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From the Past

By: Subcolie



We meet for couple of drinks. I only want one, but you insist and I am actually enjoying the conversation, so I continue to drink. Before I know it I'm feeling buzzed, not drunk because I know what's going on, just buzzed enough not to give a damn. 

We decide to leave and I mention that I can't drive home like this. You tell me not to worry about it and that you have it handled. You tell me to get into your car. I get in and you drive a short distance. When you stop your car, I look out the window and see a hotel. 

"Oh hell no!" I say. "You're married. We were only supposed to get together and talk..." You stop my rambling by grabbing me by the back of the neck and pressing your lips firmly against mine. I suddenly feel very dizzy; maybe I drank a lot more than I thought.

"We're just going to talk here. I just want you to be comfortable. Just relax" You release me and tell me to get out and follow you. I do so warily and you lead me into a hotel room. I sit on the bed as you lock the door. As you start to walk toward me, I try to shrink away from you, but suddenly you're right in front of me and pushing me so I'm laying down on the bed and you're on top of me. 

I start to fight you; telling you to get off me or I'll scream. One of your hands covers my mouth and the other is squeezing and punishing my tits through my shirt. I can feel your hard cock grinding against me. I try pushing you off me and I'm yelling at you through your hand. You suddenly grab both of my hands in one of yours. The other goes back over my mouth. 

"You have to be good little whore or I'll have to punish you. I already have to punish you for all the whining you've done so far," you growl at me. You ask me if I understand. Through your hand I tell you to fuck off. You remove your hand from my mouth long enough to slap me hard across the face. You ask me again if I understand. I remain silent and shoot you a dirty look. You slap me again. You stress the words, "Do. You. Understand?!" I whisper yes. You raise your hand to smack me again.

Quickly, I say louder "Yes Master." 

"Good slut," you say as you get off me. You pull me up by my hair to stand in front of the bed and you lay back down. "Get undressed whore," you order. I start slowly undressing. Your eyes watch me and every once and a while you mumble something like "Look at those whore tits" or "I can't wait to rape that ass." I stand in front of you naked sneaking glances at the door trying to figure out if I could actually make it. You must have seen me looking because you tell me not to fucking think about it. You get up quickly and push me back on the bed face down. 

You hold me down with one hand on my bare back and start beating my ass with the open palm of the other hand. I squirm, but try to remain silent. When the tears come to my eyes, though, I start to beg you, "Please stop Master. Please. I promise I'll be good." You stand and I slide to the floor not sitting on my ass, but kneeling waiting for the next thing you'll say or do. You take your cock out but leave the majority of your clothes on. 

"Suck my cock, bitch." i hesitate. "Move!" you order. I jump, but quickly move to take your cock in my mouth. I start to suck on the tip of your cock, but that isn't enough for you. You grab my head in both hands and start to fuck my mouth. I gag and try to pull away. I push against your thighs; scratching and pinching, but you continue to fuck my mouth. 

As you fuck my mouth you say things like "That's it. Take it fuckslut. You like that, don't you whore." You continue fucking my mouth and I can't help but gag. My eyes start to tear up again and tears roll down my face. You've decided that I've had enough for now and pull your pulsing cock out of my mouth and force me to look up at you as you slap my face with your cock. You have me open my mouth and spurt your hot sticky cum on my face and in my mouth.

When you've finished, you order me to close my mouth and swallow. I do so reluctantly. "Clean my cock," you smugly tell me. I lick it clean the best I can. You start running your fingers through my hair with surprising gentleness. I knee in front of you feeling nervous and wondering what will come next. You start whispering to me, "Do you see how much fun we can have if you'll just submit to me? It doesn't always have to be a fight. Now I need time to recuperate and make a phone call, so let's make you comfortable." 

I'm surprised by your sudden gentleness, so I decide to play along for now. You grab me by my hair, but not as roughly as before. "Crawl," you command. I move on all fours beside you. You bring us as far into the room as you can without going into the bathroom. You leave me kneeling there as you go back to the bed to pull something out from underneath it; making sure to keep yourself between me and the door. For a second I contemplate locking myself in the bathroom until you're forced to leave, but, before I can move, you're back in front of me.

In your hand, you hold a spreader bar with hand restraints. I start to beg you not to restrain me. I try to tell you I'll be good. I can tell this annoys you, but I can't help it. There will be no escaping if you restrain me. You ignore me for now and push the back of my head hard so that I'm now in the doggie style position. You put my feet in the spreader bar first and then reach through my legs to pull my hands back to tightly restrain them to the spreader bar. My face and chest are on the floor and my ass is high in the air. 

"There. Comfortable? Of course you are." You smack me on the ass before you stand up and walk toward the phone. "Now I suggest you keep your bitch mouth shut or I'll just have to gag you with my cock again." You pick up the phone and start to dial.

I decided it's in my best interest to keep my mouth shut, but I start to struggle against my bonds. After about 30 seconds of struggling I decided that it's useless the restrains are too tight. I look over at you and try to hear what you're saying, but you have your back to me. Suddenly you hang up the phone and turn around and just look at me while you rub your cock which is becoming harder by the second. It's hard for me not to struggle when you look at me like that, but I control myself for the most part. You then move to kneel behind me. 

I feel your hand rub my already wet pussy; my body is always betraying me like this. You give me hard slap on my pussy. "You really are a dirty little whore you know. Do you feel how wet you are for me? You love it my pretty little bitch." You grab me by hips and start to rub your cock on my wet pussy lips. I try to remain silent. I don't want to have to admit how much I want it out loud and you know it. "Now I'm going to show you how much you love it cunt." 

You shove your huge hard cock into my tight dripping wet pussy. I couldn't help but let out a pleasurable moan. Your thrusts start out slow and extremely rough; I think you might leave bruises from holding my hips so tightly. You start to fuck me faster and faster; while still going deep and keeping it rough. I moan louder and louder. I feel one of your hands slip beneath me to rub my clit as you fuck me hard. "You don't want it anymore, huh? Do you think you'd moan this loud for anyone else? Can anyone else get you this wet? Can anyone else make you cum like this, bitch?" 

All I can do is moan is pleasure. It's all too intense; your hard cock stretching my tight hole, your deep voice talking dirty to me and your rough finger rubbing my sensitive clit. I start to cum and it's the hardest I've ever cum. You start fucking me harder and faster than before. You growl at me, "Take it slut." You give me one last hard thrust and shoot your cum deep inside me. All I can do is lay there breathing heavy. You're breathing heavy as well, still kneeling behind me, and rubbing your hands on my back. "Well..."

Before you can finish your thought, there's a knock on the door. "Oh...by the way...I invited a couple friends. You don't mind do you?" You smack my ass again before getting up. As you're walking to the door, you say over your shoulder, "Of course you don't, you fucking whore." I start to struggle again as he opens the door.

To be continued...

From the Past a Present



*CHAPTER ONE A shock meeting*

It was an ordinary day, in an ordinary small English Market town. I had been to the Bank, to pay in a cheque. I was leaving and intending to cross the market square when not looking I bumped into this lady. I apologised and went to move on, when she caught my arm. Oh shit, I thought, she was going to make a fuss about this, when I realised that she had called me by my name.

"David! It is David, isn't it?" I looked at her, quite an attractive woman, I would put in her mid forties, very slim and about 5 foot 2 in height. There was something familiar about her, but for the life of me I couldn't place her.

"Yes. I am David but do I know you?"

"Well it's more than twenty years. It's Ann." The mists cleared and of course it was, how could I ever have not known who it was! This was my ex sister! She had been married to my brother, Rob until she was discovered to be cheating on him. Divorce followed quickly.

"Bloody hell!" Perhaps not the most intelligent of comments to make, but that was what came out of my mouth without thought.

"Oh! That sounds as if you aren't pleased to see me." I waffled then.

"No, no, I mean yes, I am pleased to see you, it was a bit of a shock that's all." She smiled.

"What are you doing here?"

"I live here. Have done for fifteen years. Very surprised to see you though. I could ask the same question. What are you doing here?" She shrugged her shoulders.

"Well actually, I live here too. Not as long as you though. Just five years. How's Rob these days?"

Hell! Now that's a question with a very short answer.

"Didn't you know? He died about four years ago." I had never liked giving people bad news, and over the years had found the best way was to tell it, rather than meander around and try to and sweeten the pill. Her face changed to sadness. Not grief, just the sadness that anyone would exhibit upon hearing that someone had lost a relative.

"Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Your Mother must have been very upset. How did it happen?"

"He had an aneurism of the aorta. He died in his sleep." She shook her head.

"Sad end for such a vigorous man." I am certain that she used vigorous as an euphemism. Rob was a randy so and so, and if Ann had not been caught cheating first then a pound to a penny Rob would almost certainly have been caught himself.

"Sad end for a randy bugger," I said, "always thought he would go out with a woman underneath him." Ann laughed.

"Yes that could have been the case most certainly, but more than likely the woman wouldn't have been me." She looked at me with interest.

"So you knew about his playing around? That explains a lot."

"Explains what? Exactly." She didn't answer, but looked at her watch.

"Have you got time for a coffee?"

"No problem. Let's go into Witherspoons." I pointed in the direction of the Pub, just down a side street off the market square.

"That's fine."

Ann found a seat in a quiet corner whilst I ordered the coffee. I joined her. She started a different conversation.

"How's your wife, it's Janice isn't it?"

"Ah! We split fifteen years ago. Divorced I'm afraid." She nodded her head.

"I am not surprised." I laughed cynically at this.

"Neither were my parents, nor my friends. Why is it that everybody seems to have known from the outset, and not let me in on the secret."

"David! You were so terribly set on doing the decent thing, that nothing anyone could have said would have stopped you. She only got pregnant so that you would marry her. Obviously thinking that your Father would fund a luxurious life for her."

