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Those Days of...Ch. 31-35

By: TonyDowse





Those Days of...Ch. 31-35



As Mike got to that point I felt Helen's hand reach for mine and pull it down beneath her skirt and up between her legs - her panties were literally soaking wet and as I felt for and then slipped my fingers into the cleft between her swollen pussy-lips I heard her give a sharp gasp of pleasure. Her hand covered mine, guiding it to the hard nub above her slit, rhythmically pressing it against herself as Mike continued his description.

'I knelt behind her and slipped my cock into her and even though she was almost sopping from what Freda had done to her she was still amazingly tight and the sensations it triggered for me were so fantastic that it took all my self control to stop myself from simply slamming into her hard and fast. Instead I tried to pace myself the way they did with each other - watching the changing expression on Freda's face as Tracy took her closer and closer to her release, feeling the strength of Tracy's reactions to the feel of my cock building slowly - and at the same time of course, savouring the thrills I was getting.

Even so it was me that came first, it just came out of nowhere and there was no way I could stop it - but the feel of it pumping into her must have triggered Tracy's because although she continued avidly sucking Freda's pussy I heard her muffled grunts of pleasure blending with my own as I fired the last of my semen into her - and a few seconds later, Freda joined in with her own, much more constrained but obviously equally pleasurable orgasm.'

just then I felt Helen's pelvis give a series of jerks as she gripped my fingers even tighter against herself and let out a sharp but almost imperceptible grunt, then sighed and relaxed a little. I was amazed but also pleased that she'd been able to give herself an orgasm, albeit a small one, without even disturbing Mike's telling of his story. Although I'm sure Barbara had noticed what had happened I'm equally certain that Mike hadn't - or if he had he gave no sign of it, just continued on.

'I knew if I stayed any longer I'd never be able to get to work on time the next morning, as it was I felt so utterly drained that I was sure I'd need twenty-four hours sleep the following night to recover. So, once we'd all untangled ourselves I kissed them both and said I'd have to get dressed and leave. They understood and I think they were glad in a way, I feel sure their plans didn't include having a bristly male around them first thing in the morning.

But, just as I was leaving, Tracy gave me two pairs of panties, one of hers and a more lacy pair, that I presumed were Freda's. When she saw my puzzled look she said. 'For your aerial.' And when I still looked at her quite blankly she explained that a friend of theirs had told them that if they got one of the Rangers to fuck them they had to give him a pair of panties, which he then fixed to the top of the radio aerial, to prove to his mates that he'd scored.

After I'd opened the gates and the office the following morning I put both pairs up - and though the Head Ranger of course made me take them off again, he left it until late enough for several of the guys to have seen them, including Pat - and although he wasn't particularly happy about it, he grinned as he shook my hand and welcomed me as a fully-fledged Ranger.

'So how come you didn't ask me for mine Mike?' Barbara asked.

That time I was sure he blushed and his answer, when it came was in a much quieter, more serious tone of voice.

'It wasn't like that with you - in spite of the strange circumstances that first time. Even then I didn't want you to be in the same category as the others had been. Somehow I knew it was different with you, that you were going to be special, very special.'

'Oh Mike, what a lovely thing to say.' Barbara whispered up at him, then turned and hugged him to herself.

Then, she just as suddenly let go of him and in a tone of mock indignation, said. 'Others! It sounds as though there's a traffic jam of women queuing up around the park, waiting their turn to get screwed.'

But as Mike laughed at her outburst she grinned and then added. 'Seriously though, are there many women around like that?'

'Not that many Barbara. I was lucky if you like, to be initiated in such a spectacular way I mean. Other than the guy I told you about, the one that was sort of kidnapped, nobody else had been propositioned by two women at once. But during a year there are quite a few women that come down, some just the once, others more often - I think there must be a bit of a grape-vine operating in the suburban areas around the park.'

Looking across at me Mike added. 'It always amazes me how women talk to each other about the most intimate things. I mean this is the first time I've ever told anyone the details of what happened with Tracy and Freda, men don't do that do they Roger.'

'No we don't.' I agreed. 'It's something that fascinated me when I first got to know Helen and even more so when I met Barbara. I'd never struck it before but with these two, the more detail the better.'

'So I've found out too. But it must be pretty common, some of the women that come around can tell you exactly what happened to a friend of theirs, blow by blow - or should I say stroke by stroke. I'm sure if you asked them they could give the precise size of each Ranger's cock, his favourite position, staying power in minutes and seconds and probably how many pubic hairs each one has.'

Which broke us all up of course and it was several minutes before Barbara was able to ask what she had started out to really find out.

'O.K. - very funny. But exactly how many women have you had, either those that have propositioned you, or that you have 'cajoled and persuaded' - to use your own words?'

'Other than Tracy and Freda? just two.' He answered immediately. 'Then I met jean, thought she was going to be special and avoided or ducked any other opportunities that came along - that is until you did, of course.' he said with a broad grin - and which earned him a sharp dig in the ribs from Barbara's elbow.

