucking her clit at the time – and a flood of female nectar as she came.

She was still for a moment and the mouth left my cock – did they kiss? Then some movement and I could see again. Kate was kneeling at my side. Glancing the other way I could see Gina kneeling next to Toni. Then Kate straddled my hips and grasped my cock. Oh god, I thought, I can't cope with this, hold on for christ's sake. Again glancing left I saw Gina's back as she did the same to Toni. They were going to 'ride' us.

Kate gripped my erection and found her entrance with the head. She sank slowly down and my cock was engulfed in the warm wetness of the heaven of her pussy. I was torn between looking up at Kate as she lowered herself down and Gina's back as she did the same on Toni. It was so exciting because I could see the crease of her buttocks and her anus between. Kate knew because she leant forward then and whispered, "You can't have that one yet but you can have mine later you beast," and she bit my ear.

"I god I love you," I whispered back, "and I sooner have yours anyway!" This resulted in a secret smile and a settling down, taking all of my cock inside her pussy. By now Gina had done the same and they both sat upright and, turning to face each other, began to kiss. Hands stroked bodies, breasts were caressed and nipples pinched gently. It was too much for me. I reached for Kate's thighs and, pulling her down, began to thrust upwards into her, filling her with as much of my cock as I could. A couple of thrusts were enough – for both of us! I felt her liquid flood my cock and balls as I began to fill her womb with cum. It seemed to intensify her passion as she kissed Gina. I assumed Gina came at the same time because I managed to notice her buttocks clench and her tiny anus flutter.

Now a surprise. Well not really I suppose because I'd seen it happen before with mum and Angela. Of course, we were spent, needing a while to 'recharge': they weren't. To be honest, in all the time we did this together, when we were like this they seemed to go on and on. Still hot they rolled sideways over me and began their dance of love. I wondered idly how Toni would react to this but he, like me, eased himself onto one elbow and watched them on the other side of the bed. Would they go the whole way, I thought. I often seen mum and Angela do this after I'd cum inside one of them without a condom. They'd form a 69 and one would, literally, suck the cum from whoever had taken it. They said it was their way of really showing how much they loved me and each other. It was to share my essence. Now there were two pussies filled with cum. Kate knew about this of course. Those two weekends of 'training' had involved lots of 'cum-sharing' – well only from Kate to mum, but I was pretty sure Kate wouldn't be averse to tasting Toni's cum from Gina's pussy.

Now before you say this is disgusting, filthy, depraved even, remember that what adults do together, agree to do together, and enjoy doing can't be any of that. Of course there are some things I think go too far and I wouldn't indulge in them but if Kate and Gina wanted to do that it was all right with me. I don't believe that one person has the right to judge another's behaviour if the people involved don't go out side the law. Although I suppose that's a moot point isn't it. Anal sex was against the law in the UK (even between consenting heterosexual adults) until the 90's. We all have a point don't we, a point we won't cross. I don't like 'water sports' and other similar types of play but, if people do and agree, who am I to criticise. It really is a matter of personal taste (forgive the pun). What I don't countenance and I will criticise is sex that involves violence. Sex that involves non-consent, children, or animals.

Well, enough of the soap box, but I wanted to tell it like it happened and I just wanted to defend Kate I suppose, because now they did swing into a 69 and I could see that both she and Gina were licking the other's pussy and the spunk that was trailing out. It was intensely erotic and I looked over at Toni to see the effect on him. He was mesmerised watching his wife do this to the woman who had 'snared' him in her web. Do you know, I think that they had forgotten about us for the moment and they indulged themselves in each other.

This went on for a while. They would move, one on top, then change. They would move round and kiss, usually sharing some of their prize. Then back into the 69. Finally I was feeling hot again. I grasped my cock and began to stroke myself, bringing it to full strength, then I looked down at Toni. He was hard too by now, no need for him to use his hand!

"Come on Toni," I said throatily, "time to indulge." He smiled, "Who do you want?" I asked returning his smile.

An agony of indecision crossed his features as he looked at the two women still engaged in the pleasure of their 69. He didn't seem able to answer. "Kate?" I asked because I guessed that was what he wanted.

He nodded. I smiled back and gestured towards them, "Get behind and do your stuff. We'll surprise them!"

We both moved across the bed and I laid down behind Gina. As I got into position, cock in hand and ready to go, they became aware that we were there – well Kate did anyway. Her eyes opened wide as my cock must have appeared in her field of view and broken her reverie as she pleasured Gina. She smiled and her hand came up to pull my cock to her mouth. Before she could get it there her eyes opened even wider and her pupils sailed upwards – a sure sign that Toni must have entered her. She savoured that feeling for a moment then opened her mouth and took me inside. A little suck then her hand guided my erection to Gina's pussy and I pushed gently inside.

Here was bliss, here was heaven, as Kate gently gripped my cock and, although I couldn't see, must have been licking Gina's clit. Her hand slid down to the base and pinched tighter – whatever else she might be feeling she obviously didn't want me to cum just yet.

This is a difficult position to get very deep but I savoured the feeling of Gina's silky vagina gripping three quarters of my cock as I stroked her back and side. I felt the occasional soft bite on the base of my cock or balls but I suppose Kate was otherwise occupied with Toni's cock in her pussy! I kissed the back of Gina's neck and shoulder as I felt a shudder and a ripple of muscle in her pussy – an orgasm I supposed. Then a loud sigh of "Oh god, oh fuck!" from Kate that signalled hers. Time to move and see what they had in store now.

I eased myself away and looked down at the three of them. Toni was still thrusting gently into Kate and, as I watched, Gina began to lick the base of his cock and his balls. She didn't seem bothered about him cumming but then he was younger than me and would probably outlast me tonight! Toni himself seemed lost. His eyes were closed but his mouth and hand were working overtime on Kate's body. He was kissing her neck and shoulders as I did Gina's and his hand was stroking Kate's body from waist across hips. Suddenly he let out a low moan and I saw his buttocks clench as he came inside my wife. 

Now I seen it. Seen him inside her. Bring her to orgasm. Fill her with his life-bringing essence. Do you know my only regret just then? The thought surprised me as it popped into my head and, considering what had happened all those years ago, I understood why. I wished he could make her pregnant! I was sure she would have wanted that were it possible. We talked about it the next night as we lay together and I explained my feelings and she told me that she would have liked that but it wasn't to be. We'd both grown used to that by now and, although it sometimes saddened us, che sara, sara.

I didn't have long to think because, after his cum, they quickly disentangled themselves, Kate kneeling and looking a me with a question in her eyes. She was still unsure about me but she needn't have been. I smiled and moved to her, holding her tightly to me.

"That looked bloody good," I whispered softly in her ear, "but, minx, I still have a loaded gun down here and he's out of it for a while at least!" She threw back her head and laughed, happy that I was OK with what had happened. Couldn't be otherwise really could I?

"Gina," Kate said turning to her partner in crime, "Gina. Mike didn't cum – look," and she pointed down at my erection, softening slightly by now but still pretty apparent. "Come on, let's taste his cock!" She laughed gaily and pushed me back on the bed. I noticed Toni just lying there resting and wondered how he was going to react to this. Mind you it was too late now wasn't it, too late for any regrets – not that I had any but he was young and in love. I didn't have much time to look at him because they laid me on my back and started on my body.

Hands, four of them, seemed everywhere. My chest, neck, face, cock, balls, even right down to my anus I felt a finger press. Kate, I thought as I took a deep breath. Then they were kissing me, kissing my body and, finally, two pairs of lips caressed my cock. I'd experienced this before of course and by very 'professional' woman. Kate and Gina came close second – well did until Miranda and . . . but that's for the next episode!

Now I don't know about this but I couldn't see their heads so I didn't know who was sucking and who was licking so I couldn't recognise who's mouth engulfed my cock head. I wondered about that – it was a way of not filling it with cum too quickly! It wasn't long before a finger and thumb found the base of my cock to prevent an early end to this 'round'. It was clear that they had something else in mind – I couldn't wait.

I don't know how long they continued to tease me, for teasing it was pain, sorry plain, and simple. I must have been brought to the brink half a dozen times by one mouth or the other, or both. Teeth gently nipping cock and balls, lips softly sucking, and tongue washing my cock head with special attention to the tiny hole at the tip. It was ecstasy but, by the time they lifted their heads and smiled at me, I was longing to cum. My balls felt as if they would explode with pent up tension.

"That was nice wasn't it Gina?" asked Kate with a wicked smile.

Gina nodded, "Mmm, very nice. Did you like it Mike?"

"Little minx," I laughed, "you are as bad as minx. You are wicked women you know teasing a poor helpless man like that. Now," I went on seriously and with mock anger, "you have both been very naughty and I want you to kneel next to each other because, you dear young ladies, you are going to feel the anger of my cock." I was watching Kate closely as I said this because I was guessing that this was what she had in mind.

"Oh dear," she said with a sad smile, "Gina I think we've upset the poor man. Shall we do as he 'asks' then he can 'punish' us can't he and then he'll feel better. Oh," she went on with a nod in Toni's direction, "and you never know, the other one might be useful by then."

Gina looked at Toni questioningly. He smiled and said, "I hope so. Mike – do your worst. I think these two minxes need taking in hand don't you?" 

I took a very deep breath and said sternly, "Now, you heard what Toni said, you need taking in hand. Kneel – bottoms up!" I added firmly but with a smile. Everyone knew we were playing a game but I just gave it all a bit of an edge, fun – what sex should be like.

"Oh my," said Kate with a shy smile at Gina, "it seems we've upset them. Perhaps we had better do as we are told." 

As if you don't want to I thought then said, "Now, kneel minxes," and I hustled them into position. There was just enough angle between them that they could fairly easily kiss each other but their bottoms were quite close together. Now is was faced by the age old problem, where to begin? Kate, narrower of bottom than Gina, but tighter and, of course, so tempting because, for me she was perfect there. Oh, I wasn't going to take her bottom well, not yet anyway, that was for later, at the end of the evening but beneath?

Then to Gina. Broader than Kate and beautifully formed. I had the sudden urge to take her virginity there and then but no. She was gorgeous however.

"Bloody hell Mike, don't keep us waiting," said Kate with a smile as she looked back, "I think Gina's getting impatient." It was her way of telling me to take Gina first so I positioned myself behind her, guided my cock forward, and pushed gently home. It was exquisite. I like sex like this and now I gripped her buttocks and pulled her slowly on to me. Not much finesse here, I was pretty hot and, anyway, she was pushing hard backwards.

Kate a Gina kissed for a moment then Kate said with a smile, "Don't you dare cum yet, I want some of that." Then she turned her head to look at Toni. "Can't have you left out you delicious man. Get that lovely cock over here so we can suck it back to life." Christ, I thought, how the fuck am I going to hold out here. Toni, bless him, didn't need telling twice! He crawled over and laid with his cock beneath their heads. They didn't need telling either, well at least Kate didn't. Gina was busy with my cock in her pussy. I was fucking her slowly and gently, trying desperately not to cum despite the exquisite tightness of her pussy and the sight of Kate sucking Toni back to hardness. I felt Gina's spasm and I assumed she had cum so, after a few more gentle thrusts, I pulled out and directed my attentions to Kate's lovely pussy.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 08



Kate was busy working away at Toni's semi-soft cock, taking most of it in her mouth as her hand caressed his balls. As I entered her, however, she lifted her head and looked back. "Oh fuck but that feels good," she said with a smile then went back to Toni's cock which was now inside Gina's mouth. So, for a while, I gently fucked Kate slowly while the two of them brought Toni back to full size – oh for the pleasures of the really young! It was very exciting watching them both work on him and, what with the sight of Kate's provocatively pursed anus staring at me, I had considerable difficulty in holding on – that's why I went slowly. Mind you, Kate seemed to enjoy it until I pulled out and went back to Gina. This resulted in both women raising their heads, Gina to take a deep breath as I pushed home and Kate to pout back at me and say, "Bugger, I was enjoying that!"

"No problem," I said with a laugh, "Toni, you're needed back here!" He was hard again so, with a smile, he knelt up and crawled round next to me. I was still gently fucking Gina and now he could see it, see my cock deep inside her pussy. He looked at me and smiled. I breathed a little sigh of relief; he had accepted it completely. Only one more step to go and that was when my cock was and inch higher but plenty of time for that!

I smiled back, "I think you need to bury that cock Toni, Kate looks rather impatient!" He smiled at my invitation – not that I had any right really to make one – and moved towards her. I watched then as, for the first time, I actually saw another man enter my wife. How did I feel? Not too bad considering I was balls deep in his wife but it did affect me. I had to take a deep breath and just cool for a moment. I looked up then to see Kate looking back at me. Her face was a conflict of emotions. Pleasure at receiving Toni's erection but concern as she watched me watching.

I didn't realise then but Toni and Gina told us that similar emotions had hit them as the evening progressed. This was, after all, so different from swapping when you know what's going on but you don't witness it. That seemed easier to deal with and it was. Tonight however, with the four of us together, changing partners was more intense. Look, as I said above, we didn't 'swing' any more after this and what Miranda and I have done isn't really swinging, so I don't know whether feelings like this are common between couples.

Now, looking at Kate like this, I could only feel love for her, so much love that I didn't think I could hold it! I smiled and nodded then turned to Toni, "Don't hang about son, wipe that smile off her face," because, as I smiled at her, she smiled back and began to lose herself in the pleasure that Toni was giving her. So we fucked them both for a while, gently pistoning in and out. I held Gina's lovely hips and guided her back and forth sometimes pulling her tightly on my cock and holding still. They kissed now and then but it seemed that our attention to their pussies was too much for anything else.

I knew, after a while, what I wanted. "Toni," I said, "change."

He nodded and we moved round each other. There was Kate's pussy wet with juices and wide from another man. Hell it was exciting, bloody exciting. No hanging about this time, I was in her like a shot, thrusting as hard as I could and pulling her on to my cock. I was hot but I did want to cum in Gina. Kate had had mine before, now I wanted her to have another dose of Toni's offering: I wanted to loose my spunk in Gina. I knew I wanted to see him cumming in her, filling her with his spunk where mine had gone earlier. I can't explain these feeling, these desires, that seem now. as I look back, strange but they were strong. When we talked later, all four of us, Toni admitted that he felt the same way. In truth, our foursomes were always like this.

So we both fucked our wives for a while. I calmed down a bit to keep control then turned to Toni, "Again?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, "can I . . .?"

"Can he Kate?" She knew what he wanted. Of course he'd already done it, that I knew, but now I could see; could watch as he came inside her. My question, however, told her that I didn't mind. In fact I wanted to see it. What would happen when he came inside her like this?

"Yes, I want him to again but you mustn't forget Gina must he darling," she said lifting one hand and stroking Gina's face.

"No," she said breathlessly but she was looking at Toni. She seemed to need his approval.

"No," he said with a smile, "you mustn't forget Gina. Fill her Mike as I fill Kate!" He was obviously getting carried away by the eroticism of the situation.

We changed places again and I was faced with the wide expanse of Gina's bottom. I took a deep breath and aimed my cock at her sex and slowly pushed inside. It felt so different from Kate. I'm sure it must be in the mind really. I idly wondered whether, if they blindfolded us, we would be able to tell. (Incidentally we did try it much later. Toni and me both found it difficult to tell mouth or pussy apart although with practice we did manage. It was much easier via the back door! The ladies however, had no problem identifying our cocks in mouth, pussy, or bottom.)