"She was wrong in that. Dad was not going to subsidise any of his kids. He thought they should work for it, the same as he did." I didn't want this conversation so went back to the cryptic comment earlier.

"Anyway, what explains what?"

"Sorry?"

"You said earlier that my knowing how Rob behaved explained a lot."

"Oh yes, I did, didn't I? Well, when it all happened your family were horrible to me, especially your mum. Understandable, I suppose. But you weren't. In fact you were very nice to me. Now, I think that you did that because you knew that Rob would have been playing away, and the guilt could not be fairly dumped on my shoulders."

"Close. Actually I didn't know for certain that Rob was messing about, but from his behaviour just before you married I realised that he would never have been faithful to you."

"So why didn't you say anything to me? I might have reconsidered marrying him."

"It would have seemed like jealousy. Most of the family knew I fancied you rotten." Now there was a statement that would stop any conversation, but Ann took it in her stride.

"Oh, I knew that." Now I blushed. She laughed delightedly at my hot face.

"David, of course I knew. Remember the dancing lessons I gave you?" How could I not remember. I was a callow youth of seventeen, still in education, unused to girls of my age, and certainly unused to the gorgeous older woman my brother seemed to have snared for himself. Ann was all of nineteen at that time. Doesn't seem much, but at that time there was an enormous difference between a seventeen year old and a nineteen year old woman. I was acutely embarrassed during those dancing lessons, as I carried a permanent erection caused by dancing so close to her. She knew and whilst not saying anything teased me mercilessly by taking every opportunity to move her body across the lump I carried, and smiling secretly all the time. She never said anything to my brother though, as he, being older and bigger than me would have thumped me without question.

"Yes I do recollect that you teased me."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but your face was a red as it is now."

"Yeh, Yeh. Everyone have a laugh on me." Ann's smile became more serious.

"But I liked you, David. Some would say that I married the wrong brother. If I had been mercenary you would have been a much better bet than Rob."

Now I am a Salesman, someone used to getting over every hurdle and carrying on with my sales pitch. But after that comment I couldn't say anything for a moment. Eventually my curdled brain sorted itself out and I found speech again.

"I don't think I would be a better bet, don't forget I am divorced and I cheated on my wife." Ann watched me for a moment sympathetically.

"Then we all cheated, didn't we David? What a sad commentary on life and marriage for these times." I sensed that she was going to say more. I waited and nothing came. I was just going to say something myself when Ann continued.

"I can't blame you anyway. Janice was a bitch!"

"Possibly, but you have to feel sympathy for her. She thought she was going to get the good life, and she didn't. It was bloody struggle in those early years. Money was tight, and even a night out was difficult when you had to balance the budget. She didn't want to wait nor work to make things better, and made my life difficult, in fact bloody impossible." I didn't like where this was going, as I am not one to speak ill of the dead, nor of those who had been part of your life for a while. So I changed the emphasis.

"So what about you. Did you marry that guy?"

"No. He decided to stay with his wife. I realised later that he was only interested in having a bit on the side. I did get married again though."

"And?"

"Another divorce. No cheating this time, by either of us. But we just ran out of steam. We had only been married for two years" I was nodding my head. I knew what that was about. "I know all about that. I had a number of long term relationships after the divorce, and when you have to ask the question, why are we together? You know it's the end of the line."

"Exactly."

"So what are you doing now?"

"I got a job with BGR, and work in the IT department. With the divorce settlement I bought a house here, so I work and go home to my little, comfortable house and my cat. Two marriages and two divorces mean you learn your lesson."

"So no man in your life?"

"No. And I don't want one either."

"Oh, so my asking if you would like to have dinner one evening would be a waste of time." She smiled.

"David, for you I will make an exception."

We had finished our coffee, and Ann started collecting her things to go. I wanted to go on chatting. 

"Do you have a car, or can I give you a lift somewhere?"

"No. I came in on the bus. A lift would be great, I didn't realise I would end up with all these bags." We walked round to the car park. As I approached the car Ann was surprised.

"David. Is that yours?" Indicating the Jaguar XJ.

"Yes, well no. It's a company car."

"And they give you a Jag for a company car?" I unlocked and opened the passenger door for her.

"Well I do quite a lot of miles, all over the country, so they had to give me something that would do the job comfortably." Ann was sitting now so I went round and got in the driver's side.

"What do you do?"

"I am Sales Director for this textile company." There was silence for a moment, then Ann with a twinkle in her eye said.

"I definitely did marry the wrong brother." I did not know what to say to that until Ann continued.

"And Janice must be so pissed off by now." I had forgotten about Ann's dry sense of humour, and that reminded me. I burst out laughing.

Ann's house was modest, about twenty years old but well maintained. A neat front garden showed a lot of attention had been lavished on it. I helped with her packages to the door.

"Here we are, my little refuge from the world. I expect that you live in some great mansion."

"Well actually I don't. My place is about the same size as this." She looked at me strangely and I felt compelled to explain.

"I didn't see the point in buying a big house. I can only sleep in one bed at a time, I can't sit in more than one chair. All I needed was the basics, a spare bedroom and a room I could use for an office." My explanation sounded lame. Ann didn't think so. 

"It's amazing how we come to understand the realities of life. That our wants and needs can be few, yet still create happiness." I grinned.

"If you are going to get all philosophical then I'm off." She stood in the doorway.

"Coffee?" She nodded to the side as she said that.

"I would love to, but better not. I have a stack of paperwork and phone calls to make." She went to a table just inside the door got a little message pad, and started writing on it. She tore off the top sheet.

"There's my number, call me!" I smiled and prepared to take my leave. She stepped out and grabbed my shoulders, reached up and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she whispered.

"Now did that give you another hard-on?"

*Chapter Two Jousting and sparring*

I managed to get quite a lot of work done although it was difficult. Ann's teasing remarks kept coming back. She had always been a quick-witted girl, with a sense of fun, happier to laugh than be serious. Yet the new Ann showed signs that life had knocked some of the gaiety from her. I could not make my mind up if her teasing was just that, or contained a kernel of truth. I had a problem, probably I was fantasising, but the idea that Ann could possibly view me as a prospective man in her life kept running around in my head. I dismissed it every time the thought came to me, as nonsense, but it kept recurring. That last remark; no, not the one about a hard-on; but when she gave me her telephone number. "There's my number, call me!" There was an imperative in her voice when she said that, as if failure to call would be viewed as an indication of disinterest. With great difficulty I left it over the weekend, then phoned.

"Ann Selby." I noted that. Selby was her maiden name.

"Hi Ann, it's David."

"You left it for three days, David. My allure cannot be as irresistible as I thought." 

"Oh it is, believe me. I have spent hours under a cold shower."

"Ugh. You must be all wrinkled like a prune."

"Oh I am, but at least it got rid of the hard-on." She was laughing.

"Well we shall have to see about that. Want some more dancing lessons?"

"Nice thought, but I have been going to ballroom dance classes every week for three years now."

"Have you? Well you must be good now. If I can't give you anymore lessons, then we shall at least have to have a dance sometime, see if my magic still works."

"How opportune, I was going to ask if you would like to have dinner one evening, perhaps there could be dancing as well."

"As well as what?"

"Ann, you do so enjoy winding people up, don't you?"

"Yes, David I do, but you were always perfect for me as you always reacted so well by blushing, I couldn't resist. I'm sorry, I gave you a hard time. And that was not intended as innuendo."

"Apology accepted, especially if you don't resist."

"Oh!" Ann giggled, quite a nice sound too. "You're not so bad either." I decided to change topic, else this could get a bit too intimate.

"I see you have gone back to your maiden name."

"I wasn't a maiden for long, your brother saw to that."

"Ann!"

"Sorry, sorry. Yes, after the second I couldn't make my mind up whether to be Cole, Adams or Selby. I wasn't Cole or Adams for long enough to grow into either of them, so I decided to be Selby again."

"That makes sense."

"So when do you want to take me to Dinner?"

"It will have to be next week sometime. I am off up north for the rest of this week. What about Sunday next, would that suit?"

"That will be fine, it gives me time to go out and buy a really glamorous dress, and some very naughty undies." The laugh was back in her voice.

"You don't have to go to that trouble, I was just going to wear my gardening Jeans and a sweatshirt."

"David, that I will not believe. You were never one for scruffy clothes. Rob used to make fun of you which I thought very hurtful and probably jealousy, because you were always in a suit and tie. So you can wind me up if you wish but I am certain that on the day you will dress to make me proud to be with you."

"Nice of you to say that, but I was actually asking about the undies." Ann burst out laughing, it was sometime before she got her voice back.

"Like it, David. We are going to have a really good evening, I can tell. And the thing about undies is that they make a girl feel good." I waited as I knew there would something more. "And sometime it makes the man feel good as well." She put the emphasis on the word 'feel'.

"I knew there would be a suggestive line there." 

"Sorry David. I must stop doing that, being suggestive, but you know it's good to be able to do it with someone who understands my sense of humour. That hasn't happened for years. And David, it is just humour."

"I understand that. Was Rob really jealous of me?"

"I think he was. You were the brainy one, you got to dress smartly and work in a clean office. Although he was earning more than you, he realised that one day you would outstrip him. I suspect that he also knew that I was more than a little fond of you."

"That's interesting, but I think a topic for some other time."

"You are probably right. Can I say one thing, please David?"

"Go on."

"I did like you, perhaps more than a sister should. But it was possible that was because I was unhappy anyway. I am not unhappy now, so if anything happens between us, David, it will be because you are you and not a substitute for your brother."

"Thank you Ann. I'll call you when I get back from Newcastle."

"Yes please, David."