Suddenly it was Helen speaking up. 'Two more! Tell us Mike, it's exciting hearing about what happens.' she said enthusiastically - and as Barbara joined in by saying - 'Yes, please do Mike, I was only kidding.' - he really had very little choice but to continue.

'There's not much to tell about the next one, she turned out to be a friend of Tracy and Freda, they told her about what they had got up to and she came looking for me. She was quite pretty, in a fluffy kind of way - to look at her you'd never have picked her as someone after a quick, casual fuck - but that's all she wanted.

After we'd finished and I asked her what had brought her to the park she told me she knew the other two girls - and that this was just the kind of sex she preferred, that she was always looking for new places to bump into men that she could have it off with, just the once. She didn't want to be involved in a relationship you see - just needed the sex.

To tell you the truth I don't think she even mentioned her name, if she did I certainly don't remember it.'

'That's a disappointing sort of a story. What about the other one Mike?' Helen asked.

'Ah, the other one! Margaret. Well, if you like sexy stories this one should really curl your toes up.'

'Oh good!' Helen and Barbara exclaimed in one voice, then giving him their full attention.

'Where to start? Well for one thing, Margaret was married and had two kids, a boy eight and a girl a bit under six years old - so by then they were both going to school, which is what gave her the time to go looking for what she was after. But I don't honestly think she was actually looking when I met her the first time, not consciously anyway.

She'd got a flat tyre, that's how I met her, found her stuck and looking pathetically helpless on the road nearest the big shopping centre - a lot of people use that bit as a short cut during the day, to avoid the traffic. Anyway, naturally I stopped to help her and as she'd run off the road when the tyre went and I had a bit of trouble making the jack secure in the soft grass, it took me longer than usual to fix it for her.

She was very grateful, offered to pay me something, which of course I refused and frankly I forgot all about the incident and quite honestly, I'd been so concerned about getting her car under way again that I hadn't even taken too much notice of her.

So, when a few days later, while I was checking some signs that had been damaged along the same stretch of road this woman stopped and came towards me, I didn't even recognise her and when she gave me a small parcel, nicely gift-wrapped, I thought she must have mistaken me for someone else. It was only when she said it was a small 'thank-you' for helping her with her tyre that I suddenly remembered what had happened and realised who she was.

I was quite touched, we don't often get any thanks for what we do and I suppose being fairly new to the service then I was even more pleased by her thoughtfulness. She told me not to open it until later, again said 'thank-you', went back to her car and drove off.

It was a bottle of very expensive after-shave and I don't mind admitting I was impressed, I'd never had that sort of gift from a woman - and this was total stranger. I sat in the vehicle and thought about her for a while, wondering if the present was just what she said it was, a 'thank-you' for a kindness, or whether it was an indication of some other, deeper interest.

The day had been wet and she'd had a light rain-coat on so I had no idea what the rest of her really looked like - but I recalled her face and the bright, attractive smile she'd given me as she handed me the present. As I pictured her I remembered I had been struck by the unusual colour of her eyes, I couldn't decide whether they were a very light hazel, or grey, flecked with green - certainly they were fascinating. Her hair was fair, not truly blonde but quite thick and cut to hang just above her shoulders. She had a generous mouth and that nice smile. And that was about all I could be sure of.

I had no idea where she had come from, nor whether I would ever see her again.

As it turned out it was in fact a few weeks before I did, I later found out that she had been uneasy about returning to the park, she couldn't understand the feelings she had experienced - until then she had been a totally faithful wife and a loving mother. On top of all that, I was quite a few years younger than she was - and yet she said she had, during those two, relatively brief meetings experienced many, many strange feelings, some of which she didn't like admitting even to herself.

Since then I've read a few books and understand a bit more about the kinds of sexual fantasies people have and that women don't just dream of some romantic interlude, they can imagine having actual sexual encounters just as easily as a man and that often the images they create are even more graphic. I think that's what happened to Margaret, with the children off her hands during the day, with more time to herself, she began to have these fantasies - and after that chance meeting with me, I started playing a role in them - and then she became obsessed with actually experiencing some of them. Maybe she had also reached that stage in her marriage where she needed to prove to herself that she was still an attractive woman.

Whatever the reasons, the next time I saw her she was sitting at a table at one of the picnic sites, as she told me later, she'd spent several hours there on a number of occasions, hoping I'd come along. Because I had been thinking about her, wondering about the motivation behind the gift, I had been keeping an eye out for her car and when I spotted it I turned into the parking area and pulled up alongside. There was a flask on the table in front of her and she waved, said hello and asked me if I'd like a coffee. I smiled, said I would and sat down opposite her.

Her eyes were almost mesmerising, I saw that they were grey-green but was to find out later that they actually changed colour, depending on her mood and her level of sexual arousal too. She poured me a coffee and we chatted for a while, about the weather, the park, my job, just general chat - then a bit later she said. 'You're not wearing the after-shave.'