Both of us began to fuck our respective partners and now they began to kiss more intently moving their bodies slightly to make it easier. There was a little bit of wriggling as we all adjusted positions and then I concentrated on Gina. Being a devout worshipper of the female back entrance I couldn't help but notice Gina's tiny pucker opening and closing slightly as I thrust in and out. I longed to probe the tightness with my cock but not just now. Now I wanted to use my finger.

I had, of course, tested her there with my tongue when we were alone but what about now. How would she, how would Toni, feel. It must have been coincidence I suppose but as I thought this Kate turned her head.

"Oh Toni, Toni, use you finger. Please." He looked at me. I nodded and motioned sucking my finger.

"Get it nice and wet," I said with a smile, "then gently push in. She likes it, don't you Kate," I said as I looked at her.

"Mmm, I do," then she added with a smile, "do you like it Gina?"

Well, of course, nothing specific had been said but it was pretty obvious where Toni was going to use his finger and, having got it covered nicely with saliva, he presented it at Kate's back door. He pushed tentatively at the tight ring of her anus obviously never having done this before but Kate was having none of that. She pushed back and, before he realised, his middle finger was almost all the way inside her arse.

"Oh bloody hell, that's . . . . Ohhhhh, fuck yes. Do that Toni, work . . . ohhhhhh, slowly. Yes. Oh that is NICE. Gina you must try . . . oh fuck!!" He'd just filled her with his cock and his finger at the same time. He kept doing this as his eyes fixed down on finger and cock. I sensed he wasn't that far from a pretty powerful cum. He told me later that the feeling of her anus around his finger was sending him into a frenzy as he imagined the same feeling around his cock.

Kate took a deep breath to control herself for a moment, she was close too, I could tell. "Gina, Gina, let him. Toni, you must . . . oh fuck!! Yesssssssss!!!" She was rocking now, showering his cock with her juice and gripping him tightly with her vaginal muscles. That was too much for Toni and he threw back his head and roared, "KATE, zmadre di dio, donna favolosa. Aaagghhh." Buttocks clenched, he thrust deep into her again and again. She pushed back onto him until, finally both orgasms departed and they slowly sank to the bed.

Well! This performance had the effect of slowing both Gina a me down a bit as we witnessed the throes of their passion but now she turned her head to me.

"Do that to me Mike. I want to feel that, please." But she wasn't looking at me she was looking at Toni.

"Yes," he said breathlessly, "yes. Mike fill her!"

By now I was close so, taking a deep breath, I wet my middle finger and eased it against her starlike ring. Even as she felt me there she shuddered in orgasm and I knew I had to work quickly or lose the moment. I thrust my cock deep inside her and fucked her hard then, as her tiny ring opened, pushed my finger into her rectum. I was gentle but firm and only pushed less than an inch inside.

She moaned, she groaned and she came. A torrent of Italian (Neapolitan actually as I later found out) gushed from her mouth and her whole body spasmed around my cock and finger. I thought her anus would snap the end off my finger off so tight did she grip. That was enough to send me over the top. What would it feel like around my cock.

"Gina, oh Gina," I just managed to say as my spunk flowed into her. Her vagina was milking my cock, seeming to pull me even deeper inside. It was too much to last long and I quickly fell backwards onto my haunches as Gina flopped forward face down. She looked delectable!

"That looked good," said Kate with a laugh and began clapping, "but now," she went on grumpily, "I suppose you two will need a rest?"

"Kate love, you two are milking us dry!"

"Not too dry, I hope. After all, that was just for starters," she said and looked at Toni and me with heavily lidded eyes, "the main course is to come!"

"You minx," I laughed, "isn't she a minx Toni?"

He laughed in return, used now to our banter, "Yes she is, but this little minx," he turned to Gina with a loving smile, "looks rather tired." I must admit that Gina did look a trifle knackered. I think the last cum had taken a bit out of her.

She smiled wanly back at him, "You wait till I've had a rest," she said with an enormous pout that set us both laughing. With that I pulled Kate into my arms and Toni did the same to Gina. We lay on the bed for a while just happy holding our wives. Hot and sweaty we were but that didn't matter.

I don't know how long we lay like that, perhaps we dozed. I Don't know but I was woken by Kate nibbling my ear – always sure to wake me. "Shall we have a drink love?" she whispered, "I'm dry."

"Mmm. Let's wake the others the pop into the shower first."

"Sounds good to me," she said with a wicked smile that clearly indicated she meant to be 'washed properly'.

I laughed, "God woman, you're insatiable!"

"Mmm," she murmured, "but you do love me don't you?" Was there just the tiniest hint of a question there. I don't know. It didn't matter because I did.

I stroked her cheek, "Love you? Oh yes I love you absolutely!"

This made her just a little sad as she kissed my cheek, "And I love you as well," she whispered, "absolutely!" Of course now I held her tight and had to fight back the pure emotion of loving her that could, and on occasions did, overwhelm me.

"Come on," I managed throatily, "wake Toni and Gina."

"We're awake," came Gina's voice, "and I'm dry too AND I want to be washed properly." We all laughed and off to the shower where we did wash them both properly. Just a bit different this time as Toni and I kept changing. I noticed that Toni did just gently probe Gina's anus as he watched me bringing Kate to her orgasm with fingers back and front. I guessed I have to have a strong word with him about taking her there if we didn't get round to it before they left. Oh look, I wasn't their keeper or anything like that but it was important, if both of them were to enjoy it, that her first experiences of anal sex were not only tender and loving, as I was sure they would be, but also with knowledge of what to do. He'd see some of that later I knew but I really did want Kate to oversee the whole thing because I was sure she would do a good job and enjoy herself immensely. 

Chapter 38Kate's fantasy is fulfilled

Oral/straight/anal.

Anyway, we finished the shower and, with dressing gowns hiding all our charms, went downstairs for a drink and a snack. Quite a big snack really – I was bloody hungry! It was strange because Kate didn't eat much and she was unusually quiet. She seemed ill at ease, glancing at both Toni and me nervously. I wondered whether she was working herself up to what was about to happen. She'd dreamed about two men, talked about it often, and we'd played the game many times but now it was about to happen. Isn't it like that sometimes? When you imagine something and it finally happens the time before can be quite unsettling as you look forward.

I manufactured an artificial separation by suggesting that Toni and me make some coffee, "To keep us going," I joked. In the kitchen I said to him, "Toni, can you take Gina upstairs and leave me with Kate for a minute?"

He raised his eyebrows questioningly and frowned.

"It's OK," I said with a smile, "it's just that I think she's getting herself wound up about later on."

"Mike, I don't want to . . . you know if she doesn't want to."

"No, it's not that. She wants to but it's been a fantasy for a long time Toni and I think she's getting nervous. Not cold feet just anticipation. I'll have a chat to her when you take Gina upstairs." I laughed, "But no hanky-panky," I said, "that is unless you can manage yet another erection!"

He laughed back, at ease now with discussing such things. "No, I think I want to hold this one back. Mike," he went on breathlessly, "I feel tense as well. That you would both do this . . ."

"Just relax Toni, relax and enjoy. I'm sure Gina will be watching with interest?"

He smiled, "Yes she will. She is eager to try that Mike but she won't until Kate says OK," he smiled wanly, "and it is more than my life is worth to try. Kate has made that VERY clear."

I laughed, "Yes she can be something of a tartar when she wants to but she is right Toni," I added seriously. "I can guess how you feel but it will be better for waiting and tonight . . . Well you'll lose your virginity."

He raised his eyebrows then said quizzically, "I hadn't thought of it like that. Mmm, I suppose I will." By now we'd finished making the coffee so took it back into the lounge. Quickly downed, coffee was followed by Toni turning to Gina and saying, "Mi avanti caro, I want to hold you for a moment." I think they both knew what was going on but Gina smiled, took his arm and left with him.

"What was that about?" said Kate nervously.

"Oh love, nothing. I wanted to talk to you," I said putting my arm around her, "you're nervous, jittery. What is it?"

She sighed, "I'm all mixed up Mike," she said in an uncertain voice. "I know what I want but I wonder whether . . . Oh Mike, you know . . . Should I? Should I do that? What will you think of me? Toni . . .? But . . . But . . . Oh Mike I want it so much. Dreaming about it. I know I shouldn't. And you . . . Oh Mike!" She held me tightly and I could feel her soft sobs as the emotion of the situation got to her. She must have been having such an internal conflict of emotions just now, before the realisation of her fantasy. It's fine to imagine isn't it but when imagination becomes reality I can be frightening.

"Shush now, shush." I held her tight, "No crying tonight." I held her at arms length and fixed her eyes with mine. "No regrets love, none at all! Enjoy every moment. Since, you know . . . Geoff," she looked forlorn, "we've never had a secret have we?" she shook her head, "never had any doubts have we?" she shook her head again. "No. No doubts at all. We belong together you and I, fit like a hand in a glove," I laughed, "if you'll excuse the pun." This made her smile, I was bringing her round.

"God I love you when you smile," I said and that made her smile bigger. "Do this love. And do it well, enjoy it, every moment and I know I'll enjoy every moment that I watch you as well. It's part of why we did this isn't it?" She nodded. "We'll do it, if you want to that is!"

She nodded, smiled, and threw her arms around my neck. "You are a beast," she said back to herself. "You just want to see Toni fuck my arse!"

"Mmm," I said in an off-handed manner, "but not before I fuck it just like you know I can!"

She was pensive for a moment, "He'll be a 'virgin' won't he?" she said with a smile, "and I'm nearly a virgin there."

I guffawed, "Nearly a virgin there?"

She pouted outrageously, "Well, I've only ever had one man there haven't I?" I laughed. "Rotter! Well I have haven't I? A few times I know but only one man."

"A few times?" I laughed.

"All right," another pout which was a clear sign she was back in control, "a lot. And that's only because my beast likes it there!" This was followed by the most outrageous poking out of her tongue.

"Yes he does a lot but then so does his minx doesn't she."

"BEAST!" she said with a smile, "you are a beast! I'll have to get ready again."

"Mmm," I said, "will you 'prepare' Gina?"

"Mmm, I will but you mustn't nor must Toni. I've given them both a stern warning."

I laughed, "I know. Poor old Toni is terrified of even touching her there."

"Mmm, better safe than sorry." She was serious for a moment, "I do so want you to have her there you know . . ."

"Yes, I know. If he has you . . ."

"You can wait?"

"Of course. In any case Toni should be the first."

"Mmm," she said pensively. She was planning something I was sure but it was time to move on.

"Now, minx, are you OK?"

"Mmm, very OK. My tummy's all full of butterfly's. Oooohhhh, I'm getting excited."

"Come on minx, upstairs. They'll think we've gone to sleep." 

"I want to tell you what to do before we go," she said so, before we set off for the bedrooms, she explained. In the bedroom Toni and Gina were deep in exploration of each other.

"I hope you've got something left for me," said Kate with a laugh.

He looked up at her from the bed and said seriously, "Always Kate, I will always have something for you," (and he did!). I think he was getting caught up in the excitement of the moment. I remembered back to my first anal sex with Angela. How excited I was, how much I wanted it. How I went off half-cocked. I could understand how he felt.

Kate bent and kissed his forehead then grabbed Gina, "Come Gina, time to get ready." Gina looked at us both wide-eyed. She certainly knew what Kate meant! I was pleased that Kate was back to her normal self. This was going to be something of a wild ride. She expected us to 'perform' before the final 'showdown' and I wanted to explain to Toni.

"Kate is happy now?" asked Toni after they'd gone.

"Mmm," I said, "she was worried about . . . oh lots of things really but we sorted it out. She wants you, you know. Badly."

He took a deep breath, "Mike I am so lucky. She is . . . I said before. In English I don't have the words," he laughed, "I am not sure I have them in Italian. Una donna stupenda. And my Gina," he took a deep breath, "she will be like that I think. In a few years time. Then . . . two women!"

"Yes," I laughed, "it is a bit daunting isn't it! Toni," I went on, "Kate's sort of told me what she wants to happen." He nodded with interest. "They'll start on you." He raised his eyebrows. "Mmm, yes. Both of them. Then Kate wants me to 'prepare' Gina as if I was going to . . .," I took a deep breath, "as if I was going to take her anally." He looked surprised. "I won't of course," he smiled and looked playfully hopeful, "neither will you!" I added with a smile.

"I know," he said with a deep breath, "but I will imagine it for a while."

"Mmm, good idea," I said with a smile. "She wants us to 'double team' Gina. I take her while she sucks you, changing round. Kate wants Gina well and truly satisfied before . . . Well you know what's going to happen." I laughed, "She said that you could cum again but you had better be able to finish!"

He looked serious, "Mike," he said, "I think I could finish like that if I were dying!"

"I know the feeling! When we have finished Gina, you will get Kate ready." He looked nervous. "Don't worry," I laughed, "you'll see me with Gina and I'll be there to help. Kate will have me there Toni, and I'll cum inside her. She'll want you straight away."




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 08



He took a deep breath to control his feelings. "Mike this will be . . . difficult." I raised my eyebrows questioningly. He smiled, "No, I mean to hold on!"

I laughed, "You can do it son, I'm sure of it. Now, let's lie back and await their, and our, pleasure." We laid back on the bed, propped up on pillows, and awaited our fate! It wasn't long before the door opened and they came in. They were naked. It was funny, Kate was used to being seen naked by me, but she seemed nervous. Despite my love of underwear I still preferred to see her naked. I could take in the tilt of her breasts, the gentle rise of her tummy leading to her trimmed pussy, and the glorious sweep of her hips atop long legs. I suspect Gina was not so used to being naked. She looked nervous as well (perhaps it was catching!) but lovely. Even in the few weeks we'd known her she'd grown. Grown from a girl into a young woman. I suppose that her sexual experiences had helped with that.

As they stood there together I felt I was looking at mother and daughter. Silly I know but, well they seemed to stand, to act, like Kate and mum had on those weekends. Gina looking to Kate for guidance, for confidence.

I heard a gasp from Toni as he looked at them but he didn't have time to worry! No posing or playing now as Kate quickly crossed and knelt astride his chest, removing the pillows as she did. She liked doing this with me, said the hairs on my chest tickled her pussy. No hairs on Toni's but she didn't seem to mind. She bent and kissed him passionately, tongue probing I suspected. She pulled away and he was mesmerised as he gazed into her eyes. That didn't last long! Another gasp. I looked and saw, with a smile, that Gina had knelt at his groin and was about to enfold his cock with her mouth. We had both 'deflated' a bit as we waited but he had begun to rise as soon as he saw them. Of course he couldn't see Gina and the look on his face as her mouth closed on his cock was a picture!

Kate was staring down at him by now and moving her bottom on his chest, rubbing her pussy back and forth. Before long she was sliding right up to his face and finally covered it with her delicious nether playground. I couldn't see his face now but I could see Kate's and she was obviously enjoying whatever he was doing so I assumed his tongue was at work; especially when his hands came up to grasp her bottom.

Meanwhile Gina was working over his cock and balls, keeping one hand standing sentry at the base. Soft suck, hard suck, licking, stroking. I was getting hard just watching. After a while of this Kate turned her head to me and smiled, raising her eyebrows questioningly. I got the message so knelt up and crawled over above Toni's head then stood, a mite unsteadily I must admit. My cock was quickly grabbed and Kate's mouth covered the head.