I had forgotten about Ann's sense of humour. When I first knew her she liberally filled any comment with innuendo and sometimes even ribald comment. It was not an indication of her morals though. She just loved to wind people up. With me she had an easy target and would render me dumb with embarrassment at times. She would always apologise afterwards, but the next time take up where she had left off. After she married Rob, I noticed that the cheeky side of her nature had gone. I suspect that he, not being quick-witted and not able to keep up had got angry with her thus putting an end to her witty, suggestive conversation.

I had a good trip. My agent in the north was able, but a bit lazy, but he brought in sufficient business for me to turn a blind eye to his failings. We made some good calls and wrote some very nice orders. The days went well and quickly, but the evenings, stuck in a dreary hotel, trying to watch a television stuck up on a wall six feet above my head were crap. If you ask any travelling man he will say the same. All the stories that you hear of travellers scoring every night with some bird, are just that. Stories! The upshot of this was that I thought about Ann quite a lot, pleasant but unwise, as my loins got very interested and heated. Ann would be very pleased if she knew that. I wouldn't tell though, well not unless the conversation got to that level. 

I didn't get home until half past nine, the A1 and the M1 were like a car park. Still I decided to phone even though it was relatively late.

"Hello David."

"How did you know it was me?"

"I was a clever girl. After you phoned last time I saved your number, and it's now programmed into the phone as 'Sexybod'." 

"Pardon?" She was laughing at me.

"Are you blushing David?"

"Yes I bloody well am!"

"Oh well in that case I better actually do that. No, my phone says 'David'. Did you have a good trip. Lots of orders, and luxurious hotels with hot and cold chambermaids?"

"One day when you have the time I shall describe to you what it's like."

"Oh no, David. I am not a girl to be turned on by lascivious tales of others. Particularly yours, I may get very jealous." 

"No it will be a tale of boredom, uncomfortable beds and indescribably food."

"What? Not even a chambermaid to keep you company."

"The chambermaids these days are lumpy, east Europeans with no knowledge at all of the English language." 

"Oh dear, you poor man. Tell you what I will come with you next time, that will liven your evening and you won't even notice the uncomfortable bed."

"Ann, I do have to work you know. I doubt that I would be in any state to work if you did that."

"Ummm, I know, but wouldn't the nights be fun." I knew she was teasing me, this was Ann all over, tease, sexual innuendo and bluff. I decided to bluff as well.

"Do you really want to spend a night in a Travel Lodge in Newcastle, or Preston for that matter?"

"Where?"

"There's other places, Wigan, Sheffield......"

"Stop. That's enough. You have quite turned me off. So no, David, doesn't matter how much you plead, I will not come with you on your business trips." I then played the trump card.

"Well I do have to go to Jersey and Guernsey. But if you are determined not to come with me on my business trips, I do understand."

"There is a nasty streak in you, David, That I never recognised before."

" I was only deferring to your wishes." I was laughing and I could hear Ann's giggles.

"David. It is so good to be able to chat with someone who understands my sense of humour, and what is more can repay in kind. If we ever went to bed together we would never get up to anything as we would be laughing so much." Now that introduced an aspect that although I had thought about; after all blokes meet a nice looking lady and immediately think of how she would be in bed; but I didn't think this possibility would arise at this point in time. My short silence obviously disconcerted Ann.

"Oh. I've gone over the top, haven't I?"

"Bit of a shock you saying that, but to be honest I thought of you whilst I was away, and shall we say parts of me got very interested."

I heard a sharp intake of breath.

"You have just paid me a lovely compliment, a very nice compliment. Thank you, David. That has made my day." I understood what she was saying. It hadn't been intended thus, but telling a lady that merely thinking of her could give you an erection was a compliment.




From the Past a Present



"I think we should discuss this dinner we promised ourselves." Ann agreed.

"Yes. I think you are right. Not the time or place to talk more in that vein."

"So can you do Sunday/" I asked.

"When you mentioned it last. I checked in my social calendar, and do you know I have a window. Well actually I have a window every night that week, and this week, and the week after, you see I am such a busy bee."

"I can tell, I am so pleased you can spare me the time. How about if I pick you up at seven thirty, and do you like Italian?"

"Men or the food?"

"Well there will be some men there claiming to be Italian, they are called waiters."

"Smartarse! Yes I love Italian food, and seven thirty will be great."

"Done! I shall look forward to it."

"I am as well. Rob will be spinning in his grave, he didn't like me spending time with you. I think he was jealous. Your mother won't be best pleased either."

"Oh, she said she would be happy to join us." There was a profound silence for a moment, then all I heard was giggles.

"This is what is called being hoist by one own petard, isn't it?"

"Could be."

"David, you are getting too good at this. Are you good at anything else?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"That my dear, is something you will have to wait to find out." I replied with a very bad impression of Clark Gable.

"How long?"

"I will ignore the implication, but as long as it takes."

*CHAPTER THREE Frankly humour*

I drove up to Ann's house at seven twenty-eight. I rang the door bell and waited. Ann opened and gave me a great smile. She looked very lovely indeed. High heeled silver strap shoes, a very becoming dress in black, with a high neck; I remembered she always wore high necks: which nonetheless left her shoulders bare, and a white shawl which she had draped behind her and over her arms.

"Ann, you look gorgeous!" Her smile told me she was pleased. I was going forward to give her a kiss on the cheek but she forestalled me.

"Where are the jeans you promised me?"

"Sorry they are in the wash." Ann gave a little moue of disappointment.

"Oh well, can't be helped, but I have to say the second choice of clothes is very good." I was in black dress slacks, with a cream shirt, no tie, and a beige linen jacket. I grinned at her.

"Did you honestly believe that I would wear Jeans to a meal when my mother was coming?" She started to laugh, holding her hand in front of her mouth.

"We've started have we. You could at least wait until we were seated."

It didn't take long to get to the restaurant, about twenty minutes without hurrying. I helped Ann from the car, and she held my arm as we walked in. We were shown to out table, and we sat down, I sat opposite her. The waiter fussed, getting napkins into our laps, opening the menu and putting one in front of each of us, and asking if we wanted any drinks. I looked at Ann.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Are you having one?"

"I thought to get a bottle of wine, and that will take us through the meal." She thought and nodded.

"Good idea, let's do that."

"Red or white?"

"Red please David, it's good for the passions." She raised an eyebrow as she said that. I made no comment just looked at the wine list. I spotted one that was quite unusual.

"The Campanaio please." The waiter seemed quite impressed that I had chosen that. I turned back to Ann.

"What wine did you choose?"

"Campanaio."

"I have never heard of that."

"It's unusual I know, I was quite surprised to see it on the list. It is a blend of two grapes, Pinot Noir, and Merlot. It slips down very well, and the Italians claim it's an aphrodisiac." For a moment Ann's face was blank, then suffused laughter came to her face, then she burst out giggling. Tears came to her eyes, and she searched her clutch bag for a tissue. I sat there smiling innocently at her. When she had recovered her composure she looked at me then started giggling again. Eventually she got herself back together.

"David. You don't have to give me an aphrodisiac to seduce me. Just ask. I will probably say yes, eventually." Then she had to start laughing again at the expression on my face.

That's how the meal went. Badinage flying back and forth over the table, and the food and the wine slipping down easily. We had got to the coffee stage, and Ann was leaning forward as she picked up her cup. I was looking intently at her, and for a moment my eyes must have strayed to her bust.

"I am sorry I have no cleavage for you to look at. I was never well blessed with boobs as you know, just a couple of pancakes really."

"Don't be sorry. You know the saying the sweetest and most precious things come in small packages." She smiled.

"Thank you. You know you are a really sweet and lovable man."

"My wife didn't think so."

"Forget her, she had all the wrong criteria." Suddenly her face became serious.

"I'm sorry I made that comment about us going to bed together. Sometimes my attempts at humour go over the top."

"Did I sound upset?"

"No. But perhaps you are too much of a gentleman to show you're upset."

"Not enough of a gentleman then, because I had had fantasies about you."

"You did?"

"Yes."

There was silence then. I certainly was thinking of how this could go further, and I suspect Ann's mind was on the same thing. I opened my mouth to speak but Ann forestalled me.

"David I don't know what is happening here, but one thing I know is that I have never enjoyed the attentions of a man as much as I have this evening. I would like to get to know you much better not in the biblical sense. Well not immediately." She paused for two seconds and that then smirked. "Anytime within the next five minutes will do." We were laughing again. "Now if that isn't what you are looking for, or you just want a brief fling say so now." I reached across the table and took Ann's hand. Turning it over I bent my head and kissed her palm.

"Wherever it goes, Ann. Let's find a road and see where it leads." Her eyes glistened a little.

"Take me home please David."

The Jag ran so smoothly, the engine just purring like the big cat it was, with the headlights carving twin paths through the dark lanes. Ann sat slightly sideways so she could see me as I drove.

After a few miles of silence she spoke. 

"We are not going to bed tonight. There's much to say first." I agreed with her in that. There was a lot to talk about.

"Ann, I am not a Rob. I have never just jumped into bed with any woman. I want to be sure that you are the one for me, because I warn you now, if you are it's for keeps." I could sense her calm smile, but kept my eyes on the road.

"I knew that would be the case. Contrary to opinion I didn't either. It took Rob six months to get me to sleep with him, and that bloke who I had the affair with, pursued me for over a year." Suddenly her irreverent humour came to the surface once more.

"But it wouldn't be that case with us, David. It's taken twenty years. No one would say you were a fast worker."

"True, and no one would say that you are easy." Her laughter was contagious. Eventually she coughed and got her words out.

"You can understand why I made that comment can't you. We would spend so much time cracking jokes and laughing that we would never manage to make love." That picture again, of our lying naked in bed. I could feel the blood flowing to my cock. Ann unbuckled her seat belt and leant over. My silence was enlightening.