I said I thought it was too good to wear every day, I was keeping it for special occasions - to which she answered.

'For when you go out with your girl-friend?'

I told her that I didn't have a particular girl-friend just then. She made some comment about that being hard to believe but that she hoped I'd wear the after-shave for her one day, so she could see how it actually smelled on me - and I said I'd do that, if I knew when she'd next be in the park.

So in a round about kind of way we made a date to meet at the same place a couple of days later, on a day when I knew I'd have some free time - just in case. We chatted for a while longer but I could tell she was getting nervous, her eyes were jumping all over the place and when we'd finished our coffee she suddenly said she'd have to go.

The change in mood had been so sudden I wondered of she'd actually meet me but on the day we had agreed to I splashed some of her after-shave on before I drove round to the picnic site - again, just in case.

When I drove in she wasn't there and although I felt sure she wouldn't turn up I was proved wrong, about ten minutes later she arrived and apologised for having been held up, I asked her if she'd like to walk a little and we set off along one of the easier tracks.

We'd walked in silence for a while and when I said she hadn't commented on the after-shave she stopped and turned, her eyes staring deep into mine as we stood there, then she came closer and as she stretched up to take a sniff, I slipped my arms around her and kissed her.

It was though I'd flicked a switch, she went crazy! She flung her arms around me, holding me so tightly that I nearly couldn't breathe, kissed me hard and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands had slipped down to cup her bottom and I felt her buttocks flexing beneath my fingers as she ground herself up against me.

Her response was so powerful that it triggered an almost instantaneous reaction from my cock - and she was pressing herself so tight up against me that she didn't miss that.

'Fuck me! Please fuck me hard!' she hissed as she gasped for breath.

'Here? Now?' I asked, frantically looking around for somewhere for her to lie down.

'Yes, here - and right now Mike!' she answered as she let go of me, fumbled with my zip and then said - 'You do it.' - as she unzipped and took off her slacks.

Underneath she had on a pair of white, lacy, bikini briefs but it was all happening so fast I didn't really have any time to see anything more than that and then the fair, crinkly hairs covering her mound as she lay down just where we were, shoving the roughly folded slacks under her bottom and told me to hurry up.

God she was hot! Took me as though it was her first and last time - digging her finger-nails into my bottom and urging me on faster and faster. After I'd come she hung on to me, holding me inside her pussy and thrusting herself up at me until she'd brought on her own climax - and even after that she still gripped me tight, arching herself up at me, keeping us firmly locked together.

A little later, when we'd cooled off a bit, we put our things back on and walked together - she was very quiet, preoccupied with her own thoughts and as I was still in a bit of a daze from the intensity of her passion I wasn't in the mood to say very much either. We had our arms around each other's waists but every now and then she'd let her hand slip down over my bum, squeezing me and after the second or third time she did that I pulled her closer, slid my hand up under the jumper she was wearing and cupped and squeezed her breast. I could tell from the way she leaned into me that she liked that so I left my hand there, her bra was lacy, like the briefs I'd caught a glimpse of and although her breast wasn't over-large it was full and still nice and firm.

We must have walked like that for another fifteen minutes or so, her hand squeezing my bum, mine fondling her breast and neither of us saying a word to each other. I didn't know what thoughts she was having but I was trying to think of a place where we could do it again, in more comfort, so I could see her properly - cursing the fact that I hadn't suggested we go for a drive, when we could have used the back seat of the rangers' vehicle.

It was as though she'd read my thoughts. She suddenly stopped, looked up at me and said. 'That was exciting - but it wasn't enough, was it?'

'Not really Margaret - it was a bit quick and couldn't have been very comfortable for you.'

'I didn't mind that so much - but it would have been nice to have been able to do more.' She paused and then, as though speaking to herself, added. 'After all there's so much more to try.' Again she paused, staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts, then looked back up into my eyes and said. 'Would you let me suck your cock?'

I was bewildered by the suddenness of the question - but stammered out - 'Yes of course!' - thinking she meant the next time we met - but she didn't, again she meant right then and there. And that's what she did, just dropped to her knees in the middle of the track, unzipped my shorts, got my cock and balls out and though it seemed obvious she had never done that before and I'd had little time to recover, she didn't have any trouble in actually sucking me off.'

'Obviously a smart woman.' Helen whispered quietly so as not to disturb Mike as he continued his story. 'She knew that the best way to a man's heart is in fact through his cock!'

'When she'd swallowed everything I had to give her she grinned up at me, licking the excess from around her lips and said. 'I told you there was more. That was nice too - I've always thought it would be. Would you do the same for me sometime?'

I was still trying to catch my breath - again everything was happening too quickly for me to keep up with her - but I answered - 'Yes, of course I will, right now if you like.'