"Oh god Kate, careful. Please, careful!" This was so exciting. One of the problems of the early foursomes. Positions seen in the movies and then performed were so exciting and it took us all a while to become more controlled. Kate was enjoying herself now, one man's cock in her mouth, another's tongue in her pussy. Add to that the idea of Gina behind her pleasuring Toni and she was soon smothering him with liquid. Poor Toni! He told me afterward he could hardly breathe but was so excited he nearly came when she did. He could just see me there with my cock in her mouth. She worked me over but, thankfully, the bed was so rocky I had to concentrate on that so was able to maintain control.

Kate didn't suck through her orgasm, just held me there looking up into my eyes. I was pretty sure what she wanted just then but if she got that I wouldn't be able to fill the other place later would I and she knew that. Finally she let me go and I moved back to the side. Gina was still working on Toni's cock as Kate moved off his face and joined her. Now both of them worked him over.

I sensed they were going to let him cum just then. Kate was aware of how difficult it would be for him to control his orgasm and wanted him 'well drained'. She must have been confident of his erection and she was right!

I will admit that, laying there watching them suck Toni's cock was exciting but intellectually interesting as well. Remember this had happened to me regularly in the past. In the early days Mum and Angela would often do this for my first orgasm of the afternoon or evening. They'd always joked that if they did this at least they'd get me inside for a little while! It was almost routine until I learned some control.

I must say that Toni did quite well. He lasted all of two minutes! Their mouths were truly wicked. Alternating his cock in their mouths, one sucking the other biting. Then Gina on his balls, taking one then the other into her mouth while Kate took three-quarters of his cock. Then back to Gina just sucking the head while Kate was up kissing him and whispering in his ear. I can guess what she said because he held her tight, moaned, "Katerina, Katerina, madre," and began to fill Gina's mouth. He hadn't called her that before but, after this night, he always did. It was nice and Kate loved it.

She spun round and her mouth quickly replaced Gina's to suck some more of his truly life-giving nectar from a pulsing cock. Not too much, I noted with an inner smile, as I saw her thumb and finger 'cramp his style'. Each having a portion of his offering in their mouths they kissed, pulled away from each other, then swallowed with a smile at us both.

Toni looked in some sort of trance. Well it can be quite daunting to be the attention of two lovely women! Now they crawled to me not, incidentally, to 'pay attention' but for Kate to whisper, "Give him a minute love, he's got to watch. Hasn't he Gina?"

Well, of course, this made Gina blush all over, so bloody sexy, because she knew what was coming next. I smiled at these two wonderful women, one the love of my life the other – well just then I didn't know really – but both so full of provocation, sexiness, desire.

I looked at Gina with lidded eyes, I was hot, very hot and it was going to be difficult but Kate would be there to ensure everything went to plan. Just as well really because Gina looked so, I don't know, keen I suppose. I honestly believe that, had Kate not been there that evening, Gina would have willingly tried to take us both on in her bottom. Thankfully for all of us she didn't get the opportunity – that was for Kate.

Smiling, I said, "Are you ready Gina?"

Her, almost coy, reply was to nod her head then look in Toni's direction. He smiled and nodded as well. She looked back at me and said throatily, "Yes Mike, yes I am ready."

Bringing some fun back into the proceedings, Kate laughed and said, "Not completely ready Mike. Remember the rules!" Then she kissed Gina and continued, "And you remember them as well little minx." Kate was as aware as I was that the situation could cause Gina, indeed all of us, to be carried away and go too far. Well too far for tonight anyway. I recalled then, as I looked at both beautiful women, how mum had to restrain Kate that first weekend and of mum's stories of some of the times she went too far.

Kate moved away then and lay next to Toni who put his arms around her. They were lying in a spoon position watching Gina and me. I turned to her and, smiling, eased her on to her back. She looked surprised. I'm sure she thought I would begin to pleasure her anus immediately but no! Kate had said 'prepare her like you do me'. That includes at least one orgasm before turning her over. So I began by kissing Gina across her body, her breasts, her tummy, then her lovely pussy. She was wet and made even wetter by my tongue on her clit. Easing her legs apart I moved between and delved even deeper into her honeypot before lifting my head and preparing to fuck her.

Holding my cock in one hand, taking my weight on the other, I entered her. Gentle at first then firmer, slowly filling her with my erection. Her eyes widened – she certainly hadn't expected this. Well not just yet anyway. Thankfully, despite the glorious silkiness of her vagina and the look of lust that appeared on her face, I was able to remain in control. Treating the whole thing as an 'intellectual exercise' did help!

I increased speed as I saw she was close then bent to suck her wonderful nipples as she came. Her hands reached up and pulled my lips to hers and her tongue found mine between. Then it was really difficult! I managed and she came down from her high looking up at me with a soft smile on her lips, her face aglow.

"Turn over little minx," I said as I moved from between her legs. With languid grace and sexy smile she turned and looked back. She must have been aware from her own experience with me and probably from speaking to Kate that I adored a woman in this position – and she was adorable!

Taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of a woman, I leant forward and tenderly kissed her neck. Slowly and gently I stoked her shoulders, down her back, across the glorious rise of her bottom, and down to the backs of her knees. Her expression became dreamlike as she looked back at me. Up and down a few times gently then with just a little more firmness and concentration on the rise of her bottom for just a little longer. Now and again I looked across at Toni and Kate. I could see her moving gently back into him so I assumed that watching his wife be pleasured was inducing the erection that Kate desired and that she was beginning to enjoy it.

Time to move on. Leaving one hand trailing on her bottom I leant forward and whispered, "Legs open now Gina."

She smiled and slowly her legs parted. I was quickly between, excitedly looking down on my favourite place. I began by dragging my open hands firmly across her wonderfully fleshy bottom cheeks and right down her thighs. She moaned softly and pushed her pussy into the bed. Attention to her bottom was beginning to lift her again. I did this for a few moments then my thumbs found the valley between her cheeks, slightly open in this position, her tiny star just visible. Two or three passes brought further moans and a deep sigh.

Bending my head I kissed and gently bit her bottom cheeks as well as using my tongue to taste the slight saltiness of her skin. Now to the nub of the matter! Shifting my position slightly I was able to begin with my tongue at the base of her spine and then drag it right down across her tight anus to the back of her pussy.

"Oh Gran dio, dio, dio," was all I heard and a slight shift back towards me. I concentrated on her pussy for a few moments, enjoying the flavour of her juices, before paying attention to her perineum by licking back and forth. Gina's moans were louder now, with little spurts of Italian that I didn't understand. Moving up just an inch my tongue found her ring. I teased it softly then had to move away myself because I was close just then. Regaining control and with a wry smile at Toni and Kate I moved my head back and began rimming Gina's delightful back door. She was so tiny there in those early days having yet to learn to control the muscle. 

I rimmed her for a while then leant forward and whispered, "Gina, Gina love, reach back and hold yourself open." She didn't hesitate and both hands reached behind, covered her bottom, and opened her cheeks wide.

I was mesmerised and almost on autopilot just then. I hadn't expected her to comply quite so quickly. It was almost too much and I leant forward cock in hand. Whether I would have I don't know. I like to think I would have fucked her pussy in that position but the desire to bugger her was so strong, almost overwhelming. Kate knew and I was brought out of my reverie by her hand on my arm.

"Not yet love," she whispered, "not yet." She knew how difficult this was for me. I felt unclean just then. My thoughts had not been pleasant. I wanted Gina, wanted her arse, wanted it hard and long and, god (if there is one) forbid, I might have taken it. Thankfully I never had the chance to find out. My love was there, in control.

"It's all right love, I understand," she laughed, "deep breaths now, remember – control!"

I took a deep breath and got hold of myself then, with a smile and nod to Kate, who had now moved back to Toni, I bent forward and resumed my homage to this beautiful, sensuous, desirable woman. I had total access to her rear entry, a little apart now as her cheeks were opened by her hands. I wallowed! I licked, rimmed gently, even bit the inside of valley, before the final pleasure.

Rolling my tongue I probed, gently at first then with more pressure until, finally, the muscle relaxed and my tongue eased inside her rectum. I tasted the lubrication used for the enema and knew she was empty; ready to receive a cock deep in her arse. In lieu of that I tongue fucked her there for a while before pulling away and kneeling up. I had too, much more and I'd have spilt the load destined for Kate's bottom on the sheets! 

"Gina," I said, "time now love. Kneel now. Head down, bottom up," She did. No hesitation and a look back as she did so that said, quite clearly, 'fuck my arse'. I looked forlornly a Kate who was whispering quietly to Toni. She told me afterwards that she was telling him about how a woman could get so caught up in what was happening she could go too far. I think Gina was approaching that point just then. The problem is, it's catching. I felt, just then, that it would be OK to just take her virginity. She wanted me to so, even if it hurt her, it would be OK. She would probably be OK about it then, but after?

Kate stopped then as I looked across, crawled over to Gina, and began to speak to her quietly. I couldn't hear what she was saying so took the opportunity to look across at Toni. He was watching intensely, thankfully without any sign of concern. I caught his eye and, smiling, raised my eyebrows questioningly. He took a deep breath then smiled back and nodded. He was all right with this.

Kate looked up then, "She's OK Mike. Finish it now," then she added with a smile, "I don't think any of us can take much more of this!"

I smiled and reached for the oil we used for lubrication in those days. Not as sophisticated as the lube's available nowadays but it did the job and didn't taste too bad. Using thumb and forefinger on one hand I opened her valley then dribbled the oil so that it ran across her anus and onto the back of her pussy, settling there. Using my middle finger I began to work the oil around her ring, easing it into the muscle. Then the real test of control. Another squeeze right onto her anus then my middle finger probing for entry.

"Relax Gina," I said softly, "let me in." Well she had before but now the situation was different wasn't it? This was a prelude to being fucked up the arse – to put it crudely – and I suppose she thought she might, just might, have that happen now. "Just my finger caro, finger only."

She relaxed and my finger slid in to the first joint. There was a sob from Gina, not pain, pleasure and she made to push back. I had been given very strict instructions by Kate so held Gina with my other hand. "No caro, just this. You must wait." Now I began to fuck her arse with just and inch of finger. She tried to take more but that was all she was allowed that night. She took much more on the night of her 'initiation'!

It didn't take long before she shuddered into orgasm with a gasp and a torrent of Italian. Glancing at Toni I saw his smile. "You can understand that?"

"Mmm," he laughed, "very naughty!"

"You'll have to translate one day," said Kate with a smile then, "time to move on Mike." I smiled and nodded. Taking my finger from her bottom hole I gripped my cock and pointed it at her luscious pussy. I'm not sure she was down from her orgasm as I pushed forward and entered her. This elicited another gasp and a look back which soon changed to a look forward as Toni presented his cock to her. She grabbed it eagerly and I could see the strained look on his face as her mouth closed over the head. Now we both began to gently fuck her. This was her first experience of two men so we were gentle. Mind you, the way she was pushing back on me and gulping on Toni's cock, she seemed extremely happy. I didn't take long for her to cum again. I knew this one was good because I felt her pussy try to milk my cum. I'd steeled myself however, my cum was destined for another place.

As her orgasm left her, Gina sank to the sheets. She looked shagged out frankly – well she had been after all! Now Kate took charge. It was her scene now and she knew exactly how she wanted it played.

"Mike," she said with a smile, "look after Gina for a while, Toni is going to get me ready aren't you love?" He took a deep breath and nodded, moving towards her. So I lay there, one arm covering Gina, as we both watched her husband 'ready' my wife to be filled with two loads of cum in her bottom. He was confident now, confident in his ability and in my agreement, and watching him was exciting. I could see Kate have a marvellous orgasm as he fucked her before turning her over and another as his tongue probed her anus. Time now to supervise closely so I knelt up and watched. Gina did the same, eager it seemed, to check that he did it properly!

He dripped the oil into her valley then used his finger to ease the muscle. "Oh god, Toni, inside please," moaned Kate. He glanced at me and I nodded then watched him tease her arsehole with his middle finger. No problem for Kate, she opened and he slipped inside to the first joint. I was watching her face and his. She was entering a realm of pure pleasure, her tongue roving over her lips and her heavily lidded eyes looking up at me. She nodded.

"Push it all in son," I said not realizing the affect that one word would have on Kate. There was a moan, a sigh, then a ripple of emotion across her body as a massive orgasm hit her. I didn't understand it at the time, she explained later. Toni must have felt something as he pushed all of his finger inside her then slowly finger fucked her arse.

"Two Toni, two fingers. And turn them." He looked puzzled so I motioned with turning my wrist. He nodded. A second finger joined the first and continued to finger fuck her slowly and gently. Then turning, rotating the fingers loosening her anus for the final entry.

I bent and kissed Kate on the cheek and whispered, "Time now love. Ready?"

Love shone out of her eyes as she managed to nod, smile, and mutter, "Oh yes, yes."

I motioned to Toni and he shifted sideways. "Gina, Toni, watch if you will." They seemed eager to witness this act of total love and took up position on either side. Quickly grabbing the oil from the side I, carefully I might add, rubbed some onto my rampant cock. I knew this had to be good for her. Slow and easy and last as long as I could. I suddenly had a thought.

"Gina," I said, "reach forward and hold Kate open." This brought a surprised look from them both and a low moan from Kate. She'd seen this on tape as well! "It's OK, isn't it Kate?"

"Oh god yes," was about all she could manage. So Gina, adjusting her position, opened the valley of Kate's bottom displaying her glorious rear tunnel of pleasure.

I pressed my cock firmly at the entrance which opened, with an apparent sigh, and swallowed the head. Again that bliss of Kate's bottom. Hot, so hot, tight but smooth and slippery. I teased her with just the head, rocking gently in and out then halfway deep in one go. A sigh, a moan – another orgasm? Now to fill her as I usually did, a little at a time. It seemed even more exciting as I watched the expression on Gina's face. I was sure she was imagining it happening to her. Toni seemed mesmerised as he watched my cock sink deep into Kate's glorious heaven.

Keeping control by Herculean effort, I fucked Kate slowly and gently, varying depth and angle. After a while I said to Gina, "Let go now love," and Kate's cheeks engulfed my cock. I don't know whether she came during that time. Afterwards she said she didn't really remember much. It was one long plateau of pleasure. Time to finish now. My balls were at bursting point and I could see that Toni was flush as well.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03 Pt. 08



Leaning forward I whispered to Kate, "Now love, now," and with a few final deep thrusts, began to fill her with my offering. As ever this caused a ripple along her back and her anus to grip me hard. That just sucked more spunk from my cock. I stayed in her as long as I could revelling in the tightness on my, now, very sensitive cock but soon had to withdraw.

Her anus closed shut. Kate didn't 'gape' like you see in the modern films. She always thought it un-ladylike (!) and, because of her control of the muscle, didn't need to so now you wouldn't really have known that I had just taken her there but for the slight looseness of her anus.

Moving sideways I looked at Toni, "You now son," I said smiling, "gently and slowly. Do your best!" I knew it would be difficult for him to hold on very long. I remembered my first time and, by the look of him now, he wasn't far away. I quickly moved to Kate's head, holding her hand and kissing her cheek. "Toni now love," I said and she sobbed. I think there was a mixture of intense passion and guilty regret but I kissed her again and whispered, "Enjoy love, enjoy as much as you can." Then I kissed her cheek and said softly "I love you Kate, more than anything." That brought another sob as her hand gripped mine tightly.

It was almost as if it was her first time again. She seemed to tense up then and, although I wasn't watching Toni, I was concentrating on Kate, I knew when his cock touched her. It brought a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft, "Oh god, god. Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh. Yes Toni. Pleeeeeeeese." A shudder rocked her body as yet another 'orgasm' rolled over her. I could feel the bed moving now as Toni began to let go and fuck Kate's arse firmly. Kissing her, I looked up at him. His hips were thrusting into Kate strongly and firmly filling her completely. His cock, though not as long as mine, was wider so must have been giving her intense pleasure.