"Are you getting an erection, Darling?" She placed her hand in my lap and felt it.

"I'm doing that?" She asked.

"Yes." I croaked.

"You cannot understand how happy that makes me."

"Well I can understand how happy it makes me when you have your hand on my cock." I paused. "Oh God! Another cold shower tonight."

Ann was laughing again. She sat back giggling and chuckling.

"Oh you lovely man, that was exactly the right thing to say, I was getting carried away. We must talk, but I will want a proper kiss goodnight from you."

"Tongues as well?"

"Oh yes, my sweet, lots of tongues."

*CHAPTER FOUR Reminiscence and Revelations*

Ann's home was exactly as I expected. It was comfortable, bright colours with some rather nice framed prints on the wall. She told me to take a seat and went off to make coffee. Then this black cat came in and looked at me suspiciously. Presumable deciding that I was not a threat it tested the water, by jumping up on the chair and walking all over my lap. Not round and round as cats do when they will settle down, but from one side to the other, across my lap, up on the arm, then back. I stoked it's back softly, and the cat immediately curled into my lap and purred. If I stopped stroking for a moment, the tail lashed angrily until I started stroking again. Ann came back with the coffee, and laughed.

"I am so glad that Sam likes you. If he didn't you stood no chance!"

"I am glad I have black trousers on."

"Well you could always take them off." She put her hand to her mouth looking horrified.

"Oh I'm sorry David, there's me with my weird sense of humour again."

"Ann, don't change. I don't have a problem with your humour, I have much the same myself. And I do understand when you are being funny, and when you are being serious...well, most of the time." I added with a grin. Ann put my coffee within easy reach then sat down. Immediately Sam got off my lap and wandered out into the kitchen.

I remarked on the framed prints. "Tintagel, and that one looks like Mullion Cove. Do you like the West Country?"

"Yes. I love it down there, and you must as well, else you wouldn't have recognised the places." 

"I get down there quite regularly with the job, but also try to get down two or three times a year, just to unwind and recharge the batteries." Ann understood what I was talking about.

"Unfortunately I don't go as much as I would like. It's not the same without someone to share it with."

"Don't just hint, Ann. Just come out with it." She laughed.

"I don't need to. You got the message." Ann took a sip of her coffee then became serious.

"You said something about what Rob had got up to before we were married." I nodded unwillingly. I didn't want to trash my brother now he was dead, but I had to tell Ann the truth.

"It was at his Stag night. We got to the 'Fox' about seven thirty. There was all his mates from work there, all wanting to pour ale down their necks, and Rob was going to keep them company. I was going to stay sober as I was driving him home afterwards. It was exactly as I hoped it wouldn't be. Loads of beer, and dirty jokes galore. Then just before nine Rob was at the bar and he was chatting to this girl. She was a right scrubber. Next thing I know is he come over and asks me for the car keys. Well it was his car, so I could hardly refuse, then he's gone! All these blokes who I didn't know from Adam, and the person for whom the party was planned had buggered off. The lads didn't seem at all fussed about it, one said something to the effect that Rob would never turn down the chance of some pussy, no matter how ropey the bird looked. Just after ten they all went off to another pub, but I had to stay as I couldn't turn up back at home without Rob. Half past ten was chucking out time so I waited outside in the rain until he turned up about ten after eleven. He told me to drive, and as I did he got his cock out and started cleaning it with his handkerchief, It was all bloody, evidently this girl was at her time of the month. Didn't stop Rob though." Ann sat there with tears in her eyes. 

"He did that? To his own brother? Oh, David I am so sorry." I was shaking my head in denial.

"You don't have to apologise. I should have refused to give him the car keys in the first place, for that, Ann I am sorry. Anyway even though you didn't know about it there was hurt there for you as well."

"I knew Rob was cheating on me, that's why I was so unhappy. That was also why when the manager at work started chatting me up I eventually allowed him to seduce me. It wasn't about getting back at Rob, but more to convince myself that I wasn't doing anything wrong to drive Rob away. I chose badly, he was a married man, and his wife found out, and came round to our house and accused me of wrecking her marriage. Rob went ballistic and threw me out. I was so frightened, Mum and Dad wouldn't have me in the house, and I had to go to my sister who was none too happy. Everybody was against me, the only one who wasn't calling me all the names under the sun was you. I never understood why until we talked the other day. Thank you David. I know you couldn't do anything, but the knowledge that someone cared was very important." I shook my head.

"You don't need to thank me, I should have said something to you before you married him."

"Rob gave me Chlamydia you know."

Talk about a bombshell!

"You're joking."

"I wish I was. It wasn't diagnosed for three years, and by that time it was too late. I had become infertile. I also gave it to that man and he gave it to his wife. Rob of course decided that it was me who gave it to him." Ann was crying real tears now, running down her cheeks like rivulets. That was typical Rob, he would always deny responsibility for whatever bad happened in his life. I got up and went over to her and held her. She grabbed me and with her head against my chest shook with the pain of the memory. Gradually her sobs got less, and eventually she raised her face to me. Without thought I just kissed her. Ann returned the kiss frantically, opening her lips asking for my tongue in her mouth. Between kisses she was crying, "David, David." I held her as long as she clung to me. As she became calmer I released the pressure of my arms. She looked up to me. And smiled a weak little smile.

"I must look a mess. Let me go and fix my face." I got up.

"Don't go, David. Please don't go."

"I wasn't going to. I have to drink this lousy coffee your trying to poison me with, for the next cup put some more sugar in!" The sad face suddenly turned sunny again, and she giggled.

"You keep doing that, don't you. That explains why I am inexplicably drawn to you. You helped me when I was really down, even though you didn't realise it, you held me when I was crying, and gave me some lovely kisses by the way. And I shall want more of those before you go. Then you made me laugh. Don't ever stop, please David." I grinned.

"Only if you put more sugar in my coffee."

Ten minutes later, Ann returned with more coffee. She had washed her face but hadn't retouched her make-up. She sat for a moment sipping the coffee then turned to me.

"Will you sit on the settee with me and hold me?" I didn't reply, just got up and moved over to sit next to her, putting my arm round her. She snuggled into me.

"After all these years I finally get to cuddle the man who I always thought should be cuddling me."

"Yes. I should have said something about Rob to you, let you know what he was really like, but I chickened out. Now knowing what he did to you, I feel terrible."

"No David, you mustn't. How could you have done that? I may have believed you, but your mum and dad wouldn't, especially your mum. Rob would have thought you a traitor. If anyone's to blame it should be me."

"How do you work that out?" Ann snuggled closer.

"This is so good, I feel as if I've come home." We both enjoyed the comfort of holding each other close.

"I should have seduced you, you know. You would never have been able to resist me."

"Couldn't I?" 

"No David, you wouldn't. Come on now, what seventeen year old male would deny any woman who offered it on a plate. I was well aware of how much you desired me. You would have been easy."

"Are we back to dancing lessons?"

"Yes. Dancing lessons. Then you with your strong sense of honour and decency would have stood with me and together we would have faced the anger. It would have been terrible, but you would have been mine. But I didn't do that. Instead I married your brother and watched you turn from a callow youth, into a really good man, a nice man who would make a woman a very good lover and life partner. And I hated having to watch and not be part of your life. When you announced that you were going to marry Janice, I was so angry. With you, with her, with Rob in fact everybody, until I realised that I was actually angry with myself. It should have been me you were marrying. My cowardice had let us both down."

There was little to say to that. Ann was right. I wouldn't have resisted, and yes the fall out could have split my family forever, but I would have faced the music with her. With hindsight, oh that wonderful science, it wouldn't have mattered splitting the family as my family was dysfunctional as any could be and my mother made as good a job as any in creating the split.

"It's all in the past, Ann. That's gone. We can start writing the real story now." I turned her face up and kissed her, a deep soul-stirring kiss. She was murmuring throughout the kiss even as her tongue was busy trying to drag my non-existence tonsils out. When we parted we were both breathless.

"I love having your tongue in my mouth." She whispered in my ear. "But I shall love having your cock in me even more." If JT down there was not already standing to attention, he would have certainly leapt with those words. Ann knew and dropped her hand to caress the lump in my trousers.

"What's this? This isn't a dancing lesson!" What else could we do but laugh.

We arranged to meet soon, There was more we should talk about, and after many more of those wonderful devouring kisses I left. I had never had any problems sleeping singly in a double bed, but tonight it seemed to have acres of space where Ann's warm body should be. 

*CHAPTER FIVE Past, present and future*

*Explanation of a British term. 'end' a colloquial for the male penis, as in 'getting your end away' i.e. having sex*. 

I phoned Ann on the Tuesday. I had been down to the south coast, leaving at five thirty in the morning and got home at just after seven in the evening. I didn't feel like cooking for myself so decided on going out for an Indian meal. It was without conscious thought that I picked up the phone to ask Ann if she would join me.

"Hello David. It's lovely to hear from you."

"Oh I dialled the wrong number, I was going to order a take away."

"I am the only one on the menu, so you can take me. Delivered or collect?" Thirty seconds and we were at it again, banter and laughter. Eventually we calmed down and I could ask the question.

"Ann I have just got back and thought about going out for an Indian meal. I hoped that you could join me?"

"Oh David. I have already got my meal on the go. Why don't you come here and eat with me?"

"I can't come just like that." That was a far as I got before peals of laughter interrupted me. I waited having a suspicion of what Ann's next words would be.

"Oh yes you can Darling, and I will be very involved with the operation." I could hear some very dirty sniggers.

"Ann Selby, you have a very dirty mind."

"I know, and you David Cole are just as bad. Just think of all the fun we are going to have. Anyway back to reality. I can put on some more spuds, and there will be plenty for both of us. Please c.... No I can't say that again. Please join me David."