'Not just now Mike. Knowing you'll do it for me will give me something to look forward to - something else I should say. But we'll have to find a better place to meet.'

Chapter 32

Margaret's Stranger Needs

Although the shadows had deepened as the fire burnt lower and I had my eyes fixed on Mike's face as he told his story my attention was suddenly caught by a movement and glancing lower, I saw that Barbara's hand had slipped down over his thigh and though because of the angle they were sitting at I couldn't really see, I felt sure she was fondling his cock. His story had already started to get me excited again and as I imagined what Barbara was doing for him and I remembered how her skilful fingers felt, my cock surged even more strongly.

Whether Helen spotted what Barbara was doing to him or it was just that she realised that the images Mike's story triggered for me must have got me going I don't know - but a short while later her hand slipped down into my crotch and found the thick hardness of me, gently squeezing it encouragingly as Mike continued his story.

'We used motels for a while, she arranged everything and we met when I had a day off during the week. The first time was pretty normal - oh, she was just as eager as she had been in the park, she'd got there before me, had already stripped and hardly gave me time to close the door behind myself before she was in my arms, thrusting her body at me. Then after we'd fucked she reminded me of my promise and I went down on her, quickly giving her a second climax before she gave me a chance to relax and take a proper look at her.




Those Days of...Ch. 31-35



She had a nice figure, having had two kids it wasn't as firm as a younger woman's but it had a ripeness about it that was somehow even sexier than a trim, lean body and I got almost as much pleasure from caressing her as she did from feeling me exploring her. She loved that - having my hands wander all over her I mean. I learned later that she'd been a virgin when she married and as her husband was pretty conservative and not very imaginative, their sex life had really only ever consisted of fucking in the missionary position. For some reason he wasn't even very keen on fondling or kissing her breasts - and any other part of her was definitely out. So when she found I wasn't just prepared to go down on her but was also quite happy to caress and lick every other part of her body she was ecstatic.

And so was I when she returned the favour!

Once we'd started there was no stopping her, she wanted to try everything, every position we could think of - and I quickly discovered which were her favourites. She loved getting on top of me, she'd sit there, my cock jammed hard up inside her, getting herself off by just rocking backwards and forwards and then giving herself a second as she rode me to mine. But she also liked me taking her from behind while she kneeled down on the floor or up on the edge of the bed and discovered that could be even better after I suggested she rub her clit while I stroked in and out of her.

The next time we met, after we'd both come and were lying there, slowly fondling each other, she asked me if I'd ever fucked a girl from the rear - 'I mean up the bottom.' - she said.'

I felt Helen's grip of my cock tighten as Mike told us what Margaret had said - presumably she was remembering one or other of her own reactions to me fucking her that way and as her fingers kneaded me and I recalled just how powerfully exciting the tightness of her arse was for me too, my cock responded vigorously. But though I would have loved to have had the opportunity to actually do something about the mounting pressure inside me, Mike continued with his story.

'I said I hadn't and she answered - 'Well we'll just have to teach ourselves then.' And though it wasn't easy and I thought I was going to be just too big for her, with the help of some cream she'd brought with her, we eventually made it. The next time she wanted to try something different again, in the shower, the first time with her leaning back against the wall, later, up her arse again.

The time after that turned out to be during her period and though I said that was probably a good time to repeat the rear entry position, she had other ideas, said she wanted to watch me get myself off, or as she said - 'I'd love to watch you wanking yourself, actually see the jism shooting out of it.' So she sat in a chair and began to play with herself as I got my cock hard, then we watched each other working ourselves up to a climax. She came before I did that time and after she had, she crawled over and squatted in front of me, never once taking her eyes off my cock until she'd seen me come too, staring unblinkingly as the semen pumped up over my stomach. Then she not only sucked my cock clean but also licked up every single drop that had shot out.

She always got excited when she watched my cock get hard and loved doing it to me. No matter how exhausting a session we'd had, she'd spend ages just fondling me and when she felt the first sign of life returning to it she'd squeal with pleasure and then either kneel between my knees or crouch over me as she worked me up to a another full erection.'

I was amazed at how calmly Mike was able to keep on with his story, Barbara's hand, like Helen's, hadn't shifted from between his thighs and though she, like Helen hadn't actually freed it from his shorts, she clearly hadn't been simply resting it idly there. But in spite of whatever she was doing, perhaps because the memories he was recalling were even more powerful, he managed to keep going.

'The next few times we met in the park again, she'd meet me at the picnic site and she'd get me to drive us in her car to somewhere new. But once we were together it was my cock she was after. As I said, she loved getting me hard - whether we were walking or driving - she'd unzip and go to work on me until it was poking stiffly up through the fly, then just look at it, keeping it hard by brushing her hand over it from time to time. just doing that turned her on so much that by the time we'd got to wherever we were going her pussy was so hot and wet that she'd get a small climax just from the feel of me slipping into it.