He couldn't last long though and, after only a few short moments, he threw back his head and roared her name. "Katerina, Katerina, madre, madre. Oh Katerina." It didn't register on me immediately but I suddenly realised her was saying 'mother'. That made me realise that I'd actually called him son. Hell, I thought, things are getting complicated.

Even from where I was I could see his buttocks clenching as he pumped his fluid deep in her bowels where it must have mixed with mine – just as she had fantasized and wanted since we first met them. He was soon falling sideways apparently exhausted by the power of his orgasm. Kate had, by this time, almost passed out from the sheer intensity of her feelings. Her whole body was covered in perspiration, or 'glow' I suppose I should say, her face wet but her lips dry. As he left her she slowly sank to her bed and curled up, apparently asleep.

Toni, having recovered somewhat, seemed concerned as he looked down on her. I smiled up at him, "It's OK son (again!) she's just resting. Toni, take Gina. I think I need to be alone with her now." I had to explain.

"She's going to feel guilty about this." He looked shocked. I smiled, "It's OK Toni," I said, "honestly. But she will need comforting. Anyway," I added with a smile, "I think Gina may well need your services!" I said this because Gina was looking at him as if she would eat him up. She had been rather ignored over the final few minutes but I think the process had excited her somewhat!

He looked at Gina and said, with a smile, "She may have something of a problem there but I will do my best." With that he scooped her in his arms and carried her out of the room.

I turned back to my love. She was resting but her eyes were open. I bent and kissed her and her arms came up and held me. Held me so tight I never though they'd let me go. Truth to tell, I didn't care!

I realised, after a while, that she way crying softly. Stroking her hair I whispered, "Shush love, don't cry."

SOB, "I'm so ashamed!!!" she managed to say but she wouldn't look at me.

"Ashamed?" I said turning her head gently so I could look into her eyes, "Ashamed? Kate love, you don't have anything to be ashamed of!"

"Oh Mike, Mike what will you think of me? Toni? Gina?"

I smiled softly, "I expect they'll love you," I said, "perhaps not quite as much as me, but I suspect they will."

She looked surprised. "Kate, sweetheart. It was what you wanted and I'm fairly certain you enjoyed it." This brought a smile to her face, a sad one but a smile after all. "You couldn't see their faces, or mine," I continued, "we all love you, love each other I think, and this was, well just another way of showing it. Now," I said with mock severity, "I want no more of this," I laughed, "I want you to tell me what it was like!"

This seemed to bring her round and she smiled something of her usual smile, "You are a beast," she said, her smile broadening then, "you just want to know whether he's better at . . . well you know . . . than you?"

I laughed, "No, I'm pretty confident," I said.

"Big head," she laughed then added softly, "but no one can ever be!"

Love welled in me so strongly that it was almost uncontrollable and I held her tightly to me in turn struggling to hold back the emotion that burst forth. "Kate, oh Kate, I love you, you minx," I finally managed to say with a laugh, "you always know how to make me feel good."

She was quiet for a moment then, "Why did you call him 'son'? You didn't say 'old son', just 'son'. Why?" It seemed to be an important question and it proved difficult to answer.

I thought for a moment. "I don't know really love. It seemed right. Heck Kate, feelings for these two are difficult!"

She smiled slowly, "Mmm, I know. When you said that, then again later, it was almost too much to bear, love. I saw you and Joy and it was me and Toni." She took a deep breath, "Is that wrong?"

I laughed, "Well, even if he was your son, perhaps I'm not the right person to ask whether it was wrong." She smiled, "But he isn't so, no it's not wrong in any book. Kate, love, there's something going on here that's more than just in the bedroom. You feel it, I feel it, and I think they do as well. And it's a good feeling love. A very good feeling!"

She smiled and hugged me, "Yes," she said, "a very good feeling."

I laughed, "So you like the idea of your 'son' fucking you do you?"

She laughed back, blues banished now, "I think I do. As I said, I kept on, keep on thinking, of you with Joyce. It excites me even more." I raised my eyebrows. "I don't know why," she went on, "I suppose it's because I know you feel, and felt then, so strongly about her."

"Mmm, I did love but I feel that about you now."

"Oh I know that," she laughed, then she added with a sly smile, "anyway, if I like my 'son' fucking me, do you like fucking your 'daughter'?"

"Mmm," I said, "I think I do but not as much as I like fucking my wife!" That made her laugh and she was OK, back to normal.

She wriggled then, "I think I'm going to have to go to the bathroom," she said with a smile, "you two, WELL!!"

"Was it good love, like you expected?"

"Mmm. More, much more but," she added quietly, "I don't want to do it again." I raised my eyebrows. "Mike, it's too much. I've done it once, that's enough."

I smiled, "Mum says you should try everything twice you know," she smiled back, "once to see whether you like it or not and again to make sure!"

"I know," she said laughing, "but in this case I am sure. Now, leave me be while I . . . you know . . . then we can shower." I gave her a few minutes then followed her into the bathroom. We showered together and I washed her carefully and lovingly. I felt almost as if I was paying homage to her.

As we dried each other with soft towels I said, "We didn't hurt you did we, you know, your bottom."

She smiled, "No, not really. You were both a bit intense and I'm a little sore there but that'll soon go away." Now I was concerned.

"Kate, let me put some of mum's special cream on," I laughed, "I promise to be gentle and no hanky-panky." She gave me a loving look.

"OK, come on, into the bedroom." Naked, she laid face down on the bed. She was so lovely! I don't think I have the words to say how I felt then. They weren't sexual feelings, sex was far from my mind. I got the special cream and some massage oils – all supplied by mum who concocted them herself.

"I'll massage you love."

"Ooohhh yes," she said with a smile, "mmm, I'll enjoy that."

"Open up then and I'll do the cream." So I did then massaged her with soothing oils. Then she insisted on doing the same to me. I think it must have been gone 2.00 am before we got to sleep but what a wonderful end to a marvellous evening. I went out like a light with Kate in my arms.

Not surprisingly, I didn't wake early in the morning but, as usual, it was before Kate and with no bedclothes. I got up quietly so as not to wake her, went downstairs and laid out breakfast. Toni was down soon afterwards. I greeted him with a cheery 'Good morning' and he responded but seemed nervous.

"What is it Toni?" I asked. No sense in leaving things unsaid. To much harm comes of that – I should know!

He smiled nervously, "Last night . . . Mike I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?"

"Yes, sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have."

"You mean with Kate?"

Even more nervously he responded with a downcast expression, "I got carried away . . .!

I moved and, arm around his shoulder, reassured him. "Nothing to be ashamed of or worried about Toni." He looked relieved. "We are four now I think and nothing that happened last night was out of order. Kate wanted it and I wanted to see it for her." I laughed, "Anyway, you lost your 'virginity' – something to remember!"

I think he realised then that it was OK because he looked relieved. "Is she, is Katerina all right?"

"Mmm," I murmured, "but tired I think. How about Gina. Did you again before sleep?" I added with a smile.

He laughed, "No," he said, "she didn't have the energy. Lucky really because I don't think I could have done anything." He paused the think, "Mike it was so, so exciting. Intense." He looked away then back, "I think I love her Mike. It's like I feel for Gina. Ohhhh this is difficult, like but not the same. Do you understand?"

"I think I do but it doesn't matter. I'm glad you feel that way about her, makes it all more intense doesn't it?"

"I haven't had that many woman," he said, "not like you, but Katerina is . . . I don't know, different."

"I think she's just very good at sex," I said with a smile. "I'm a bloody lucky man you know and you are as well. You have Gina and now Kate. Come on, no moping, help me get breakfast."

Kate and Gina rolled down about half an hour later looking somewhat the worse for wear. Kate told me that she felt drained after the night before. So many orgasms, such intensity.

We sat down for breakfast and I realised that we all needed a quiet day, and night! "I think we're all a bit bushed," I said, "so . . . It's a nice day so why don't we stroll to the club and have some lunch, grab a bottle of wine and four glasses, and find that quiet hill. You know Kate, overlooking the downs."

"Mmm, it's nice there. Quiet, peaceful. Mmm, shall we Gina?"

"Mmm, yes. Toni?"

He laughed, "Oh yes. Anything for a rest!!" They both pouted at him outrageously then Kate followed up by poking her tongue out at him provocatively.

"You don't like us any more?"

"Oh yes, I like you both very much but I am . . . how do you say Mike? Kerrackered!"

"You mean knackered," I corrected with a laugh, "and I know how you feel." This brought two more outrageous pouts but I'm bloody sure that neither of them would have been up for it either!

The day slipped quietly away in good companionship. A nice lunch, a pleasant walk to the quiet hill, a downed bottle of wine, then a stroll home. No one felt like cooking so we introduced Gina and Toni to a British standard, an Indian take-away. Indian cuisine hadn't reached Italy in those days and they were most surprised at the food. I'm not sure they really enjoyed it the first time but they came to later.

We sat in the lounge afterward with coffee and liqueurs just chatting and being together. I felt 'comfortable' there with them. Nothing sexual now at all, just feeling part of a 'family'. A very strange family I realise but a family nevertheless.

We all seemed to be nodding of around 9.00 and I had an idea. "Kate," I said, "I'm tired but how about a nice bubble bath before we turn in?"

"Mmm, sounds good. Join us?" she asked Toni and Gina. Gina looked rather concerned, so did Toni. Kate laughed, "NO HANKY-PANKY (that took some explaining as well!). Just a nice soak in the Jacuzzi. You haven't done that yet have you?" They shook their heads. "No, thought not," said Kate.

"Now you men! NO FUNNY BUSINESS. We're both tired!"

"US? US?" I said in mock astonishment, "US. If there is any bloody funny business I bet I know who'll start it! Come on you lot – bathroom!"

Well, we did spend a while in the water and there wasn't any funny business. Mind you, as we climbed into bed Kate did suggest that it might be an interesting place to start proceedings one day! I think the bath relaxed us all and I went to bed in a sort of daze, holding a silk pyjama clothed nymph in my arms.

So ends the first foursome (and only one I'll write up). The next episode will be the two women and Mike while Toni is 'elsewhere' (perhaps you can guess – but that may take some time to write up!). I'm working on that and the later threesome with Toni, Mike and Kate – the DP, so lots more to come. I do have pics of the clothing and I have at last found pics on the net of a beautiful young woman who is as close to my idea of Kate in her twenties as it is possible to get. Mail if you are interested but I am away for the last two of weeks of August.

Please, please let me know whether you are enjoying this (OK anon UK I know you are-thanks!) but anyone else please let me know – and vote.



The Women in My Life Ch. 03



Her CV, whilst it didn't demonstrate much practical experience, showed her to be clever, very clever indeed. She had three 'A' levels: Mathematics, Physics, and rather strangely I thought, English Literature, and all the right GCSE's at a very high grade. She looked promising but lacking experience.

We'd seen 5 candidates and rejected three straight away, leaving the other two to discuss. Now we got ready for Miss Rodgers.

"Oh, Mike, I know what I meant to tell you. I think that this girl is Mandy's cousin."

"Really? Didn't you know?"

"No. She lives in Chelsea that's where her cousins live. If she is I think you might have actually met her."

"Met her? I don't remember anyone by that name."

He laughed, "No, you wouldn't, she was a bit young for you. It was at your birthday/housewarming party."

"Bloody hell John, that was five years ago." I looked at her form, "she'd only have been what, sixteen, perhaps not even that."

"I remember, she was staying with us. Her parents were abroad and Mandy offered to look after her during the summer holidays. Nice kid, tubby mind," he added with a smile, "not your type!"

"I should think not," I said, intrigued now, "I don't like young girls you know that."

"No," he said, "any other type but not young!"

I laughed. He was fairly staid was John, ever faithful to Mandy who was to him as well. She was actually rather tasty and, had she not been married to my best friend, I'm sure I would have tried it on. I think she knew that because she tended to flirt with me outrageously. It seemed to do her good and I enjoyed it.

"She looks good on paper," I said, "three 'A's and lots of good GCSE's. English Lit.? That's seems odd with all the others."

"Mmm," he said, "isn't that yours?"

It was, the only one I ever got. "Yea, it is," I said, "I sat it late remember, after I left school. Anyway, shall we get her in?"

"Sure."

I buzzed for Heather to show her in. When a candidate entered I always asked them if they wanted a coffee. It was our way of judging how confident they were. Very few people said yes. I'd also ask them to sit down. So, as Heather poked her head round the door, I was standing ready to greet Miss Rodgers.

Then it happened, she walked in and my life changed! 

I didn't know it at the time but it did. For some unexplained reason my mind went suddenly blank as I looked at her. I didn't think I'd ever seen anyone so perfectly lovely before. Now, as I later came to realise, whilst Katherine is very attractive, she isn't actually pretty she has more of a presence, but just at that moment, well!

I should describe her as she was then because it will become obvious why she affected me like this. Kate was fairly tall, much taller than mum, about 5' 10" and quite slim without being thin. She had long legs, we say 'that went up to her bum', and a very shapely bum it turned out to be but I didn't see that just then. She was wearing one of those long skirts that fall off the hip, accentuating the figure, and quite high heeled boots so she looked even taller. Topped off with a crimson red blouse (my favourite colour) and a pale cream jacket.

Now, and be ready for this, she had auburn hair cut to shoulder length and straight (I know!). Her eyes, which I couldn't fail to notice, were blue/green with more green than blue, (yes now I know!) and set wide apart. Her mouth was a little too large for beauty and her chin just too square but her face had a strong, determined look. Yes, all right, I know now but I didn't then! I suppose I should have but, well, how can I explain it. She seemed to blow my mind!

Of course, while I was taking all this in she was fixing me with a most marvellous smile which made it even more difficult for my brain to function. 

I suddenly heard John say, "Hello Miss Rodgers, would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Mmm," she said turning her gaze to him, "that would be nice," she replied confidently.

"Heather, all of us I think!" John said and, thankfully by now I'd regained some composure.

"Oh, I'm sorry Miss Rodgers. Katherine isn't it? What can we call you?"

"I prefer Kate," she said with a smile.

I returned it now and said, "I'm Mike Prentiss and this is John Peterson. Mike and John! We don't stand on too much ceremony in the company. Do have a seat." She sat and Heather arrived with the coffee. To be honest I don't remember much of that interview. Only green eyes with a touch of blue and straight auburn hair. I must have got through it because I heard John finishing off, answering her question, what it was I don't know, and then she left.

"She's going to wait," he said. We asked applicants if they wanted to wait for our decision. Not many did, none had today until now. "She's with Heather. Now," he went on, "what the hell's the matter with you. That was probably the worst interview you've ever done?"

"I thought it went OK," I said rather unconvincingly.

"OK," he said with a laugh, "you could hardly string two words together. Bloody hell Mike, she wasn't that good looking!"

"Wasn't she?" I asked surprised because to me she looked pretty good.

"No she wasn't. Attractive and with presence but not that pretty, comely perhaps. Anyway, enough of that. What about these three?" So we discussed the three applicants. One guy was a cert so we OK'd him straight away. The other guy was pretty good and I quite liked him. I look back now and I know he wasn't as good as Kate. I think I was subconsciously aware that something was going on here, that's why I plumped for him. John, however, was having none of it.