"I'd love to. Give me twenty minutes to wash and change and I'll be right round."

"You can have a shower here if you want, then I can sneak in and get an eyeful of that sexy bum of yours."

"And where do you suppose that would end?"

"I am only concerned where your end would end."

"Ann be careful. One day soon I shall challenge you to put up or shut up."

"No Darling, you have that wrong. You are the one who will put up, I will be your willing receptacle." There's no answer to that, so I simply said.




From the Past a Present



"See you in twenty."

I cannot recall what the meal was. All I could see was Ann, who was so happy to have cooked a meal for her man. Well that's what she explained later. All I knew that it was a delight to sit here with the woman I had known all those years ago. Then like Saul's conversion the light sudden hit me. I loved Ann. That I had loved her for years. Not just fantasised about but loved. So I said it.

"Ann. I love you." She stopped eating, put down her knife and fork and just looked at me. Then she did what most women seem to do, she cried. I got up and took her in my arms and licked the tears from her cheeks.

"I didn't realise it, but I have loved you for so long. All the years apart and you still held that special place in my heart, so imbedded that I couldn't replace it, and so much a part of me that sometimes I was hardly aware it was there. But it was." She looked up at me.

"When we were talking on Sunday and I told you how angry I was when you announced your engagement to Janice. I knew then that I loved you, that's what made me so angry. That I had let you go to another woman. I couldn't believe it when I tripped over you in the market place. It was if the fates had said 'ok, girl, we are giving you another chance. Don't mess it up this time'. This girl's not going to mess it up this time, Darling David. I love you, I always have."

The meal was forgotten, we sat holding each other not even talking as words were superfluous at that moment. Was this the time to abandon the dishes, forget the lights, let the tea go cold and go up to her bed and sink into each other. Nice thought, but we both had to work tomorrow. And as Ann had said there was more talking to do. Without words we both agreed to clear the table and wash the dishes. Ann washed and I dried. It was such a mundane task, but thoroughly enjoyable, particularly when I put the drying cloth down and standing behind Ann, who had her hands in the water, slipped my hands under her arms and cupped her breasts. It was only for a moment and I moved as if to take my hands away.

"Don't you dare. I have waited for twenty years for you to touch my breasts, and I want to savour the moment for a little longer." Ever the gentleman I found her breasts again, and manipulated them softly. I could feel her nipples erect, and pinched them gently.

"God! That is so good." She then started to unbutton her blouse, uncaring that she was soaking the fabric with her hand straight from the washing up. She guided my hand through the opening. I dipped into her bra and found her nipple. I caressed softly and flicked my finger up and down. I also took the opportunity to open her blouse with the wrist that was inside, and looked down. Ann understood what I was doing.

"Sorry my love, I don't have much for you there." I made no direct answer, I simply said.

"They are beautiful! As beautiful as the woman." She leaned back against me and surrendered herself to my pleasure. After a few minutes I heard her say quietly.

"I think you should stop now, otherwise we will be in bed together in the next five minutes." I kissed her ear, and murmured that I understood. She turned to face me.

"Do you, David." I nodded.

"Yes. We know we will make love soon, but there are things to talk about before that. We have to clear the air of the history. Understand how we came to this point." She was of the same mind.

"But I want to be in your arms while we talk."

"Why do you ask me for everything that I want to give?"

I sat at one end of the settee, and Ann curled herself up in that double-jointed way that women manage and relaxed into my arms. She was facing up, so from time to time she would indicate that a kiss would make her happy. She started a conversation that was going to be painful for me.

"Why did your mum dislike me so much?"

"Any number of reasons, but mainly because you were taking her first-born away from her."

"Don't all mothers of boys face that?"

"Yes. But mum was extremely attached to Rob, actually to the exclusion of her other children." Ann's eyes opened wide.

"Your not suggesting...."

"I am not suggesting anything. It's just that to mum, Rob was God's gift to her on earth. She would speak no ill about him, nor hear no ill about him. She favoured him in everything. If we were naughty as little boys, I was the one who had led him into it."

"But you were the younger!"

"Didn't matter. I was the conniving, deceitful one. Rob was innocent."

"How about Lizzie?" Lizzie was my younger sister.

"She was a girl, and dad had wanted a girl all along so mum was not going to upset dad by showing favouritism. But with me she did. 

"How do you mean?"

"I'll give you an example. It was eighteen months after you divorced, and Dad had died. Rob was in Australia, he lived there for about four years. I had gone to visit mum straight from work. I may have overdone the aftershave that morning, because it was obviously still lingering. Mum commented on it and asked me what it was, I told her, and she made me make a note of it for her. Two months later it was Christmas, and I had brought mum up to my place for a couple of days. As usual we phoned Rob, and he was waxing lyrical about the expensive aftershave she had given him. I immediately knew what brand it was. And I was pleased that mum for once had decided to buy a good brand. Later when we opened the presents to ourselves, mum had given me a bottle of aftershave. Not 'Gentleman' from Givenchy, but some cheap crap from a discount pharmacy, and it was horrible, stank like a gents urinal. So Golden boy gets the good stuff, and the afterthought gets the crap. It's almost as if she said "oh anything will do for you. You don't count. There's lots of other things but that sums it all up." 

The episode had always hurt for me, although it was one of many and remembering it brought me pain. Ann saw that pain, and reached up to share my sorrow.

"My gentleman will always have 'Gentleman' for Christmas. And he will be always number one in my life."

"It wasn't about being number one or two. It was about being recognised as an equal."

"I know my darling. But you have to be number one as there will never be another." She wiped my eyes, because she thought that I had shed a tear. I denied that, but she just smiled that woman smile which says ok you can think that, but I know the truth. She them raised herself for a kissing contest, whose tongue could reach the furthest down the other's throat. 

"I would have thought, then that she would be happy when Rob and I broke up."

"Oh no. You had cheated on her boy. That was a heinous crime in her book, how could any girl do that, he was the best at everything. She had this gift of being able to deny or ignore facts that didn't fit her theory."

"Was Rob terribly upset?"

"Oh his pride was hurt. He believed that he was the superlative lover, and how could you consider being with someone who was not a patch on him. Apart from his hurt pride I don't thing he was really upset. Because could get back to his randy ways without ties to keep him from his pleasures." Ann mulled over that for a moment.

"Rob was very impatient. I took to using hand cream to make it less painful, because he never bothered to wait until I was ready." Was I surprised? No. I had no evidence to back that up, but knowing my brother it didn't come as a shock. Now it was my turn to comfort Ann. She wasn't particularly in need of comfort, but we both enjoyed the comforting anyway.

"If you keep kissing me that way, David, I will never be able to get out of our bed."

"Speaking of that...."

"Yes my Darling. I would like to come to you Friday night, and stay until Monday morning. I want to love you, and just as importantly sleep with you. I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up in the morning with them still around me. Can we do that?""

"You don't need to ask. I may have to take care of myself in the meantime of course."

"Oh don't do that. Well not unless I am there to watch."

"Oh kinky are we?"

"Oh boy, you had better believe it." Then she started to look shamefaced.

"I'm not actually. I wouldn't know how to start." I drew her back into my arms.

"I'm not into stuff like that. Well not the really kinky stuff."

"What's really kinky then?"

"Bondage, Sub, Dom, whipping."

"What? I'm glad to hear that you're not, so what do you do?" I kissed her.

"Wait until Friday night and find out."

"Oh I wanted to go to bed tonight anticipating lots of lovely things."

"When we get into bed my sweet, the loveliest thing will be you." Her smile showed pleasure.

"Do I bring a nightie?"

"Yes, it's something for me to take off."

"Panties?"

"Yes. It's something...."

"For you to take off." She finished the sentence for me. "Bra?"

"No, I don't think so." A cloud came over her face. I quickly jumped in before she could say anything.

"Your breasts are beautiful, they delight me. But I have never mastered the knack of unclipping a bra one handed." We were back into giggling time again.

"I don't really need a bra, except to stop them drooping as I get older. If I let that happen what little I have would disappear completely."

"I have decided in favour of re-incarnation. So I am going to come back as a your bra, then I shall be in a place of delight all the time." Ann was laughing which turned into a giggle, then a smirk.

"In that case you had better have some practice now. She unbuttoned her blouse again, reached in and somehow her bra came undone. Then she pulled the blouse open. She didn't say anything just looked at me with a beseeching expression. Of their own volition my hands found her breasts, caressing and stroking. My thumb was in exactly the right place to rub over the nub of her nipple which came erect. It actually wasn't the only thing erect as Ann found out.

"Darling there is this lump growing in my back. Is it anything bad?" I ignored that, just touching the breasts that I had imagined and fantasised about all those years before, was enough for me. Ann was breathing heavily.

"Oh David, you touch me as If my breasts are something very precious. It's wonderful. I have never felt like this." I bent my head, and kissed one nipple, then opening my lips took the nipple and sucked it gently into my mouth.

"Aghh, that's so good." I moved to the other nipple and treated that to the same.

"Shhh, bugger! Why don't you have two mouths? It's bloody unfair. God gave me two nipples, why didn't he complete the job?" I started laughing at this blasphemous comment, which if anything brought new and astonishing sensations to Ann.

"Oh fuck! That's even better." I couldn't continue, the laughter had got too much for me. Ann was laughing as well. When she had calmed down she grinned and said.

"See! I told you. We will never be able to get up to too much in bed, as we will be laughing all the time."

She hadn't re-buttoned her blouse. So I could feast my eyes. Ann noticed.

"I have always felt guilty about having small breasts, but I can see in your eyes wonder and love and adoration. That warms me through and through. Thank you David. I shall never feel guilty about them again. If you look at me like that when I am naked, I shall never want to put clothes on either, because that look of yours makes me feel so precious and wanted."