But then things started to get a bit strange. We'd arranged to meet at the picnic site as usual on my mid-week day off but when she arrived she didn't ask me to drive as she usually did, just opened the passenger door and indicated I should get in. She drove off and though I could tell we were leaving the park, as she hadn't said a word I kept quiet too, waiting for some clue as to what she had in mind for us and it was only after we'd got out into the regular traffic that she told me she was taking us back to her home.

I felt uneasy about that, distinctly nervous in fact - but it was she that was taking the risk, not me and I had to assume she knew what she was doing - and why she was doing it, so I said nothing, continued to sit quietly beside her as we headed further away from the park.

It was an ordinary suburban house, nothing special to look at, with an obviously well cared for garden. The garage doors had been left open and she drove straight in then took me through a door that opened into the kitchen, so the risk of neighbours seeing me arrive was quite small. Once inside I sensed Margaret was nervous too but in her case it seemed more from anticipation of whatever it was she had in mind for us than from the risks involved in having me there.

She poured me a beer and as she handed it to me she said.

'I'm going to undress you, then I'll show you around. O.K.?' I smiled and nodded and let her get on with it. She wasn't satisfied with just stripping me though, as usual she wanted my cock hard too, so while I drank the beer she kneeled in front of me and sucked me to a full erection. Having done that she grinned up at me and said. 'There, you know that's how I like to see you. I've imagined having you here, looking just like that, so many times now. You'd be surprised how often you've been wandering around this house, in my mind I mean.' Adding with a chuckle. 'Those thoughts have brightened up many a morning of housework for me - and it will be even better next time, being able to remember having had the real you here.'

Then she gave me a quick tour of the house, ending up in the main bed-room of course, where we spent the next few hours, breaking off from time to time to get a snack or something to drink but other than that doing little more than fuck or take turns in re-arousing each other. She seemed inexhaustible and her enthusiasm tapped wells of energy I didn't know I had.

Eventually we wore each other out and while I went for a shower she headed for the kitchen, to get us something more substantial to eat - and then while we were having it, quite out of the blue, she asked me if I'd ever made love to a woman while she was tied up. I said I hadn't and she asked if I found the idea exciting. I'd heard about B & D of course but it wasn't something that had ever appealed to me, the thought of kinky gear, whips and stuff just didn't turn me on. But sitting there opposite Margaret - trying to imagine her tied down to the bed, unable to move, while I did whatever I fancied to her, was a thought that I found strangely stimulating.

She must have seen from the look on my face that at least I wasn't put off by the idea because after a minute or two's silence she said. 'We could try that next time, I think it'd be exciting - I'm sure it would be for me. Could you get some cord or rope, nothing too rough though, I don't want too many awkward questions to answer.'

When we'd finished eating she drove me back to where I'd left my car and as we were saying good-bye and arranging our next meeting she said. 'And don't forget to bring some rope with you Mike.'

'We're obviously not the only ones who can get turned-on by being tied-up Mum.' Barbara said as Mike stopped to take a drink. 'Are you remembering what I am?' She added, obviously referring to what I had done to them.

'Yes darling. Though I'm not sure I fancy the idea of rope very much - that's starting to sound a bit too heavy for my liking.'

'Oh, I think it sounds exciting - depending on what actually happened next, I might just ask Mike to give me a demonstration sometime. So, tell us more.' she urged, giving what she had her hand around an encouraging squeeze as she grinned up at him.

'Well, I found myself spending a lot of time thinking about what she'd suggested - how I could actually go about doing it and what I could use - then remembered our rescue gear. We have a stack of stuff, winches, ropes, slings, those kinds of things, for emergency rescues of people, rock climbers, over ambitious walkers and people who just don't look where they are going and end up falling down gullies. Having worked out what I'd thought I'd need I borrowed them from our store the day before Margaret and I were to meet and that evening re-rigged the gear in a more useable way. I even cleaned up an old sleeping-bag cover to use as a hood - making sure that although she wouldn't be able to see anything through it, she'd still be able to breathe.'

'Black velvet!' Barbara broke in. 'Black velvet would be much better than an old, smelly sleeping bag cover.'

'I doubt Mike had any pieces of unused black velvet lying around his place Barbara, just let him tell his story - I'm getting interested.'

'And I'm getting excited - again, sorry Mike, take no notice of me.'

'Considering what your fingers have been doing that's a bit hard for me to do Barbara - but don't stop, I'll manage somehow.' he said with a grin as he pulled her closer.

'So, where was I? Oh, yes - well, I'll admit that the thought of actually doing what I was planning to started to turn me on, the thought of having her lying there, bound-up, helpless to resist whatever I wanted to do to her gave me a raging erection. Funny really - I mean it was her idea, what she wanted, she'd never resisted anything, in fact she'd initiated just about everything we'd done - but picturing her like that still had a powerfully arousing effect. So much so that my cock was still throbbing painfully when I went to bed and as the pictures refused to go away, had to jack myself off so I could relax enough to get to sleep.'