"She's far better qualified, she's much more confident, and she's got an excellent command of English, always valuable in setting out patent letters. I think she'll be OK. Look, you can hardly object, you didn't really interview her."

"No? I thought I did. OK, have it your way. Her and the other guy then. I'll get Heather to do the letters. Do you want me to tell her?"

"Please. I've got to get back across the river. See you later," and off he went. Now I had to tell Katherine she was successful and I was strangely reluctant to see her again, why I can't say. 

I buzzed Heather on the intercom, "Can you pop in Heather." She came in a moment later. "Will you ask Miss Rodgers to come in please, and stay Heather." She raised her eyebrows but I ignored her implied question. She quickly popped outside and came back with Katherine. "Sit down Miss Rodgers," oh very formal, I thought, especially after first name terms in the interview: idiot! She favoured me with a lovely smile, sat, glanced at Heather questioningly, then looked at me. "We'd like to offer you the post Kate, if I may call you that."

Again, that lovely smile, "Yes, I'd like that," she said, "when do you want me to start?" she added with another glance at Heather. 

"Well," I said pensively, "I suppose, if you want to, in a couple of weeks. You're not working now are you?"

"No." Another smile. God she was confident. You don't meet many women as confident in their whole demeanour as Kate was then, at least in the office. Little did I know it was something of a charade.

"OK, say three weeks then. You can get the necessary letters done can't you Heather?" She nodded. "Good, three weeks then. The personnel people in Southwark will be in touch with you. Thanks again for joining us."

"It's my pleasure," she said firmly and fixed me with her eyes as if she were going to say more. Then she glanced at Heather, back at me, stood, and offered me her hand. "Thank you again Mr Prentiss," she said, "oh sorry, Mike." Strangely, she seemed reluctant to let go of my hand.

"I'll show you out," said Heather hauling her away. Heather came back a couple of minutes later.

"What did you think of her?"

She laughed, "She's certainly a confident young woman isn't she and," she added with a knowing look, "she certainly knows what she wants." Me, ever dense about Kate at that time, assumed she meant the job.

"Mmm. She came over very well in the interview."

"I'm sure she did! I'll do the letters before I go home."

"Thanks Heather. I've got a few things to do so I'll lock up," and that was it.

Chapter 4:Kate moves nearer and there are

changes at home.

I didn't think much more about Kate. I was busy and she worked in Southwark. I was surprised, however, when I saw mum on what must have been the Friday after she started. Over dinner she mentioned Kate.

"I met that new girl on Wednesday Mike."

"Who?" I wasn't being obstructive, I really didn't remember. It was a busy time.

"Kate Rodgers, you know, in the research department. She's Amanda's cousin isn't she. Remember, you met her at your 21st party."

"Heck mum, that was over 5 years ago. I met loads of people then."

"She seems like a nice girl. Very well read. We chatted for ages. Do you know she likes Science Fiction just like you. Strange isn't it, not too many women read that sort of thing."

"Well she is almost a scientist so it's not so surprising."

"She seemed very interested in you," mum said with a smile.

"I'm sure she wasn't," and with that the conversation drifted onto something else. I suppose I should have taken more note of that incident because, over the next couple of months, mum and her became quite good friends, very good friends in fact, often lunching together. I can't believe mum didn't know what was going on but she didn't mention it to me.

A month or so later it came to the time for Heather to leave. I'd put off looking for a replacement, silly I suppose, a PA is so important to a busy man, and I was busy, but I thought I'd get one fairly quickly – pay and conditions were very good. I was going to use an agency which was unusual for our company, we usually advertised vacancies in house to give people a chance to move on but PA'ing is a specialised job. I didn't realise anything was going on until John mentioned that Kate was interested.

"But she's a research assistant John, not a bloody PA."

"She's got the skills Mike and she seems very interested. You should see how she runs her own diary and the research folders. I think she could hack it." I wasn't convinced. Then, on Friday evening after dinner, mum was at it as well.

"I spoke to Kate Mike, she's very interested in doing your PA job."

"John said that but she a research assistant."

"Yes, I know but she's very clever Mike. Oh, give her a shot. If she's no good she can always go back to research." Well that was a pretty good argument. Not much to lose and it would show the staff that we did want them to expand their skill horizons.

I had a quiet chat with Kate beforehand just to check out her abilities. I was strangely uncomfortable alone with her, she had a way of looking at me which, even for someone as experienced with the opposite sex as me, seemed to be intimidating. Again, I'm sure that, had I not been so dense in respect of Kate, I would have realised what was happening. Anyway a week later she arrived in the office to work out Heather's last two weeks. Heather had been open with us, saying she wasn't coming back. That helped us out no end and she left with a very hefty bonus and our good wishes. I've kept in touch with her over the years and our families became friends. Kate, well Kate settled in to a PA's job as if she'd been born to it. By the end of the first week with Heather she had virtually taken over, leaving Heather rather amazed. She was so organised, prompt, efficient, and always smart. She was exceptionally good on the telephone, very good as I later discovered!

It was her second week there that things changed at home. I knew that mum and Joe were seeing each other, usually during the week. She said she wanted to save the weekends for me but this weekend I'd told her not to be silly and go out with him on Saturday night. She got back very late. I was in with Angela and only heard her go to her bedroom. She seemed rather sheepish in the morning and, whilst not that much different, made it clear that she wasn't interested in sex. I guessed what had happened and that was confirmed on Monday when dear old Joe did his level best to avoid me.

"Have a good night on Saturday?" I asked cheekily.

"Oh, oh yes, very good. Yes. Mike about those figures for Canada . . ."

I laughed inwardly. He obviously didn't want to talk about it. I suppose he thought I'd be annoyed. Far from it! I suppose I need to explain. I wasn't jealous, truthfully. I only wanted mum's happiness. I knew Joe pretty well, we'd worked together for nearly four years and I saw how he dealt with his wife's death. He was a good man, I felt that, and if he was stuck on mum, it was all right with me. I realised that it would mean the end of us sleeping together, I'm not going to lie here, I knew I would miss her a lot, but we'd had almost 8 years of each other. That's a lot of good memories.

Joe didn't see mum that week and I wondered why: then she phoned on Thursday to say that Angela would be at John's over the weekend and we'd be on our own. That was strange, she never did that, still I didn't think anything of it. I realised that something was different however, when I got home on Friday. She looked absolutely fantastic and she'd prepared a superb meal. When we got into bed she wouldn't leave me alone. Then on Saturday she strolled around the house in the sexiest underwear, sexy clothes, naked. I just couldn't stop fucking her and she wanted it, wanted it more than she'd ever seemed to before. Saturday night, well, wow. I took her arse in every position we'd ever tried and then some. I took it with a 10" dildo in her pussy, then with a 4" butt plug up my arse. We licked, sucked, fucked until we could manage no more. Then, on Sunday morning she was at me again. It was fantastic. I've never in my life experienced a weekend of such constant sexual stimulation. By Sunday afternoon I could hardly stand.

Of course, by now I knew something was happening so I was ready when we sat together on the sofa after lunch. We hadn't bothered to dress, just wearing silk dressing gowns, and she was holding me under the gown, touching and stroking my skin.

"Mike," she said softly, "Mike, I need to . . . Oh Mike," and she began to cry.

"Shush mum, shush," I said stroking her cheek then moving her head so I could look into those lovely green eyes. "I know, don't worry."

"Oh Mike, so many feelings, so much sadness but, oh dear . . . How to say it. I like him Mike. He's nice and," she looked back at me and smiled sadly seeming somehow embarrassed, "you knew didn't you, last weekend, we did it."

I laughed, "Well, I guessed mum. You were different and poor old Joe hardly spoke to me all week. I think he's terrified I'll be angry."

"Mike, it wasn't like with you, well it was but not so strong and he was so kind. Worried that he'd overstepped the mark, about how I would feel." She smiled, "He even apologised afterwards for taking advantage of me. Him take advantage of me!" I could tell she was happy with him.

"You like him don't you?"

"Oh Mike I never thought to find a man for myself but, well he might be and . . ." she looked away.

I kissed her gently on the cheek not the mouth as usual. "I understand mum, I'm your son again. Your lover is in the past." She began to cry. "Shush, it's what I've always wanted mum, for you to find someone to love, someone to be happy with."

"But you," she said through her tears, "you haven't found anyone yet."

"I will mum, don't you worry, I'm sure I will." As it happened, I didn't. Someone found (or was finding) me! It was a pretty sombre afternoon, especially after such an exciting couple of nights but the whole weekend was something fantastic to remember, fantastic for us both. It was the last time we made love and, although I missed it, I was happy.

The next weekend mum invited Joe over on Saturday and we played golf in the afternoon. Mum said she wanted me to get to know him. I'd explained we'd worked together for over 4 years, I did know him.

"Socially," she said, "get to know him socially."

I laughed and humoured her. It was useful though because I found he was easy to talk to. He had a good nature and he was a good listener. I took the opportunity to ask him about Kate. It was the end of her first week on her own and I wondered how others in the office felt about her.

"Joe?" I said as we sat in the bar, "what do you think of Kate?"

He gave me a funny look then said, "I think she's a very able young woman. Very determined mind, I suspect she's got a mind of her own."

"She seems to have settled in well."

Another look, "I think she knows what she wants," he said, "and she works to get it."

"What do you mean?" I know, bloody dense!

"Well," he said hesitantly, "she wanted that job so she went out and got it, and she is good at it, it seems." I thought that he wasn't telling me everything but let it be anyway. Yes, I was still very dense about her. Why, well I don't know. I can only assume that I did know subconsciously but didn't do anything about it. That evening there was a major change in our lives. Joe got up to leave after dinner but mum checked him. 

"Why don't you stay tonight?" she said looking at him then at me adding a wink he didn't see. He looked at her and I knew he wanted to, then he looked at me.

"Yes," I said, "silly to trudge all the way home. Stay. We've got plenty of spare rooms," I said with a smile, "you'll be perfectly safe." Mum laughed and, after a moment, so did he. 

"Thanks," he said apologetically, "it'll be nice to stay."

"Mmm, yes it will," said mum with all the passion I recognised but which went right over Joe's head, bless him. I guessed what she was about now so I wasn't surprised when she said, about 10 o'clock. "Oh, I'm sleepy. I think I'll go to bed," then she looked at me. I winked and nodded, "Come on Joe!"

Well, his chin hit the floor! "Errr, ummm, errr," was all he could manage as he looked at me then Angela in panic. I just smiled, trying to let him know that it was OK with me, not that I had any right of course, but I'm sure he thought I did. I think he saw me as in loco parentis for mum really and wanted my approval.

"Come on Joe," she said with a soft smile, "I've got a very comfy bed!" He looked at me with an apologetic smile then got up and took her hand, following her slowly upstairs. They looked good together.

Angela, sitting there watching all this, came over and sat next to me. "You're a very special young man, rascal," she said smiling and putting her arms around me. "Are you OK?"

"Mmm, yes Angela, I'm fine. You must know, we talked about it. I'm pleased for her. I hope he's the right one, she has waited such a bloody long time hasn't she?"

"Mmm, I suppose she has but you've helped her Mike, more than you can know and she loves you so."

"And I love her. Joe won't change that." I turned to her and smiled, "Well, what do you think of him?"

"I think he's a nice man. Joy's told me about his wife and how he looked after her."

"Yes," I said, "he was with me then. It was cruel Angela, but then life is cruel."

"What about you, nothing on the horizon? She's going to worry you know."

I smiled, "No, nothing on the horizon, just the usual."

She kissed my cheek, "Do you want to?"

I kissed her mouth, "Do you?"

"Mmm," she said, "I don't think Joy is going to let him get much sleep tonight and I'll never sleep imagining what's going on in there so let's make our own music."

"Good idea," I said and we drifted off to bed and we did play a couple of happy tunes together!

The next morning was quite funny. Both mum and Joe were shy. They came down hand in hand and Joe had that look on his face, amazement was the only way to describe it. Mum had that satisfied look. I suspect Joe had been busy most of the night! Angela and I greeted them with a big smile. I hugged mum and shook Joe's hand to show I didn't mind – to put his mind to rest about me, and Angela hugged him as well: and she could hug!




The Women in My Life Ch. 03



"Put him down Angela," mum said with a laugh, "he's mine!" I suspected that Angela was just a tiny bit jealous now that mum had a man of her own but she wouldn't show it. Joe must have had the night of his dreams. I could tell by mum's manner that she had certainly showed him the ropes overnight. He was looking at her in 'that' way and I'm sure he was completely and utterly hooked.

For a couple of months things went on as normal. Joe and mum saw a lot of each other and I could tell they were becoming very close. Angela was spending more time with John and Mandy looking after the kids and there was talk of building a 'granny flat' on the side of their house. I was suddenly faced with the prospect of living on my own in that great big house but I didn't think about it that much. It was a lean period for me, probably the only time in my life that I didn't have sex on a regular basis. I did take one or two 'hostesses' to events where I needed a partner and I generally bedded them but that was all. Now I know this is strange but it's not that I didn't feel like it, I did, but I didn't go out looking and, surprisingly, I didn't get any phone calls from old girlfriends (I did find out why afterwards!)

Chapter 5:I (?) ask Kate out:

Kate was perfect, everything a boss could want, completely managing my life at work. I played squash, golf at the weekends, had a glass of wine with my friends but I was at a loose end. Then, one Friday evening as I was getting ready to leave the office, Kate poked her head round.

"Mike," she said tentatively, not in her normal voice, "can I have a word with you. Private!" That meant soft chairs so I moved round my desk and sat down.

"Course Kate, have a seat."

She sat primly opposite me. She looked particularly lovely today, I thought, but then I suddenly realised that she always looked lovely! I sat quietly waiting for her to begin but a bit confused because I'd realised something that should have been obvious.

She fixed me with those lovely green eyes (I know!!!) and said softly, "Mike, what's the matter with me?"

I was surprised, "Pardon Kate?"

"What's the matter with me?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. You're perfect. I couldn't want for a better PA."

"I don't mean that," she said, "I meant what's the matter with ME?" I still didn't get her question.

"Kate, I'm sorry, I don't understand."

She took a deep breath and seemed to steel herself. "I mean," she said fixing me with those devastating eyes then looking away, "I mean . . . Look, you've taken out every available girl in this organisation," she fixed me with her eyes again and adding grumpily, "and bedded most of them. What's the matter with me?"

What was she saying. I hadn't asked her out? But I didn't, not the girls in my office and certainly not my PA.

"Kate, there's nothing the matter with you. I've never asked the girls who work here, you know that."

"You didn't even when I worked at Southwark," she said, "why?" Another look.

"Oh heck Kate, it was only three months, given more time I would have, I'm sure. You're very lovely!" Did I say that?

"You would have?" she said.

"Yes," I said with a smile, "I'm sure I would have."

"So you want to take me out?" Hang on, where was this going?

"Well I would have, I'm sure."

"Do you now?"

"Well yes, I suppose I do," and I did, or I supposed I did. I couldn't help feeling that I was being manipulated here.

"So, you want to take me out?"

"Yes."

"All right, yes. When?"

"Errrrmmm," what was happening here?

"How about tomorrow?"

"Err, yes, tomorrow? Fine."

"Where? I need to know how to dress."

"Errrmm, a drink and a meal. Is that OK?" Why was I asking her?

"Mmm, lovely. Thanks. I'm looking forward to it. 'night, I'll see you tomorrow! About 7?" and with that she tripped happily out of the office. I sat there for a while somewhat stunned. What had just happened? Apparently I'd asked Kate out but it didn't feel like that. I'd been well and truly had! I didn't mind. I think part of me must have been shutting off my feelings about her. She was obviously very attractive and a pleasure to work with. Going out with her would be enjoyable as well, I thought as I sat there.