"You are precious and wanted."

"You are as well, David. I felt your cock grow when you touched my breasts. I can't wait for the weekend, when I shall see it, and hold it, and it will love me. Never worry about me not being ready for you, either. I am soaking wet down there." Ann was lost in her thoughts for a while.

"Despite all my banter. I never thought I was a very sexual woman. I am frightened now about what I have found out about me. I have all these thoughts about being depraved and really dirty with you, but I don't know how to go about it. This week will seem like an eternity to me, because I can't wait to be with you, and I want you to do all sorts of things to me. I want you to fuck me and fuck me senseless, and then fuck me some more." I was shaking my head.

"Ann, I will not be doing these things to you." I saw alarm come to her face, and continued quickly. "We will be doing these things together. I will fuck you, and sometimes you will fuck me, but at all times we will be making love."

Ann was quiet. Unusual I know, but she was thinking about what I had just said.

"David. How can I fuck you?"

"I will lie back, present you with an erect cock. You sit on it with it inside you and you do the work, at your own pace." The look that came over her was astonishment.

"Do people do it that way?"

"Yes."

"And you won't mind me being on top?"

"Not at all. I can reach your breasts that way. I think we will both find that very exciting."

"David you are going to have to teach me." She grinned. "I am looking forward to the lessons."

"It's a bit like dancing lessons, I suppose."

"Naked dancing lessons." She gave that a thought, and a lascivious smile adorned her face as she said.

"Now that's depraved and dirty, see I'm getting there. This could be very interesting." 

It was getting late and I had to make a move. But there was something I wanted to ask.

"Why my place?"

"Because I haven't seen it. I'm a woman and I'm curious. There's no end of information a woman can pick up just by looking around someone else's home. But mainly because you would not want Sam trying to interfere when you are bouncing up and down on me. He would you know. He may think you're attacking me. Silly really as I've already surrendered."

"What will you do about Sam?"

"Oh, he's no problem. He spends a lot of his time with Sheila next door. She even had a cat flap put in especially. So If I'm not here, he goes and makes himself at home with Sheila."

Ann did not button up her blouse as we went to the door. She explained her exhibition simply.

"I have been unhappy with them since they grew. No longer. My man loves them so now I do as well. And I just wanted him to keep them in mind until Friday." That led to another bout of kissing disease. 

"One last thing."

"Yes please, another kiss." replied Ann.

"I am cooking Friday!"

"You can cook as well?"

"I thought about going out, but I think I shall want an early night."

"Do you know, I think I shall as well."

*CHAPTER SIX Allurement and Lechery*

We talked every night, willing away the time until the Friday. Ann decided that she would come round in her own car.

"Then I can drive straight to work on Monday." I waited knowing that there would be a cheeky comment to follow.

"Besides I may have trouble walking by then."

"I have no idea what you mean." I gave her an opportunity for another witty reply.

"Oh yes you do. If you spend as much time between my legs as I hope you will, they will be stuck in the open position. I may have trouble walking, but I shall have a very happy smile on my face."

I gave her the directions to my place.

"What are you cooking for me?"

"My repertoire is limited, but I thought Lasagne would be good, but no garlic bread."

"Sounds good, especially the bit about garlic bread. I intend that a lot of kissing will take place."

"That's what I thought."

"You see, David! We were made for each other."

What do I remember about that weekend? Of details few, of the senses much. The sight of Ann laying in my bed, naked and so beautiful, waiting for me. She didn't have the nightgown nor the panties, as she wanted to present herself to me without covering or inhibition. Then there was the way she reacted to my loving. The way I reacted to her need for me, and the need I felt for her. All of these things impressed on my memories far more than the actual physical actions. I had made love with some very nice ladies in my past, but now realised that it was simply sex. This was making love, and making love with Ann could take you to another plane where the senses overwhelmed the mind. When Ann confessed to me that some of what happened was new to her, I was surprised and worried that I could have offended her. With her reply I understood that she too had found that ethereal plane.

"My darling David. Never before have I felt such love. Nothing I have ever experienced came close to the joy I felt with you. No one has ever loved my pussy as you did with your mouth and tongue, but I was happy to let you do that, a little frightened as it was strange to me, then the fireworks went off. I couldn't believe how much pleasure that gave me. Then when you went inside me it was blissful, my whole being centred on my pussy, everything I felt was coming from there. I cannot think of any other terms with which I can describe that wonderful moment."

We had gone to bed at nine o' clock that Friday evening. It was four in the morning when we went to sleep, and eleven o' clock the next morning when I awoke. Ann was still in my arms. Looking up at me with a very contented smile on her face. I don't know how long she had been awake, but she had let me sleep.

"Good morning lover."

"Good morning my beautiful, sweet lady."

"I can't get enough of you telling me I am beautiful, even when I know you are lying."

"Never!" She laughed.

"Dear David. I have just woken up. I cannot be beautiful at this moment, It will take me at least an hour putting on all the slap to achieve that miracle."

"Beauty comes from within, and you are beautiful. However I must leave that beauty right now as I need the bathroom!" Ann assumed a tragic face.

"My lover, he is so romantic."

I got up and dashed to the bathroom. I stood sighing heavily as I relaxed my bladder. Sounds from the bedroom alerted me, and suddenly Ann was behind me, looking round my shoulder.

"Ooh that looks so funny. Can I hold it for you?"

"Be my guest." Ann took hold of my cock, then giggled.

"I can feel the vibrations running through it." She relaxed her hold a little and of course the stream threatened to go all over. It was impossible. Ann was giggling so much and shaking with laughter, and my errant stream was going with her. I took hold again. The stream finished so Ann pulled off a piece of toilet paper and wiped the end thoroughly. I flushed the cistern and Ann immediately sat down and impishly smiled at me as she too began to pee. The intimacy of the situation was overwhelming. Ann was laying down a marker for our relationship. No closed doors, no secrets, no false modesty.

We had a hurried breakfast, then I showered and shaved. Whilst I shaved, Ann took her shower. She got out to find me waiting with a towel. Drying her body led me to more intimate touches, and within five minutes we were back in bed again.

After the initial storm had passed, Ann propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. I was still recovering from coming yet again.

"I want to do something for you." I must have looked puzzled.

"David, I want to suck your cock." She stopped and her face clouded with worry. "I have to say this, then I shall never make the comparison again. Rob wanted me to suck him, but once he was in my mouth, he would grab my head and force his cock into my mouth brutally. There was no pleasure for me in it, and sometimes he bruised my throat. I promised myself after we split that I would never do that again. And I haven't." I interrupted her.

"You don't have to do that." She shook her head.

"No, I knew you would say that. That's why I love you so much. But I want to because I love you. You are nothing like your brother, and the way you treated me last night has convinced me that there should be nothing that we couldn't do together. I want to suck you now, for you, and for me as well. To see if it is enjoyable. At some time, not now but sometime, I will want you to enter me at the back. I am a virgin there, and I want to give you something that no other man has had, nor will." I pulled her down to me and held her so tight. Ann snuggled to me as if the closeness had come to mean life itself. Eventually she pulled away, and smiled.




From the Past a Present



"Lay back, Darling." She reached own and took hold of my cock. I wanted to warn her.

"Ann, let me wash first. It's a bit mucky." She looked up at me from her position close to my groin.

"That mucky stuff has come from you and me. I would not want this any other way." I wasn't erect, but Ann did not mind. She took me into her mouth.

Tentative at first, but becoming bolder as she got over her fears that I would suddenly start pushing at her. I lay there and let her take her time.

"It's all squishy and tastes lovely." her mouth was once more swallowing me. The next time she raised her head, with a happy smile on her face. I demanded.

"Kiss?" She dived on me and our mouths joined. The taste in her mouth was tangy from both our emissions. She returned to the task in mouth. My cock was getting hard again, and Ann was now trying to swallow as much as possible. She gagged once or twice as she lowered her face too far, but undaunted she tried again. I have only ever been deep-throated once before, but Ann seemingly was going to make a second time for me. Her face was becoming red as she deprived herself of air until her throat relaxed and my cock slid into her throat. She couldn't keep it there for long, as she had to come up, gasping for air, eyes streaming. Nonetheless she had a triumphant smile on her face.

"Wow. That felt so good when I got you down my throat. I shall have to practice that." I sat up and kissed her. She immediately pushed me down.

"Not finished yet. I want you to cum."

"Well I will, soon."

"In my mouth, please David."

"Ann you..."

"I know I don't have to do this, but I want to. So don't try and pull away. I want this." Who am I to argue? She returned to my now fully engorged and blood-red cock.

"I must say, he looks really handsome like this." I had no time to reply as my cock was swallowed once more.

I was not far away, and soon the familiar sensations began in my balls. Ann seemed to feel them too as she concentrated on just holding the tip of my cock in her mouth, and tantalising the prepuce with her tongue. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen. Ann's hand was holding my balls as if she was trying to encourage spilling my spunk. The opening of my urethra seemed red hot to me as the liquid burst through. I could feel Ann gulping, although to tell the truth it was not a copious emission as I had cum only an hour ago. As the orgasm ran it's course and my breathing returned to something similar to normal, Ann raised her face, with a smile of triumph. I went to pull her to me, but she shook her head, pointing towards her closed mouth. I was having none of this, so sat up and locked my lips with her. My tongue pushed firmly at her closed lips and eventually she gave up the struggle, and out tongues slipped together, tasting and sharing my seed.

We lay quietly for a while, savouring the moment. Then a little voice from somewhere near my chest spoke.

"That was incredible. I loved doing that, and I loved having you spurt in my mouth, it brought me so close to you. But you sharing your spunk after was so wonderful. Rob wouldn't even kiss me after he had used my mouth."