'You can be sure you won't have to do that any more.' Barbara said in a quiet voice. But, although he gave a small smile, Mike ignored her comment and continued.

'The following morning, as I had decided it would be less risky doing it out of doors than at her house, there were several things to do before Margaret got there and I got to our meeting place long before she was due to arrive. First off I unbolted one of the picnic benches from the concrete they were mounted on and although it weighed a hell of a lot more than I thought it would I managed to drag and carry it off to a nearby, well shielded clearing, then set the legs into four shallow holes and made sure it was anchored firmly. Returning to the vehicle I sorted out the stuff I had rigged the previous evening and took most of it back to the clearing, fixing adjustable lengths of rope to the legs then covering the bench itself with some pieces of foam rubber and finally, spread a beach towel over them.

I checked everything was set, then returned to the picnic area to wait for Margaret. It wasn't long before I heard her car and a minute or so later she pulled up alongside my vehicle. Keeping the stuff I was carrying behind my back, I walked around her car and as she was getting out I slipped the hood over her head, pulled her arms around behind her and fitted the rope-connected shackles around her wrists, quickly tightening the bolts and in effect, handcuffing her.

She didn't make a sound but I sensed her tension - which I felt sure was from excitement, not fear. I didn't say anything either, just shut her car door, then led her off down the track that took us to the clearing.

Because her arms were shackled behind her back I couldn't get her blouse off at that stage so worked my way upwards - and having got her naked from the waist down, stood her with her back to one end of the bench and spread her legs astride it. As I'd tugged her panties down and again as I moved her I'd caught the distinctive scent of her sex and that and the submissive way she'd let me do everything to that stage confirmed the thoughts I'd had about her getting really turned on by the situation. So, feeling more confident that what I was doing was what she actually wanted I pressed on, unshackling her hands so I could get her blouse and bra off then edging her backwards along the bench, then eased her down on to it, making sure her bottom was on an extra thick piece of foam

Having re-shackled her arms to ropes I'd fixed to the legs of the bench, so they were held down on either side of it, I slipped a piece of rope up over her throat, leaving it loose enough for her to move her head about but snug enough to stop her from trying to sit up, then moved down to fix her legs. Because I wanted her immobilised but still able to actively respond I'd given a fair bit of thought as to how to go about doing that and instead of simply shackling them to the other legs of the bench had worked out a system that held her feet tight but let her bend and spread her legs.

It worked - and a few minutes later I stood back and looked down at her, naked and completely defenceless, her bent legs spread wide apart, her pink-lipped pussy glistening in the sunlight.'

'Oh I like the sound of that.' Barbara said in an under-tone. 'I'm sure I'd make a very good subject sometime too.'

'I'm sure you would Barbara - and especially if you had a black velvet hood on.'

She missed the teasing note in his voice and answered almost breathlessly. 'Oh yes, that would be lovely Mike. If I make one you will do it this way for me sometime won't you?'

'Of course I will.'

'Very touching.' Helen said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 'Could the rest of us hear what actually happened please. I've got a man here with an erection that's likely to get out of control soon.' She said, her fingers tightening around the hard mass between my legs.

'I'm sorry Helen, Roger. Barbara can be very distracting.'

'You don't have to tell me that Mike - but although Helen's right about my reaction to what you've been telling us, don't worry too much - they've put me through worse trials before.'

'When was that?' They both answered in unison.

'Don't worry about it - carry on Mike.' I said, knowing that with my unjustified innuendo I'd quickly diverted the girls' attention. He smiled back at me and carried on as though nothing had broken his train of thought.

'I'd been so busy I hadn't had a chance to appreciate what was happening to me but as I stood there looking down at her I realised that I'd already developed a massive erection and that my shorts were making it positively uncomfortable, so I stripped off. But although I could have simply fucked her right then, I still had a couple of pieces of rope to use. One went across her, just beneath her breasts and apart from lifting them I hoped the feel of the rough texture of it would heighten her pleasures even more. The other, shorter piece I held on to as I stood beside the bench, enjoying the sight of her and, I hoped, increasing her tension by simply doing nothing - giving her imagination more time to work.

After a minute or two I saw her responding to whatever was going on inside her head - muscles twitched spasmodically and her breathing became shorter - but other than that she didn't make a sound. But when I leaned down and gently slid the piece of rope I was holding over and down between her breasts then just grazed her already stiffly jutting nipples with it, she finally broke. At the first touch she gave a shuddering gasp which turned to deeper, more wanton groans, and they became even stronger when I pressed it more firmly down against the sensitive flesh.

Then moving around beside her, I slowly trailed the frayed end it down across her stomach and thighs, watching her body spasm and arch higher, hearing her groans turn to shorter, sharper grunts of pleasure as finally I began to tease her pussy with it. I could see just how wet she'd got, the drops of moisture sparkling on the fibres as I twirled the rope around.'