When I told mum that evening she laughed. "Good," she said, "I'm glad you've managed to finally ask her out. You know she is very interested in you."

"I remember, you told me. I don't understand?"

She smiled, "You will, don't worry." As I look back I wonder if women have this secret society who's major aim is to confuse and mystify us males!

"Mum," I said, "why don't you ask Joe over tomorrow. I'll probably stay in town Saturday night and Angela's away. You can have the house to yourself."

"Mmm," she said with a sexy smile, "mmm, sounds good." Then she looked at me, "I'm becoming very fond of him Mike and now I'm 'training' him, he's like a tiger in the bedroom!"

I laughed, "With you he hasn't got much option!"

She laughed back, "I haven't had him there yet," she said indicating her bottom, "I don't think he's ever done that, might not even have thought about it. Mike," she said pensively, "do you think he will, you know, like it. It's so important for me, you know that."

"I don't know mum. He doesn't seem prudish. You're the best judge. How is he in the bedroom?" I know it sounds strange that we should discuss him like this but you must understand. We'd been lovers for eight years. Every form of sex you could think of, we'd practised. I knew how to please her, and she knew how to please me. I realised that she needed that final release of anal sex. It was her thing.

"He's not shy now," she said, "he was at first. Oh Mike, he's only ever been with his wife and that was pretty straight. You know they never had children. I get the feeling she was well, not frigid, but not that interested." She laughed, "Now he realises how interested I am he's losing his inhibitions."

"Mum, I just think you've got to tell him you like it and show him how good it can be. You never know, he might just be an arse man like me!"

She laughed, "Oh, I don't think that there are many who like it quite as much as you!" and she looked at me with desire in her eyes. It was difficult for both of us just then.

"Come on," I said calming the situation because I wanted her as well, "let's go out for dinner."

She took a deep breath, smiled, and kissed my cheek, "I love you, my son," she said.

"And I love you, my mother." We hugged and left for the meal.

I played golf on Saturday morning, on my own. It gave me a chance to think about what was happening. It doesn't do much for your game really, but out there, in the open with nothing to concentrate on other that hitting that little ball, your mind can wander. I began to wonder what might have been happening. All those comments about Kate being a girl who 'knew what she wanted'. What was it she actually wanted? Surely not me? I couldn't believe that a woman would set out to get a man like that, let alone me: it didn't seem possible, but there was no doubt she was interested in me. Mum could vouch for that, and Heather had said that Kate buttonholed her in the office after the interview.

I realised too, that I did like her, liked her a lot and I began to see why. I was mulling over how she looked as I strolled round the course and it became obvious just now, why it hadn't before I don't know. She looked like mum. Same hair, same eyes, and a not too dissimilar face. She was taller of course, and slimmer, but she was like mum in personality as well. Mum could be stubborn and determined and I'd found out that Kate could be that too. I was aware though, that you couldn't just like a girl because she was like your mum, there has to be more to it than that. Mind you, not many sons have quite the relationship I had with my mother.

By the end of the round I'd made up my mind to let things take their course. I still couldn't believe that she'd set her sights on me, I was just going to enjoy her company and see how things went. Strangely, and this is very strange, I didn't think of her sexually at all. I've often wondered why. I think it's simply the way our minds work, sectionalising everything and, at present, she wasn't in that part.

Joe was at home when I got back and he seemed pleased that I was taking Kate out. I realised later just why. He took mum out that afternoon and they weren't back before I left for town. If I was going out at the weekend I usually drove my car to the flat and changed there. I always used minicabs or taxis in town so I could have a drink and I had a regular account with a minicab firm just outside the City. I arranged for a cab then showered and got changed, smart casual with a jacket just in case. I didn't know how she'd dress. 

The cab driver was one of the regulars. "Not often we see you on Saturday night," he said. I usually used them in the week. "Must be special!"

"I'm not sure," I said with a smile and gave him the address. We pulled up outside about ten to seven and I strolled up the path. I had some dim remembrance of being here before but I couldn't locate it. She answered the door and she looked bloody marvellous! She was wearing a black evening gown that showed a considerable amount of her cleavage and she had on the most wonderful necklace. She took my breath away!

"You look lovely," I said with a smile.

"Thank you," she said coyly as she called, "Bye mum, dad. See you later," and took my arm. "Where are we going?"

As we walked back to the cab I told her, "I thought a drink at a little bar in Soho, you don't mind Soho do you?" She shook her head. "Then dinner in an Italian restaurant that a friend of mine owns just round the corner."

"Mmm, I like Italian food. Oh, you haven't got your car!" She sounded disappointed. I suppose I wasn't surprised. It was an old Jaguar XK120 that I'd had completely restored, a truly beautiful car that was my pride and joy, indeed it still is.

"No," I said, "you know I usually use cabs around town and always when I'm going out. It means I can have a drink and concentrate on my partner," I added giving her a big smile and opening the door for her. We drove to the bar and she chatted about nothing in particular. I remember she had on the most delightful perfume that seemed to fill the air. Not strong but very pleasant.

The cab dropped us off round the corner from the bar and I just nodded to the driver. "About 11.30," I said, "the restaurant." He would know which one, he picked me up there regularly.

"I've booked our table for 8.30, I hope that's not too late?"

"No, fine," she said with a smile, "I like to eat late." That was good, so did I. We strolled up the street. Soho was much different then. The obscenity laws were very strong and quite strictly enforced. In the UK we didn't start to relax things until the '90's (and then not by much!) but it was still a vibrant place. Lots of single men eyeing up available women plying their trade: illegal of course but most got away with it. Bars, clubs, and the occasional licensed sex shop that was about as interesting as a cabbage.

She seemed amazed by it all, head turning constantly this way and that, as if she'd seen nothing like it before. She clung tightly to my arm as the men ogled her, and she was worth ogling I can tell you. I'm sorry all you feminists but it does wonders for a man's ego to be on the arm of a desirable woman and she was that. I sensed that this was quite new to her and I stopped and turned to her.

"Are you OK Kate, you seem nervous?"

"Oh, it's so exciting," she said rather like a sixteen year old, so different now. In the office she was polished sophistication itself, seeming older than her almost 21 years but here she seemed like a little girl out for the first time. "All these men! And those girls? Are they . . .?"

I smiled. She seemed naïve, "Yes, I expect they are."

"Oooohhhhh, there's so much going on. Are we nearly there?" Was she apprehensive?

"Yes, here we are." I wondered how she'd fare in the bar. I honestly wouldn't have brought her here had I realised what she was like out of the office. The clientele were very sophisticated. Most were very rich, some married, some not, and most with mistresses or hostesses. Oh there weren't any hostesses working in the bar, it wasn't that sort of place. Just somewhere to have a nice drink before going to the theatre or for a meal. I knew the owner well as I often drank here, sometimes on my own sometimes with a girl. So, as we entered, I was just a bit worried but she seemed OK.

I have to admit that she was one of the, if not the, most attractive women in the bar and a number of heads turned as we sat at a table. Even then Kate did have a presence, she turned heads. The waiter came over and I turned to her and asked, "What to drink Kate?"

"Err, umm. What are you having?" I don't think she'd ever been in this situation, never been offered a drink. I was beginning to realise that there was more (or perhaps less?) to Miss Reynolds than met the eye.

"I'm having punt e mes," I said, "it's an Italian aperitif. Want to try it?"

"Mmm," she said flashing a smile at the waiter, "I'll have one of those."

"Two please," I said to him. "Kate?" I said pensively, "you haven't been taken out much have you?"

Now she looked very sheepish indeed. "Oh yes, lots but, errm, not to pubs and things." She suddenly seemed very young, gauche and very unsure of herself so I didn't press her any more. We sat for a while as she looked around wide-eyed. Then our drinks arrived. Now, for anyone who hasn't tried punt e mes, it's served with a slice of orange and tastes quite sweet on the tongue but, when you swallow it, you're hit by it's bitterness. That's what it means, it's a measure of sweet vermouth with a half measure of bitters. It's a tremendous aperitif and I've drunk it for years.

She picked up the glass and took a swig, almost as if it were a soft drink, then swallowed. I watched in amusement as the bitters kicked in,

"Urgghhhh! It's horrible." She gasped, "You're trying to poison me!"

I laughed, "You're supposed to sip it slowly not down it like Coke. Give it a moment then you'll appreciate it." Again I was surprised at her apparent lack of sophistication, so different from work. She made a funny face then took another sip.

"Mmm, I suppose it does taste better like this. Who are those women over there? One of them keeps looking at you and smiling."

"I know her," I said.

"Why?" she asked sharply.

I laughed, "She's a hostess."

"A hostess," she said acidly, "you mean a prostitute?"

"No," I said rather sternly, "not a prostitute. A hostess," and I fixed her with my eyes, "there is a difference."

"I thought hostesses were prostitutes," she said grumpily. Her behaviour was really strange. "Anyway, how do you know her?"

I was beginning to get slightly annoyed with her rather superior and slightly childish reaction. I suppose I should have seen it for what it was but nothing was further from my mind.

"I know her because I have employed her in the past." Occasionally, if I needed a partner for a function and I didn't have a regular girlfriend, I'd employ a hostess.

"Oh," she said rather spitefully, "and I suppose you've slept with her?" I had actually!

"Kate," I said, "it's no business of yours what my relationship was or is with her. I don't understand? What's got into you?" Now I could see that she realised this was dangerous ground. She wasn't in any position to comment was she, only being my PA on our first date. I could see her getting hold of herself and, finally, she turned to me with her lovely smile.

"Oh, Mike I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I don't know what came over me. Say you forgive me."

I smiled at her sudden change of temper. She could do that at the drop of a hat! "Yes," I said, "I forgive you. How could I not forgive such a delightful young woman?"

"Flatterer," she said with a laugh, back in control now. Although I did see a flash of eye at the girl which told me she hadn't forgotten.

We stayed for a second drink before dinner then walked to the restaurant just round the corner. Much quieter now because everyone was either eating or in the theatres, Soho took on a different air: quieter, more peaceful. The restaurant, owned by my friend Mario, was over three floors; the better tables being at the top. I always had the same table right at the back, quite secluded. He never rushed me out either, not like most diners. He was happy to leave me there for as long as I wanted.

It was a lovely evening. I found out a lot about her. She liked music and was an accomplished keyboard player. She was widely read, obviously with her English Lit. and, surprisingly, she liked science fiction and could talk at length about it. It's been my particular favourite form of literature and I'd read a lot by that time. We had a lot of fun discussing Heinlein, my favourite author. She wasn't sure about him, particularly his attitude to women and free love. I must admit, it's his attitude to women that appeals to me although his later books do go a bit to far, seeming somehow self indulgent. She thought so too.

So the meal went well and the time passed quickly, so did a couple of bottles of wine and I could see she was a bit tipsy. It was obvious she wasn't used to alcohol, she had a tendency to drink it like water and I had to slow her down or I doubt she'd have been able to stand.

About 11.15 I asked our waiter to phone the cab company: quite normal, he was used to doing it. "I think it's time to get you home," I said to her with a smile.

"Ohhhh, so sooon!" she was a touch tipsy!

"Yes Kate, I think it would be good idea!" Then she did it, she pouted and boy could she pout!

"Ohhhh, it's nice here. Can't we stay?"

"No Kate," I said wondering briefly why I wasn't taking her back to the flat and screwing the arse off her. Her pout had really stirred up my juices and I think that, despite her tipsy state, she did notice.

"Oooooohh, my head hurts!" 

"I'm not surprised," I said with a smile, "come on, let's get you home!" She wasn't too far gone luckily and could walk OK. I suspected she might have a headache in the morning. It was so obvious that she wasn't used to wine. We wandered around the corner and the cab was waiting, he'd anticipated my call, usually around 11.30 so that was lucky.

"Barbican?" he said knowing that was my usual destination if I had a pretty girl in tow.

"No," I said with a smile, "Chelsea." He raised his eyebrows then drove off. We got back about midnight and I escorted her to the front door. She was OK now, the night air seemed to sober her up a little.

"I'm sorry," she said almost like a little girl, "I've been silly."

"No," I said with a smile, "it's been a lovely evening and I've enjoyed every minute."

"Really?" she said apparently surprised.

I laughed, "Yes Kate, really. Are you going to open the door?"

"Oh! Yes." So she did and stood there looking at me. "I enjoyed myself as well," she said breathlessly and leant forward to plant a fairly chaste kiss on my cheek, "thank you." She pulled away quickly, embarrassed I think, went inside and said, "See you Monday."

I looked at her and smiled. She did look lovely. "Yes," I said, "see you Monday." So ended my first date with Kate. I walked slowly back to the cab and sat down.

"Bit slow tonight?" said the driver.

"Mmm," I said pensively. I didn't really want to talk about tonight or her. I just wanted to think about what had happened because, when she kissed my cheek, I felt it. Felt that zing that I did with mum. Only slightly but it was definitely there and just from a kiss on the cheek. Something was happening here that I didn't understand. In the office she was confident, assured, competent, and very adult but tonight she seemed like an inexperienced girl who hardly had any idea of what it was like to be with a man. To be honest, she seemed like a naïve virgin!




The Women in My Life Ch. 03



At the flat I sat in the chair until late just trying to figure things out. What did I know about her? We'd met, although I didn't remember it, over 5 years ago. She'd be, what, 15, 15½. Then the university, given up after two years, that was strange. Her job application? Thinking about it, it was perfect. Basically, unless there were five like the guy we took, she was bound to get the job. Her qualifications were exactly what we wanted. Then mum. How she made friends straight away, they often lunched together even now and shopped together regularly. How she'd quizzed mum about me.

Then the PA's job. She'd known all the answers when I spoke to her about it, had researched it completely. Heather had said she'd never met anyone so clued up on the theory of being a Personal Assistant. Finally, manoeuvring me into asking her out?

Could it be? Surely not. 'A woman who knows what she wants and goes out to get it', Heather had said after the interview.

OH! Now I was beginning to believe!



Chapter 6:Mum is settled: 

I knew I was going to have a word with Mandy on Monday and check a few things. I didn't get up very early on Sunday morning. I didn't sleep much that night, my mind was alive with ideas, possibilities, and two green/blue eyes with more green than blue. I didn't rush back either. I figured mum and Joe might want to spend the morning in bed, knowing how fond mum was of sex in the morning, so I got home about 12.30.

Mum buttonholed me at the door, "I think Joe wants a private word with you today," she said with a smile. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "I think he might be going to ask me, you know . . ." she looked away.

"What shall I say?" I asked with a smile but she was serious now.

"Mike, do you mind. Please say you won't be upset!"

"Oh mum, mum. Upset? I'll be the happiest person on earth if he does, well perhaps the second happiest! If he asks me first, and I think he might well do, he seems to see me as some sort of guardian, I'll say a resounding yes!" Now I held her tightly, emotions running out of control. "You've waited so long for something like this, I only wish it had happened years ago but it didn't. If he does, go for it mum and be happy!"

She was nearly in tears now, her emotions running high. Look, the two of us were the only family we had, if you didn't count Angela and John, so of course this was a very emotional moment for us. We would be separated for the first time in my life, almost 27 years. It's a long time, longer for mum than for me, and 8 of those were as lovers. Of course we were emotional!