"Let's not talk about Rob. It is you and I now. Us!" I could feel Ann nodding her head.

"Yes. The two of us." I could feel her shake as her fondness for the wisecrack re-asserted itself.

"And when are you going to fuck me again?"

Ann was like an aphrodisiac for me, so a little later I was able. But having cum so much, I did not reach orgasm for quite some time. Ann reaped the benefit with two climaxes before I made it. She looked at me with love and pride.

"I am multi-orgasmic. And I will definitely have difficulty walking!"

Sunday is supposedly the day of rest, and I definitely needed it. We retired to bed for the afternoon, with a bottle of wine. Ann of course had something to say about that.

"This is so decadent. I love it. I have been fucked silly, I'm completely naked and I get to lie in bed, drinking wine with the man I adore, who's also naked. David you are luring this girl into terribly bad habits."

"If I recall I did very little luring."

"Oh yes you did. You kept showing me that beautiful erect cock. What is that if not luring?" 

"If you are complaining then I suggest you unhand the object you cite as the root of your enticement." Ann had taken my cock in hand the moment we got into bed.

"Why?" She asked innocently.

"Because if you don't I shall be doing some more luring soon."

"Oh goody!"

*CHAPTER SEVEN What of the future?*

To be honest I was glad that the following week was very busy for me. I had to spend a couple of days at the Head Office, then move on to London. I had some new ranges that needed to be shown to our most prestigious customers. To be honest I hated London. With a boot full of samples, far too heavy to carry further than a couple of hundred yards, I could never find anywhere to park within easy reach of the accounts. Consequently I parked in the suburbs and took a taxi. The cabbies usually looked askance at the bag of samples, but if you are willing to join in their chatter, they became quite happy to help with the load, even on more than one occasion getting out of the cab (that's a miracle) and toting part of it up to the buying offices. That deserved a good tip. The busy week took my mind off Ann. In the moments when she did come into my head I wondered what I was going to do about her. The solution was quite simple really but it took me some time to accept that it was the obvious course.

I phoned her on Thursday evening from the overpriced and under equipped hotel I was staying in. She of course would not recognise the phone number so I gave her a big clue as to who was calling.

"Are you walking any better now?" Ann collapsed into laughter. She was only partly recovered when she said.

"Somewhat, but I am expecting to be just as bad on this coming Monday." She paused for just a moment. "And speaking of coming I hope to be very bad over the weekend. Any offers?"

"Very definitely. But at some time there is something I would like to talk about."

"David, that sounds ominous."

"It isn't meant to be. Shall I pick you up? Or will you use your car with the pedals spaced especially wide for a lady who will spend her weekend with her legs far apart?"

"I'll come in my car, and I will come in your bed, and in the bath, the shower, over the dining table and anywhere else you choose to fuck me."

"Oh getting ambitious are we?"

"David. I have twenty years with zero rations, I need to catch up, even if it kills me."

"More likely it will kill me."

"Oh no. I shall be very gentle with you."

Ann arrived at my house just after seven. She was wearing a long coat. Now I had a fantasy for years that one day a woman would meet me wearing just such a coat, and would open it to reveal herself completely naked. Ann did just that. I took her in my arms, kissed her lips, kissed her breasts, then dropping to my knees kissed her pussy before inserting my tongue. She was wet! Ann gasped.

"Oh God. That's fucking magic." I thought so as well. She didn't allow me to complete this very pleasant task. Before long she dragged me upright and started undressing me. Her haste made her clumsy so I had to help.

"Yes, David. Get naked. I want to see that lovely cock. I was in a hurry too, and got myself out of my clothes in record time. I sat on a chair and indicated my erection.

"It's yours." Ann had been expecting me to lay her on the carpet, so I pulled her over me, indicating that she should put her legs either side of me, and then guided her to the position where she could sink down on my cock. As she sank down, her eyes turned up like a gauge measuring fullness. She quickly learned that she was in control. The rising and falling would be tiring for her as she had to balance on the balls of her feet, but the knowledge of her power easily outweighed the discomfort.

"Now, Ann. You fuck me."

"Yes. Yes I am fucking you. It's bloody fantastic. Fuck!" That last exclamation was wrenched from her as I bent forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucked hard and then bit it gently between my teeth.

"Do it again........Fuck!"

Such was the passions which had been simmering all week, they boiled over very quickly.

"I'm going to cum. Oh You bastard! You bloody bastard! David, you lovely fucking bloody bastard." That was it. Ann climaxed, shaking and moaning and calling me all the names under the sun. Just as she was coming down, I got into the act and spurted a weeks worth of memories of the last weekend, straight up her cunt. That renewed Ann's diminishing climax with cries that sounded as if they were being wrenched from the very heart. Gradually they died away and she flopped down on me like a rag doll.

We were getting our senses together neither moving but nature has its way, and when my cock slipped out of her she moaned.

"Oh no. I like him there." She put her hand down to feel the oily limp appendage.

"But he's still sweet even when he's like this." Most men would take umbrage at their pride and joy being called 'sweet' But before I could say anything Ann started to interrogate me.

"Where did you learn to be so good? Who was she? I hate her!" The smile on her face told me, as if I didn't know, that she was not serious, so in the same vein I answered her.

"It comes naturally. I suppose I am just gifted." Ann was laughing now.

"I know it comes naturally, and from now on it will come naturally in my pussy, my mouth or over my breasts." She stopped for just a moment. "And one day soon it will come in my arse!"

"You're determined about that?"

"Yes David. It is important to me."

"In that case I shall be very happy to accommodate you in that b..." Ann interrupted.

"No! I shall be accommodating you." She couldn't resist the parry. Not ignoring it because it was quite neat, I carried on with what I was going to say.

"But! I have not done that before." That stopped her and she looked worried. Then her face cleared to one of absolute happiness.

"Then my darling David, we will be giving each other something that is a new experience. I am so happy that I can give you something that no other woman has given. That's wonderful." I concurred.

"We are writing our own story, Ann. That's what I want for us." I could say no more as Ann had glued her lips to mine.

When I was released I had something else to say. I reached down to where my clothes had been discarded so haphazardly, and managed to find the little box in the jacket pocket. I held it clasped in my hand as I retrieved it so Ann would not see it.

"Ann I wanted to talk about us, and I know you were worried. I was wrong to tell you that way, so I going to say it now. My dearest Ann, I love you totally, no if's, no but's, absolutely. And I want to change your name to Cole again. Will you marry me?" I opened my hand and the ring box was there. I flicked the catch and opened it. Inside was a ring I had bought in London. It was white gold with a centre solitaire, shouldered by two Ruby's. Ann was dumbstruck, and I knew that later I would pull her leg outrageously. But for the moment I waited. At last she found her voice.

"David. Yes, yes, yes." that serious shaded her face. "But you don't have to do this. I am yours for as long as for ever if that's what you want. You don't need to do this for me."

"I am not. I want this for both of us. Yes, we could live together. But I want to be your husband. It will say something about us, that we are one and indivisible." Ann gave that some thought.

"Then yes. David. I want to be Mrs. Ann Cole again. But this time married to the right brother, it's putting the record straight."

How surreal this was. Both of us naked except I had not had time to take my socks off, Ann sitting legs astride on my lap, facing me with my cum running out of her pussy and I offering her a ring. She held out her left hand palm down, and I slipped the ring on her finger. It was just a little on the large size but that was no problem, we could get it sized next week. I suggested that we should have a bath, then get something to eat. That wicked twinkle came to her eye.

"I know what I want to eat, I am going to have sausage, and the great thing about it is that when I have eaten it, it's still there for me to eat again. What are you going to eat?" Could I not know what she was talking about? I slapped her bottom.

"Come on, hussy. Bath, food, then eat." Ann got off me, and we started upstairs. Halfway up she turned to me.

"I liked you slapping my bottom, does that make me kinky?"

"It's a great bum, definitely worthy of the slapping. It probably makes us both kinky."

"Oh goody!"

Ann ran the bath, pouring in some herbal bath essence I had on the side. She got in then scooted forward looking cheekily at me.

"Room for you as well." I had intended to get in with her anyway, so stepped in behind her. Shit! It was scalding. I moved gingerly getting used to the temperature. She laid back against my chest, relaxing into the heat. The only place I could put my hands was of course to cup her breasts. I had to be still and quiet until I could get acclimatised to the heat. No such problem for Ann, like most women she seemed to enjoy temperatures that would boil a lobster.

"I cannot believe all this. This is a dream, I am going to wake up soon. I am relaxing in the bath with the man I have loved seemingly forever. Who has just made love to me better than anything I could possibly envisage, and with whom I shall make love again shortly. And he has just asked me to marry him." She turned slightly to look in my face.

"Tell me it's not a dream, David."

"It's not a dream, my beautiful, adorable Ann. We are writing our story, it's not fiction, it's real." Tears were running down Ann's face. I moved to wipe them away with my hand.

"They are tears of happiness, David."

"Oh, and I thought it was because the water was too hot." She was still at first, then she shook once, then again and again, until at last she was giggling fit to burst. Her shaking had got me smiling, after all it rubbed parts of her body against parts of mine, and that was very pleasant. She managed to speak through the giggles.

"You bugger! You always do that. Make me laugh when I get too sentimental." She turned again.

"Don't ever stop, David. I need laughter as much as I need love." There was a moments quiet. I waited.

"Anyway. I needed to cook the sausage I am going to eat shortly." I pretended to be affronted.

"Shorty? Who are you calling shorty?" Ann immediately leaped to apologise.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean..." Then she felt me laughing.

"Oh you Bugger! It fits me perfectly. So that means it's the best."