As he'd described the scene I realised from the way Helen's hands gripped me even more tightly that she was becoming re-aroused by imagining herself on the receiving end of what he had done - and don't mind admitting that the thought of having her body stretched out below me like that was making my long-standing erection painfully hard. We were each so engrossed in our own thoughts that nobody said a word and Mike continued.

'By that stage I was near bursting point myself, the anticipation during the preparations, then actually doing what I had to her and watching her excitement mounting as I'd done it, had all combined to raise the pressure inside me to almost unbearable levels. I was sure I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer, and that the fire inside me could only be quenched by ramming my cock hard up into her hot, wet pussy.

But, when I got up on the bench, knelt between her legs and looked down at her I saw her clit poking out through the damp pubic hair. It was bright pink and very stiff, looking just like a miniature, much prettier version of my own flaming-red cock. I guessed from the size of it that it too must have become incredibly sensitive, tried to imagine the electrifying sensations it was capable of giving Margaret - and decided I'd have to control myself for just a little longer.

So, taking a firm hold of myself I began to gently move my cock-head up and down between the pouting lips of her pussy and wiping it up across the protruding knob - that finally forced a loud shriek from her which would have been even more piercing if it hadn't been muffled by the hood covering her head.

I continued stroking, somehow managing to hold down the mounting waves inside myself, waves of need that were being whipped even higher by the feel of her pussy-lips slipping over my red-hot cock-head, until she climaxed. Its onset was both sudden and violent, her body heaved upwards, straining against the ropes and making them cut deep into her skin. Then her body was wracked by a series of rolling spasms that were far stronger than any I'd seen her experience before, her cries making it clear she was experiencing something very close to sheer ecstasy.

I flicked her clit another half a dozen times, then while the force of her climax kept her body arched high up off the bench, I slipped my cock between her still pulsating pussy-lips and with a single shove, drove deep inside her. The feeling was sublime, quite indescribable! Her cunt was so slippery, so wide open - yet as I forced myself deeper into her and the contractions from her climax continued, I felt my cock being gripped and squeezed by the warm wetness of its lining.

My cock felt enormous, I'd got so excited that I was sure it was much bigger than usual, and to Margaret, especially in that position, it must have felt as though she was being split apart by it.

Leaning forward and putting my hands on the bench on either side of her head for support, I lifted myself above her, knowing that at that angle the shaft of my cock would also be rubbing against her protruding clit as I powered deeply in and out of her pussy. The effect was even stronger than I thought it would be - her cries had turned to gasping sobs as the initial force of her climax had started to taper off but as I changed position and began to thrust they grew louder and shriller again - and as they did, the rhythmic contractions inside her re-intensified, gripping me even tighter.




Those Days of...Ch. 31-35



When I finally exploded it was with enormous force, I unloaded into her again and again and again. It seemed to be never-ending and when I was finally finished I felt sure I'd been drained of every single drop of fluid in my body. But somehow, in spite of that my cock stayed rigid, even when I pulled it back out of her. It was covered from end to the other with a whipped-up mixture of our juices, the veins knotted, the head like a dark purple balloon, the whole thing still throbbing and jerking .'

Again I felt Helen's fingers gripping me even harder and saw that her other hand was once more clenched tightly up between her own thighs and at the same time heard Barbara whispering to herself. 'Oh, I can imagine it!' But Mike was so engrossed in his own recollections that he seemed to miss seeing or hearing how we were reacting to the pictures he was creating for us.

'A thought suddenly struck me, a thought which made it jerk even higher - as I imagined the feel of her tongue and mouth, licking me clean!

I got up and moved to the end of the bench - I'd fucked her so forcefully that I'd already pushed her almost to the far end of it and as there was still some slack left in the ropes I was able to pull her a little further along until, with her neck supported by the edge, her head hung down over the end. When I undid the rope across her throat then took the hood off and she squinted up at me all she would have really been able to see clearly was my cock immediately above her and then, bending my legs a little, I wiped it over her face. She immediately understood what I was going to go and gave a small moan of renewed pleasure before using her tongue to lick all the way along the under-side of it - and then opened her mouth as wide as she could for me.  

Having fucked her pussy I then fucked her mouth and throat - it was just as sensational!

My cock-head was still so massively swollen that I felt her teeth grazing it, sending shock-like sensations back through me as I slowly pushed it between her lips - but she somehow managed to stretch her jaws a fraction wider and from there on it was simply heaven. Her lips gripping me the way her cunt had and her suctioning mouth and throat providing even more powerful sensations. In no time at all I felt my balls tightening yet again and though I couldn't believe there was anything left in them, a couple of minutes later I shot several more searing loads into her.

That really finished me - but she kept hold of me for a long time, siphoning out the final drops, then gently sucking on my cock as it rapidly shrank back to normal size and finally, when it slipped out from between her eager lips, even tried licking my balls.