"I'll take him for a round of golf after lunch. Don't cook dinner. If he does, we'll have a slap-up meal. If he doesn't we'll have fish and chips!" I ended with a laugh.

It made her laugh as well and cheered her up. She pecked my cheek, "Lunch in 20 minutes," she said.

I wandered into the lounge, "Hi Joe. Hey, fancy a round this afternoon?" He wasn't a very sporty type of person but I had introduced him to golf and he seemed to enjoy it.

"Sounds good to me," he said with a smile then more seriously, "I want to have a word with you."

"Oh," I said, "what about?"

"I'll tell you while we play," he said embarrassingly and left it at that. Very mysterious! Well, after lunch we strolled to the course and just played nine holes. He was fairly quiet all the while, seeming reluctant to talk about anything and, to be honest, I was beginning to wonder whether mum hadn't misread the situation. It wasn't until we were sitting in the bar drinking a bottle of wine.

"Mike," he said quietly, "there's something I need to ask you."

"Fire away?" I said.

"About your mum," he went on hesitantly. I nodded. "Mike, I want to ask her to marry me!" It came out in a bit of a rush. "I know I don't have to ask you but I know how close you two are and, well, oh heck Mike I love her. I didn't think I'd ever feel like that over another woman but she's something special Mike, something very special and, well, shit! I'm sorry!"

He was obviously very emotional himself and I could tell that this meant a lot to him. "Joe, I wouldn't stand in her way, you must know that. I only have one question and you've answered that. If you love her, want to make her happy, that's all I want. She's waited a long time Joe so do it quickly."

"I was worried," he said with a sigh of relief.

"Worried?"

"Well, you know, there's been just the two of you for so long I thought you might resent me."

"No, I couldn't do that Joe, I suspect you mean a lot to mum and that means a lot to me. Anyway, I can't think of anyone I'd rather have as a stepfather," I ended with a smile.

He smiled, "There's a thought! My stepson will be my boss." So I would! Couldn't have that.

"No," I said, "if she says yes we'll have to do something about that." He looked worried. "No," I laughed, "I won't sack you but I think a full directorship and some shares may well be in order."

Now he looked even more worried. "Mike, I don't want you to think I'm doing it for that. You know I don't need the money." No, just then he didn't, he was quite well off although that changed over the next few months.

I laughed, "It's OK Joe, I know. Come on, let's get back. Will you ask her now?"

"Yes, I think I will."

"OK, I've got to pop to Southwark so I'll leave you two alone for a couple of hours."

"Thanks," he said as we left. I wanted to give mum some time. I didn't know but I was pretty certain that she would want to tell him about her past, not us of course, that was a complete no, no, but about her youth. I thought that was right but it was a risk. He seemed very much in love with her so I hoped it would be OK.

So, as soon as we got home I left in the car and spent an hour or so in the office at Southwark. I phoned Mandy and arranged to see her in the morning then left for home. I got back at about 6.30 to find them both in the lounge. It looked as if mum had been crying and I feared the worst but then, he was still here. She got up and hugged me.

"Mike, Mike, Joe's asked me to marry him!"

"And you said . . .?"

She tensed just slightly. She still wasn't sure how I'd react. She turned and looked at him, "I said 'yes' Mike!"

"Hooray!!" I said with a laugh and swung her round, giving her a great big kiss as she came back down to earth. "I'm pleased for you mum. When?"

"We haven't decided yet but it won't be long." She looked at him and smile, "We aren't getting any younger."

"No," I said, "but you're not getting any less beautiful eh Joe?"

"No, she isn't," he said with feeling and a big smile.

"Oh, you two," she said, "you'll embarrass me," but I could tell she was pleased. Now to broach something I had been thinking about.

"Where will you live?" 

Mum looked at Joe. "I don't think we've given it any thought Mike. Joe?"

"Not my flat," he said, "it's not big enough. Anyway I don't suppose you want to move into town do you Joy?"

"No," she said, "I don't know Mike."

"Well you know you don't have to move from here."

"But this is your house Mike," said Joe quickly, "I don't think we'd want to live in your house." I think I could see where he was coming from but it wasn't my house!

"It's not my house Joe, it's mums."

"Mine?" said mum, "surely it's yours Mike?"

I laughed, "No mum, this house belongs to you. You can check the deeds if you like. It's in your name. I told you when we decided to move that I'd give the house to you."

"I don't remember." She turned to Joe, "Would you? You wouldn't mind living here. I wouldn't have to move and you could, oh Joe, please," and she pouted at him and he melted. He was obviously as susceptible to the pout as I was.

He laughed, "Joy, if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. Yes, I'll sell my flat and we can live here," he said then looked at me, "and Mike can visit as usual." I think he realised that mum wouldn't want to cut me off completely but I was aware that he needed space around mum so they could get used to each other.

"That's nice Joe, and I will visit now and again. I'll leave most of my stuff here if I can mum until I get a bigger place of my own." Now she looked sad. It was a parting really. Although I didn't spend that much time at the house I was still nominally living there. This was a final break but it was necessary for both of us I think.

"I expect to see my son and, I hope, his family often," she said with a sad smile.

"You will mum, don't worry. Now," I said, "A church wedding I assume?" Now she looked shocked.

"Church? Joe?"

He laughed, "I don't mind. Why not, if you want."

She looked interested. "Mum, you're only going to do this once and I know you've waited a long time, go for it. Joe?"

"Yes, I like the idea. You'll look lovely in white!"

"White, I can't wear white can I? Still, cream would be nice. Will you give me away darling?" she said looking at me intently. That was it wasn't it? It would be a nice way to end this phase of our life together, me giving her away.

"Mmm, if you want me to. Now," went on, "if we don't get out soon we won't get anything to eat. Come on you two!"

With that we left for a very posh restaurant where we had a lovely meal. Joe left that evening so I was on my own with mum and it was obvious she wanted to talk. I think they might have arranged it so we could.

"I told him Mike, about Paris and everything. He was shocked but he didn't mind. He said he loved me and that was in the past. I told him before he asked me. He was lovely Mike, he kissed me and knelt in front. It was so romantic."

I laughed, "I'm pleased mum, really pleased. You deserve it."

"I won't ever tell him about us," she said sadly.

"No, I don't think anyone but Angela should know about that. Most people would find it hard to deal with. You'll be happy with him, I can feel that mum."

"I do love him," she said sadly, "but I still love you. You know that don't you?"

I held her closely to me, "Yes mum, I know that and I know you've had a difficult choice to make. It's the right one I'm sure."

"But you, you must find someone Mike. Nearly 27 and not married. John's got four children. I worry about you."

"I know," I laughed, "I know you do but you needn't. I'll find someone, I know. Now forget about me, you've got a wedding to plan. Have you told Angela?"

"No, not yet. You know she's going to move in with John don't you?"

"Well, I didn't know but I'm not surprised. He was talking about having a 'granny annex' built."

"Yes, that's what he's going to do. It's started already so she'll probably move out in a couple of months."

"I suppose that works well, you should be an old married woman by then." I laughed, "You don't want to wait do you?"

"No," she said laughing back, "I don't. Oh Mike I'm so happy."

"Good! So am I, happy for you."

Then she looked sad, "I didn't want to throw you out."

I laughed, "You haven't 'thrown me out', I'm moving out. It's good you don't have to move. You like it here don't you?"

"Mmm, I do and it's such a nice house. Do you think Joe will be OK about it?"

"He's pretty laid back about that sort of thing. You know he's not short of a bob or two don't you?"

"Mmm, I know he never worries about money." Then she was suddenly concerned, "Mike, I don't have any money!"

I laughed, "Don't be silly mum, of course you do. I invested the money you got for the old house. You've got plenty of money, it's done quite well." She hadn't used any of that. I'd paid all the household bills and given her housekeeping and she had her own salary from the company. "I'm sure you and he will sort it out. Now, give me a kiss and I'm off to bed."

She gave me a longing look that told me she still wanted me. I know I wanted her but it would have been wrong now, so I pecked her cheek and we went off to bed: separately.

She was up in the morning cooking me breakfast. She seemed to want to 'mum' me and this continued for the next few weeks. It was her way of saying how much she still cared really and I enjoyed every minute of it; and told her so often.

Chapter 7:The truth about Kate: 

Kate seemed to be her usual efficient self when I got to work the next morning, although there did seem to be an air of achievement in her attitude. I pricked her confidence bubble just a bit when I told her I was going out for a few hours in the morning.

"Oh, OK, where?"

"Oh, nothing you need to worry about. There's not much in the diary. Put everything off, I'll deal with it when I get back."

"Oh, errrm, what if I need to contact you?"

"I can't think that anything will be that serious. I'll be back by lunch time." I could see she wasn't happy with not knowing where I was going. Just another tiny piece of information for me to store away.

I drove down to John's house and rang the bell. Mandy opened the door and, as usual, looked sexy.

"Hello Mandy," I said with a smile, "you look particularly sexy this morning. Can I come in."

"Devil," she said with a satisfied smile, "quickly or the neighbours will talk."

"Talk!? I'm virtually your brother. What could they talk about?"

"Well," she said with a smile, "when they see a handsome, sexy man on my doorstep they may think the worst!"

I laughed, "You've already kept me here longer than necessary. I think you want them to talk!"

She laughed, "Come on in," and she turned and I followed her into the kitchen.

"Did I ever tell you you've got a fabulous arse?" Strange you may think, that I should say this to her but it was a kind of game we played – and she did have a fabulous arse! She knew I fancied her and I knew she fancied me but we both knew just then, that we'd never do anything about it. She was too fond of John, and he was almost my brother.

"Yes," she said looking back over her shoulder, "often! Now, do you want a coffee? And, what can I do for you?" 

"Yes, and upstairs in the bedroom!" was my immediate response.

She giggled happily, "You," she said poking me with her finger, "are a very naughty man. Now, you haven't come all the way down here on a working day just to chat me up so what do you want?"

I laughed, "You're a cruel woman Amanda, to a poor helpless man. I want to ask you about Kate, Kate Reynolds." This caused something of a change in her attitude. She became a bit defensive.

"Mmm," she said, "what about her?"

"Well, John tells me that I met her. Did I?"

"Yes," she said, "as a matter of fact you did, danced with her even."

"I did?"

"She was at your 21st party. She came with us. I was looking after her for the holidays. She was quite taken with you."

"She was?"

"Mmm, asked loads of questions. Wanted to know all about you."

"Oh!"

"Why do you want to know?" She was fishing now, trying to pump me, I could tell.

"Oh no reason. She's very good at her job," I said, "but I was surprised. I took her out for a meal on Saturday."

"I know," she said.

"You know?"

"Mmm, she phoned me." That was strange I thought. "What surprised you?"

"Well she has so much poise and self assurance in the office but Saturday night she seemed naïve, inexperienced."

"That's not surprising," she said fixing me with her dark eyes.

"Why?"

"Well, she's never had a boy friend. I don't think she's ever been out with a man."

"But she's nearly 21?"

"Mmm, I know, but she's never seemed interested in boys," she said looking at me strangely.

"It's difficult to believe," I said, "she's an attractive woman."

"Yes, she is but there you are . . ." She appeared reluctant to say more. "Are you going to ask her out again?"

"Well," I said with a smile, "I'm not sure I asked her out the first time!" She raised her eyebrows questioningly so I explained.

She laughed, "Mmm, she can be very forward when she wants . . ." and she finished leaving something unsaid. 

I think I'd got all I came for so I said with a smile, "Are you sure you don't want me to explore that delicious arse of yours?"

"You are terrible," she said coyly but with a great big smile, "yes, I am sure. Now off you go or the neighbours will talk!"

I got back to the office at lunchtime to find Kate in something of a state. "Where have you been, I've been trying to get hold of you!"

I smiled, "Why what's happened?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter now," she said offhandedly, "I've sorted it out now. Where were you?" She seemed desperate to know.

"It's not important, I'm back now," I replied, "I'm starving. Can you send out for a sandwich?"

She looked at me as if she wanted to wring my neck. I just smiled at her and went into my office. I was fairly sure what was going on here and, I must say, a mite intrigued, so I was going to play along but take a bit more control. I'll be honest, my thoughts over the weekend and this morning talking to Mandy had made me examine my feelings for Kate and I was becoming aware that I did like her, like her quite a lot. Her naivety on Saturday seemed to make her even more attractive but I was going to take charge now, or so I thought!

She came in about half an hour later, still annoyed I think, and slammed the sandwich down. "There, ham and cheese. Is that all right?"

"Thanks Kate. Oh by the way," I said as she turned to leave, "I don't seem to get many calls straight through since Heather left?"

Now she looked a trifle nervous, "No, no," she said, "I changed it. I thought I ought to filter out unnecessary calls."

"No, it's OK Kate. I'd like to go back to the old system. You may not realise I'd want to speak to some occasionally. Can we do that from today please?"

She gave me a withering look and a grumpy, "All right! But I'm sure you'll waste some time!"

"I don't mind Kate, it's my time after all," with a big smile as she huffed out of the room. There was lots of banging and crashing of doors that afternoon, she was definitely in a paddy so, just before she left, I said to her, "Fancy a drink before you go home Kate?"

"No!" she said, "I'm busy," and with a 'harrumph' left. I wasn't worried because I could see her behaviour was childish and I suspected she'd see that as well, she wasn't stupid. I was right. The next morning the first thing she did was apologise.

"Oh Mike, I'm sorry for yesterday. It was unpardonable. I wasn't feeling myself." She looked so worried, lost almost, as if she realised that something was slipping away.

I smiled, she was so lovely like this I thought, then caught myself. "It's OK Kate, but not too often. Fits of temper have no place in the office."

"No," she said contritely, "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Good. Now what's on today?" 

I asked her for a drink again that night but she refused then, as she was leaving, suddenly turned and said, "I can do Thursday?"

"Thursday it is then. I'll see if I can get tickets for a show. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes," she said enthusiastically, "I haven't seen a show before!" then she realised what she'd said, "well, I mean, after work, like this."

"No," I said with a smile, "we'll go straight from work. OK?" She nodded.

I did find that I started to get a few more calls, from friends that had tried to get me before. Mostly it was just to set up a lunchtime meeting, a game of squash, or a drink. The next week I got a call from one of my ex-girlfriends, Daisy. I was quite serious about her for a while but, almost inevitably, it ended when I couldn't find that 'zing'. She was married now with a youngster and living in the Midlands. She came down to London occasionally to visit her family and to shop and we usually had lunch. We chatted on the phone for a while and I arranged to see her on the following Monday for lunch. Kate was funny. She watched me like a hawk on Monday morning, so much so that I was sure she'd listened in to my call the week before.

"You're going out to lunch today?" she'd asked that morning.




The Women in My Life Ch. 03



"Yes," I said with a smile. I was beginning to enjoy teasing her.

"Do I need to know who with?"

"No, not really. It's Daisy, one of my old girlfriends. I'll be back about 2.30." This was about 11.45 so she realised it was to be a long lunch. Well it always was with Daisy, we chatted together for ages about times past and present. I liked her quite a lot. It was obvious however, that Kate did not.

"Right," she said shortly, "I'll keep everything on hold 'til you get back!"

"Good," I said with a smile then left.

It was a bit like that for the next few weeks. I took her to shows in the week and, almost every Saturday, we had a meal together. I got to enjoy her company and her jealousy, because jealousy it was. If I spoke to another woman, and remember, I knew a lot of the hostesses and the women who frequented the clubs, so I did, she became childishly difficult. I spoke to mum about it but she didn't seem to understand either although she did look at me rather strangely.