We were lying in bed later with entwined arms and legs which slipped together easily, covered as they were with the oleaginous issues from both of us. Ann startled me.

"Your mother will not be pleased. You marrying me."

"No she won't, but she can be as pissed as she likes. She never counted me as important, so what I do will be of little consequence to her."

"But David. She's your mother."

"Biologically yes. But emotionally no. I rarely see her anyway. The one thing she taught me was to expect nothing from her. No support, no encouragement, no guidance, and especially no love. Fine! I lived with that and adapted to suit. I made my own way in life and my own decisions. I still do, so her opinion means as little to me as I did to her." There was little else to say on that subject, but I had another subject that I wanted to bring up.

"I am thinking that I shall sell this place and buy us the home we want to grow old in. What do you think?" There was a moment for thought before Ann replied.

"I like the idea. I can contribute, I can sell my house. There's a huge mortgage on it, but it will release some capital. Where should we go then?"

"Let's have a drive round on Sunday and have a look. I have always wanted to live in the country."

"So have I, but I wouldn't want to have to drive too far to work." She was contemplative for a while.

"I can't contribute too much to the mortgage payments. I am stretched some months as it is." I suspected as such but it didn't worry me.

"Ann, there will be no secrets between us. I am on sixty-five grand a year, plus director's bonus which normally brings in another thirty grand." All I heard was a gasp. 

"I don't expect you to contribute, but I know you will want to. What is the money for if it isn't to buy the life we want, the happiness, the love, the laughter and the content. For some years now I haven't spent all I have earned, well the Inland Revenue spends quite a lot of it. Now I have the reason, the person, you, who makes it all worth while. Let's go and find the place where we can be happy for the rest of our lives, if it's right, the cost will not matter."

Ann raised herself from the bed.

"That makes my measly eighteen grand look puny. I have really hit the jackpot, haven't I?"

"No my love, I am the one who has hit the jackpot, and speaking of that, I think my Jack has started looking for your Pot." Ann chuckled, a very, very dirty chuckle it was, as she looked down. 

"Do you know? I think he is, and my Pot will be very happy to welcome him in." Later in the small hours of the morning, Ann murmured sleepily.

"In the last two weeks, I have been fucked more regularly than at any time in my life. The difference is that I never really wanted sex before. Now I can say that with Mr. David Cole I am open at all times to whatever he wants to do with me, or to me, and I shall be deliriously happy for his attentions." There was a moment of quiet. I knew Ann was going to say something else.

"And if I don't accede to his demands, then he will be welcome to spank my bare bottom."

"I'd rather kiss it." Ann's eyes were sparkling.

"Ooh. Now that sounds deliciously kinky."

We found our home. It was a bungalow built in the late nineteen-twenties in a mock Tudor style. At some time the present owners had had a large bedroom with en-suite bathroom built in the roof space, The dormer windows they had added gave lovely views of the countryside. The most pleasing aspect of the property was that it sat in an acre of land, with a small copse at the far point of the land, and that there was no neighbour within half a mile. More important was the kidney-shaped swimming pool set in the terrace at the back. Ann fell in love with it as soon as she saw it, and I was very impressed too. The price was on the high side, so I made an offer, prepared to give ground if it wasn't accepted. I couldn't believe it when the agent told me the vendors had accepted.

Next we had the marriage ceremony. Obviously both of us being divorced there was no question of a church wedding. I was glad that Ann didn't mind. It was quiet ceremony with just a few people attending. Mainly friends, Ann's sister, my sister, Lizzie and Andie, my daughter who of course had met Ann soon after we got together. I had sent an invitation to my mother not expecting a reply. My expectations were realised. Lizzie told me that it had been put straight into the rubbish bin as soon as mother realised exactly who I was marrying. Lizzie by contrast was very pleased.

"You two should have got together years ago. It was obvious to all of us how you both felt. Dad told me that Ann and Rob would never make it, but it was a surprise to him when it was Ann who cheated."

"So Dad knew that Rob would never be faithful?"

"Oh yes. But Mum got incandescent at the very suggestion that he couldn't keep his vows. So Dad didn't say any more."

Neither of us could take too much time off from work, so we had a few days down in Cornwall. It's a beautiful county with such dramatic scenery, and it was as Ann had commented, more enjoyable when there are two of you. Wherever we went we were holding hands, walking down the high streets of picturesque little harbour towns, or strolling along the coastal paths. Ann would stop us frequently to demand a kiss, and along one totally deserted cliff top discovered a penchant for al-fresco sex. A point that I noted, particularly as our new home was not overlooked and had a swimming pool. I had visions of our skinny-dipping and taking our pleasure in each other in many places other than the bedroom.




From the Past a Present



It was three months later that I got a letter from my mother. She had sent it by way of her solicitor with a copy of her new will. It was brief and to the point. As I had married 'That Slut' She would no longer consider me her son. The copy will was to make the point. I was not mentioned in it. I would have written back saying that her actions years ago had alienated me, but Ann persuaded me not to.

"David, ignoring her is the best thing you can do." It was a bright sunny Saturday and Ann took my mind completely away from my mother's letter, when she walked outside, took all her clothes off and dived into the pool. She surfaced, shook the wet away from her face, and then with the most seductive smile asked.

"Well, are you going to join me then?" I stripped in record time, ran out and dived. Cold water or no, the sight of Ann swimming underwater got my interest, as we surfaced Ann was laughing.

"I see you have your periscope up!"

*CHAPTER EIGHT Requiem*

That was all thirty years ago. Ann died two weeks ago and I cannot summon up the courage to go on living. It was Cancer, diagnosed ten months before. Ann went through the hell of chemotherapy to no avail. She accepted her fate, but I could not, constantly searching for clinics anywhere who could offer a cure. It was impossible. Towards the end she was offered a place in a Hospice where they could make her comfortable for her last weeks, but she refused to go. 

"David I have slept with you for the last thirty years and woken up in your arms. If you will allow me, I want to do that for as long as I live." She did sleep in my arms, every night and woke in my arms every morning, until that morning I woke to find Ann cold in my embrace. My world had ended.

That was two weeks ago, and I still wake up every morning and upon realising that I have lost Ann break down in tears. The fates who gave us the chance to be together have now asked me to pay the account. I decided that I don't have the courage without Ann to accept this pain, so I shall be making my plans.

That was a week ago, and this morning our solicitor called. I was surprised to see him as Ann's will was very straightforward. Apart from bequests of her jewellery to Andie, who she thought of as a daughter. Everything else was a left to me. He had a letter though.

"Your wife asked me to pass this on to you three weeks after her funeral." I was flummoxed. Ann had written me a letter. She could have said anything to me in the last weeks.

I placed the letter on the bookcase, where it stayed for three days. I wasn't sure that I wanted to read it. Eventually I did.

My Dearest Darling David.

I am so sorry that I have to leave you, even the years we have spent together are not enough for me to show you how much I love you. But being selfish it was better for me to go before you, as I know I could not have lived without you by my side. You always had more courage than I. 

I treasured the life we had, I didn't deserve it, but somehow, someone, somewhere decided that I should be with you. You will never know how much happiness you gave me in every way. From the first moment I tripped over you in the Market Square you changed my mundane life. You brought me laughter, tenderness, caring and love in every way and on every day. Didn't we have fun together? No, David I am not talking just about the sex. This is about everything that we did. The travelling we did, the meals we ate, and the simplest things like cooking, washing the dishes, making the bed, which mostly had to be done twice as you got very amorous at times. An activity in which I joined with enthusiasm. Oh, we are back to the sex aren't we? That deserves a new paragraph.

Before I met you, sex was always violent. I didn't enjoy nor want it. Now I know you are going to say that my puerile attempts at humour were always sexually centred. Well so they were, but in a misguided attempt to show everyone that I was a woman of this world. It wasn't until you showed me what making love was all about that I became a woman emotionally as well as physically. I was apprehensive the first time we went to bed. How stupid of me! You were so gentle and caring, my fears vanished as you touched me so lovingly. You didn't just take me, you took me on a journey to Nirvana. David you turned me into a sex maniac, but a sex maniac for just one person, you! All the different things we tried, I was as eager as you my darling. By that time I was never worried as there was this mantra running through my head constantly, it said 'David will never hurt me', and you didn't. The most special moment was when you took my back passage. It was special as you and I did that for our first times together. You were so worried about hurting me, but I wasn't, you see the mantra was playing 'David will never hurt me'. You didn't hurt me, and I loved it. You filled me as never before, although I have to say that I still preferred you in my pussy. If there is one memory I treasure (although I treasure all of them) it was that hot night when neither of us could sleep. We went out to the pool, naked and swam to cool down. I can't remember what I said to you, something cheeky I suppose, but you threatened to smack my bottom. There we were. You, stark naked and wet, chasing your wife also stark naked and wet, around the garden. You caught me as I intended then had me on the grass. David, it was so deliciously abandoned! I had grass stains on my bum after, and for days I tried not to wash them off. For me they were a badge of honour.

Now David. If you are contemplating doing anything silly, stop right now. You must live your natural span, please David. Neither of us was religious, but I know from our talks (oh, how enjoyable were those long conversations?) that we both believe there is another life. When you read this I will be there already, and I will be waiting for you. At the appropriate time you will come to me. I shall know you are coming, and I will run and throw myself in your arms again, but this time it will be forever. Oh and David, I will not be wearing any panties.

Your loving wife, and ever eager receptacle.

Ann

Tears came as I read and re-read her letter. How typical of Ann. She writes a tender letter, yet cannot resist slipping in the wisecracks. But then nor could I. We were perfect for each other. I would live the rest of my natural life, it would be harsh without her but I would manage. When we meet again as I know we will, she had better not be wearing panties, else she will get her bottom spanked.

*THE END*