Her wedding plans were going along at a rate. The church was booked for a weekday, she was lucky there, and the arrangements were all in hand. Joe didn't have any family so John was his best man and Johns kids were bridesmaids and pageboys. Angela was in charge of everything because mum was rapidly getting carried away by the whole thing. I swear she lost 20 years of her age, she was like a young girl again. They were going away to Italy on honeymoon for three weeks and I was staying in the house while they were away.

It was a Saturday about five weeks before the wedding. Kate and I were in our usual restaurant. She'd been very quiet all evening, pensive, as if making up her mind about something. About the usual time for us to leave she touched my arm and fixed me with her eyes. "Mike, don't you like me?"

Oh no! Here we go again. "Yes Kate, I do like you, you know that!"

"But do you," she said then added with a pout, genuine and very natural, "you haven't asked me back to your flat. I know you have lots of other girls so you can't like me very much."

NO, I thought, I'm not going through that again. "Do you want to come back to my flat," I said and my look gave her no doubt what might happen there. I saw a mixture of emotions flash across her face, primarily fear, as if she'd bitten off more than she could chew. She obviously didn't expect my immediate change of heart Then determination. Her mouth firmed and her head lifted, she'd made her decision.

"Yes," she said softly, unable to meet my eyes.

So, I thought, so. Of course I had no intention of seducing her. Don't ask me why, I don't know. I was attracted to her, I was intrigued by her, and I did fancy her but, for some reason, sex wasn't on the agenda. It wasn't a conscious decision, the thought just hadn't crossed my mind despite the fact that I had been almost celibate for several months! I've often tried to understand how I felt about her then. Did I know she was the one? Was I blocking that out? My memories of my feelings then are confused and I've never really been able to explain why I didn't just bed her a long time before.

"OK," I said not letting her off the hook, "let's go back to my flat and enjoy ourselves!" Now she looked at me and I could sense the apprehension. I was certain she'd never been alone with a man like this and I was certain she was virgin. Strange for a girl of almost 21, even in those days girls were more adventurous, but I was sure.

We walked round the corner to the car and got in. "Chelsea?" said the driver.

"No, Barbican." He flashed a look Kate and raised his eyebrows. She blushed and almost sank into the corner. I gave him a pretty withering look and he drove the rest of the way in silence. Walking up to the flat she was quiet but once we got inside she seemed to relax a bit. I suppose she felt there was no going back from here.

My flat wasn't very big, just one large living area with a kitchenette and eating area just off. It had a very large bedroom with an enormous en-suite. It was furnished fairly sparsely, having just a settee for soft seating.

"Have a seat Kate," I said and she sat demurely on the sofa. It was clear she was completely out of her depth here. "Coffee?" 

She nodded, "Yes please."

"And what to drink?"

"Errrmm, what are you having?"

I smiled, "I'll have an Amaretto and ice but if you don't like almonds it's not a good idea."

"I don't," she said forlornly.

I helped her out, "Do you like oranges?" She nodded.

"Have a Cointreau then, it tastes of orange." She smiled a 'thank you' smile. So I did the drinks and coffee and sat beside her. She downed her drink in one go and shuddered. 

"Oh, I suppose I should sip this?"

I laughed, "Yes, you should. Do you want another?"

She smiled coyly, "You'll get me drunk! Yes please." So I produced another glass of liqueur. She smiled as she took it, trying, I think, to impress me with her ability to drink another glass. We sat, in almost silence, drinking coffee and liqueurs until, finally she put her drink down and turned to me.

"Mike?" she said in that halting, questioning voice of hers then took a deep breath and a gulp, "Mike, will you kiss me." I looked at her in surprise. "Kiss me like the other girls you've brought here, please!" and she looked down shyly.

Well I did want to, not to bed her but just to kiss her. She looked lovely, waiflike, vulnerable, so my answer was to raise her head gently and move towards her. I bent my head and kissed her lips.

My world spun!! 

I felt as if I'd been hit by a twenty ton truck. It seemed as if every nerve in my body was firing at the same time. I didn't want it to end but it did. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. She must have seen something. I saw hers were full of tears. I needed to do that again. I had this wonderful hope. This was better even than with mum! So I bent and kissed her again. It was the same. Heart pounding, stomach rolling, mind racing. Could a kiss do all that, well I knew it could from experience but I'd only ever experienced it once before!

She pulled away and stood looking down at me. She seemed to be almost crying but she walked to the bedroom door and said, "Is this the bedroom?" I nodded, "Give me 10 minutes," she said with a sob in her voice.

"Kate," I said but she was gone and the door closed. I sat there, my mind in turmoil. I couldn't do this. It wasn't fair, fair on her or on me. She wasn't being truthful nor was I and you can't start a relationship on a lie. That's why mum told Joe about her past. I knew that the kiss had been powerful. It had awakened feelings in me that were fundamental and I knew I wanted her now but not like this. I wanted her to be happy giving up her virginity to me, not like a frightened schoolgirl. And I knew this was going to be difficult for her. Rejection would hurt her terribly but I couldn't, just couldn't, do this to her. I'd hate myself and I'm sure she'd come to hate me regardless of how she felt now.

I stood outside the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and walked in wondering what I would see. She was in bed with the duvet held up to her chin. She was shivering, nerves I think, it wasn't cold. Her eyes followed me into the room. If I was right it must have been so difficult for her. Not only giving up that part of her that makes her a woman but finally achieving what I now suspected she'd wanted all these years.

I bent and pulled back the covers. She was wearing a bra and, I assume panties. As I looked at her she let out a sob and turned away. How could I possibly do this? I covered her up and sat down on the bed.

"I can't do this Kate," I said softly looking into her eyes, "it's not right!" Panic spread across her features. I reached forward and stroked her hair. "I want you Kate, I know that now, but not like this. Not with the truth floating about untold. Not with you terrified and in tears. I need to know Kate, know everything. We can't build anything on lies and untruths."

She began to cry now. Not softly but racking sobs that almost made her sick. I bent and held her head to my chest, "Shush Kate, shush. Everything will be all right."

"You'll hate me. I know you will," she finally managed to say.

"Hate you, hate you? Oh you silly girl," and that's what she was then, a silly girl, "I could never hate you. Love, perhaps, but hate, never."

As I said 'love' she stopped crying and looked at me, eyes wide in amazement. "Love? You could love me? Did you mean it?" I could see her life resting on my answer then and I knew.

"Yes," I said bending to kiss her lips softly, "yes I could love you."

"Oh Mike, Mike, that's all I ever wanted, that you could love me," and she started crying again.

I held her head to my breast and let it come out. She cried for a while, slowly calming then I laid her down and said, "You have to tell me Kate. I think I've guessed most of it but you have to tell me. Then we can start again."

She looked at me forlornly and I could see that she knew she had to tell it all. So, with lots of tears, 'I'm sorry's', and much hesitation she told her story.

It was the story of a 15½ year old schoolgirl who met a young man at a party and danced with him. He was a little tipsy but she thought him oh so handsome and charming. Then, as a birthday treat, she kissed him. Kissed him properly on the mouth; she'd never done that before. He didn't remember but she did. She'd only kissed boys playfully up 'til now but he was a man! A lovely, handsome man. And the kiss? Oh the kiss. It felt, well, wonderful, stirred feelings in her she never knew she had until then. She dreamt of him night after night and she formed a girlish plan. She got his picture from her cousin with whom she was staying and she found out all about him. What he was like, what he liked doing, how he was educated, everything.

When she heard he had and 'A' in English Lit. she determined to get one too. He liked to read SF, she taught herself to like it as well, he liked Italian food, she did too. She mirrored his wants and desires and she dreamt of him nightly.

Then she had to choose what to study. He was starting an electronics business, she knew from her cousin's husband, so she would study for a degree in Electronics. As she grew she groomed herself to resemble his mother. She knew he was close to her and thought it would help her become attractive to him. She went to university and, despite having lots of suitors, refused them all and became known as frigid or a lesbian but she was happy because she still dreamed of him. She saw him occasionally, always from afar, and she obtained pictures of him from her cousin.

Then she heard that his company were recruiting research assistants, again from her cousin's husband, so she gave up her university place and made sure she would fit the job description for the post. She practised the interview and got the job but she didn't see much of him. Her one fear all these years was that he would find another woman but she was glad he hadn't. Oh she knew that was selfish but although she was getting older in years, she was only young emotionally.

She met his mother at work and tried hard to get her to like her. She succeeded. She liked his mother and it appeared his mother liked her. Then he needed a PA. A Personal Assistant. It was her major opportunity to get near to him so she did a quick study, stayed up a couple of nights, and quickly became an excellent PA. Whatever else she was, she was certainly not stupid.

He spoke to her, to her alone, to see if she was OK after she'd buttonholed his mum and his friend and she got the job. She was so happy being near him but he didn't seem to notice her in 'that' way and she became increasingly more jealous. She'd intercept his phone calls from the hussy's that he knew, trying to tempt him away from her, and his friends, drinking and womanising. She managed his life but still he didn't appear to notice her like that, wasn't attracted to her so she decided to do something about it. She worked it out, what to say, how to manipulate him and it worked. She was so excited, she'd never been out with a man before and now she was with HIM but she knew that she let herself down so she determined to become more sophisticated but it was difficult.

He was so charming but he could be cruel, the time when he saw that hussy at lunch time, Daisy was her name. She was so upset but she hid it. And he still didn't seem to notice her like that. She would dream of him doing things to her, things she'd heard the other girls talk about, and of doing things to him. She'd read books and got so excited as she imagined him with her, making love to her, but he didn't want to.

So she had to do something, force things, she couldn't go on like this, wanting him, worried that he would find someone else. She was desperate!

As she told her story I felt humble. For five years she'd held on to this dream and now it was tumbling away from her. No wonder she was in such a state. As she finished she looked at me as if I had the power to destroy her and I believe I did but I could never do that. I knew almost certainly that I was in love with her; probably had been since the interview but, despite all my experience, had not recognized the strange feelings that she elicited.

I bent forward and kissed her lips softly, tenderly and smiling, said, "I'm glad you've told me. Do you feel better now?"

Sniffing her tears away she said, "You, do you . . . Oh Mike, Mike, so long, so much dreaming. Oh god I want you to love me." I don't know whether she meant make love to her or be in love with her, probably both in her current mixed up and emotional state.

Stroking her cheek I replied, "Love you, yes I think I might but Kate, Kate darling, we must start again you know. Start from square one. You honest with me and me honest with you. I feel humble Kate and, oh I don't know, a little ashamed I suppose that I should have had this effect on you, changed your life."

"It's not your fault," she said tearfully, "you couldn't know and I couldn't tell you, well not until I was old enough and then, well I was scared you'd send me away. I wanted you to like me, to love me for myself but you didn't. Oh I was so, so, desperate," and she began to cry again.

I held her tight, "Shush Kate. Now I want you to get dressed and I'm going to take you home." She looked fit to die now, desperately sad, destroyed almost.

"You don't want me," she cried, "I knew you wouldn't!" and tears flowed again. I suddenly realised I couldn't take her home in this state so I decided to take her to the only other place I knew where she would be understood. I quickly reached for the phone and called mum.

"Mum," I said softly as Kate lay there sobbing silently, "mum I need your help."

"Mike," she said sleepily, "it's nearly one in the morning."

"Is Joe with you?"

"No, not this weekend. Why, what's happened?"

"It's Kate. I think she needs some help," I said and I told her, very briefly, what had happened. "Mum, she's in a terrible state and I don't think taking her home would help. She knows you and she likes you, perhaps you can calm her down and explain to her."

"Poor thing. Of course, bring her home."

Turning back to Kate I said, "Come on darling, let's get you dressed. I'm taking you home to see Joyce. You can talk it out with her." She looked at me with hope in her eyes. I suppose that she thought at least I wasn't dumping her at home.

I helped to dress her. It seemed strange and I felt strange as well. A tenderness for her welled up in me and I longed to hold her tightly to me but resisted. It wouldn't have been appropriate. She seemed to get hold of herself a bit as she dressed although she appeared spent, listless and I really began to worry about her. She was so depressed and empty. Her eyes looked at me with despair. My heart went out to her and I knew then, knew that I wanted to see her laugh again, wanted to hold her close.

"Come on," I said, "let's get you down to the car." So, with her leaning on my arm, I got her to the car and to mother's. 

She was up when we got there with the teapot ready in hand. "Oh you poor thing," she said as she saw her, "Mike, what's happened?"

We sat in the lounge and I told mum Kate's story, all of it. Mum cuddled Kate all the time, giving her an extra hug when the emotion of hearing me retell her story got too much for her. When I finished mum turned to Kate.

"Do you love him?" she asked quietly.

"Yes, oh yes, Joyce. Totally, completely. I know I was only a silly young girl then but now, now I know him, yes," she said looking at me, "I love him more than anything! But, but, he, he . . ."

"Shush now baby," mum said holding her tightly then she turned to me. She knew me too well did my mother! "Well?" That word held a multitude of questions, the wrong answer to one would have destroyed Kate so I knew I had to be careful and judge my answers and my feelings.

I took a deep breath and looked at them both. "I think I might have loved her since the interview," I said quietly. Kate looked up in surprise, eyes wide. "But I don't think I knew or, if I did, blocked it out. I didn't think of you like that, sexually, because . . . Oh I don't know. I can't understand it myself. Tonight, well tonight it would have been wrong." I looked at Kate and said, as clearly as I could, "I knew I loved you two hours ago when I was getting you dressed." They both looked at me in surprise. "I knew then that I wanted to see you smile again, wanted it desperately, and I wanted you to be Kate again but," alarm appeared on both faces, "I knew we had to start again, oh not from square one, that would be silly, but start liking being together without all the business in between." It was so important to me that I was almost in tears myself now.

"I want to know you Kate, the real Kate not the artificial one that you've manufactured for me, but you. I think I'm going to like the real Kate even more than the artificial one. Can we try Kate, for both our sakes?" I saw mum give a little smile and I knew I'd said the right thing.

Kate looked at me, then she looked at mum, "Yes," she said softly, "perhaps I should get to know the real Mike as well, not the one I've dreamed about for all this time." Now she seemed to have got hold of herself. She turned to mum, "Thank you Joyce, thank you for listening and for being here."

Mum smiled and held her, "That's what mum's are for," she said with a satisfied smile. "Now," she went on more businesslike, "You can stay with me tonight, I don't think you should be alone. Is that OK? Your parents won't be worried?"

"No," said Kate softly, "I told them I was going to stay with Mike. They weren't very pleased but I am old enough," she added defiantly.

"Mmm, perhaps you are," said mum but she didn't sound as if she believed it. "You can stay all day tomorrow if you want, and tomorrow night. I might do you good to be away for a while. I'll phone your parents tomorrow and tell them." Mum was taking charge and it was a good idea. It would give us a chance get to know each other. Kate seemed to agree as she sort of snuggled closer to mum, safe in her arms I thought.

"Come on," said mum, "let's get you to bed. We'll freshen you up in the morning. Goodness me, look at the time!" It was nearly 3 am. "No early rising in the morning then," and with that she smiled at me and took Kate upstairs.

I sat there for a while wondering just what had happened, trying to figure out how I felt about her. I was desperate! I wanted her to smile again, to be Kate but the problem was, the Kate I knew wasn't the real Kate. It was a, sort of, fake. Something created because she thought it would appeal to me. I was pretty certain that I'd like the real Kate and I looked forward to what tomorrow, or rather today, would bring.