I was so exhausted and my hands were shaking so much I had trouble undoing the knots that held her down and when I did manage to slip the ropes off her I saw that although no skin was broken, she had strained so hard against them that they had left bright red welts round her wrists and ankles and even deeper ones under and around her breasts. But even seeing those didn't stop her grinning from ear to ear and when I'd undone the last knot she got up and flung herself at me, clung to me, saying how wonderful it had been, that it had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her - she either didn't think or didn't care about what problems they might cause if her husband saw them.'

'God! Neither would I!' Barbara grunted.

Helen didn't say a word - she acted! She'd been quite right earlier, when she said that my cock had reacted so strongly to what he'd been telling us - and of course to the additional encouragement her hand had been giving - that it felt as though it might burst. So, as Mike's story came to its crescendo, she simply got down between my legs, unzipped and pulled my shorts down enough to free my throbbing, pole-like cock.

I was so wound-up that it seemed as though she'd no sooner wrapped her fingers around the mass of the shaft and slipped her lips down over the already oozing, sticky cock-head than I exploded deep into her throat. I'm sure that even with the pent-up excitement that Mike's story had created it took a bit longer than that - but for once I didn't care how quickly she did it, the sheer relief was unbelievable!

When I'd recovered I looked up and saw Barbara and Mike sitting there, grinning at me.

'Is that better now Roger?' Barbara asked sweetly.

I grinned sheepishly back at them and mumbled something, Helen told her to mind her own business then turned to Mike - and as though absolutely nothing had happened asked. 'So what happened next? Did she develop a taste for it that way Mike?'

'Like Mum's developed a taste for Roger!' Barbara said and which of course broke us all up for a while. When we'd finally stopped laughing Mike answered Helen's original question.

'Yes she did Helen. I'd thought it would be something we tried just once or twice, you know, for a bit of fun. But as you said, she seemed to develop a taste for it, wanting some other variation each time. And as Summer was coming to an end, the days starting to get cooler though we stayed out of doors the next couple of times - when I tried tying her up in different ways - she then usually insisted on taking me back to her house and made sure I brought the ropes and things along with me.

I was starting to feel a bit nervous about us somehow being caught out - but I admit that once I was there, she was so hot for me, so demanding, that I'd soon forget that and although initially I didn't really fancy some of her ideas I'll also admit that once we were under way I always enjoyed whatever it was we did together.'

'What sort of ideas did she have Mike?' Barbara asked in a quietly excited tone of voice.

'At first they were about different ways I could tie her up, in different places around the house. For instance, when we got back there the third, maybe fourth time, she gave me half a dozen cup-hooks and asked me to make some holes in the bed-room door-frame to screw them in to. I made the holes carefully of course, in the moulding, so unless you looked really carefully you'd never spot them, then screwed the cup-hooks in. While I was doing that she'd got the ropes and stuff out - and stripped, then asked me to tie her to the hooks, so she was spread-eagled in the door-way.

She looked great, having her wrists tied to the top hooks lifted her arms and her breasts, tightening them - and I could imagine how her pussy would look from below, between her widely splayed legs.

Her nipples were already stiff and having given her breasts a quick lick and a kiss I sucked them, hard - which immediately made her moan with pleasure. Then I nibbled her all over, every inch of her - except her pussy that is, I carefully avoided touching or even getting too close to that, even when I slid myself between her legs so I could get at the back of her. So by the time I got round to actually lying beneath her and looked up at it, it was bright pink, the outer lips were all puffy and she was obviously very wet.

I licked and sucked her off and again she got so excited that afterwards, when I undid the ropes I saw she had strained so hard that she'd given herself those deep, red wheals again.

But when I asked her about them, whether her husband had ever made any comment she said he hadn't, that it was so long since he'd taken any notice of anything about her that she doubted if he'd seen them. If she wasn't worried about them I didn't why I should be.

Then, after a few similar sessions, she laid another idea on me. We were in the kitchen, having something to eat, when she suddenly said.

'I'd like to try doing it you next time.'

That made me stop and think, start wondering where it was all going to end. Anyway, I told her I'd go along with it, once anyway, to see how I'd react - and just hearing me say that got her so excited that we ended up fucking again, right there, on the kitchen floor.

Many times during the intervening days I found myself thinking about the various things I'd done to her - and wondering about what she might now want to do with me - so, by the time we met up I was really quite nervous. Neither of us said a word during the drive to her house but I could see from the way she was sitting and the way her hands clutched the wheel that she was just as tense as I was - but sensed that hers was from barely contained excitement rather than nervousness as to what was going to happen.

As had become our routine, when we got there she got me a beer, then helped me out of my clothes and while I drank, knelt in front of me and got my cock erect. She seemed to take longer than usual to do that, normally she was eager to see my quick response, eager to get me as wound-up as she always was - but that day her touch felt quite different and I got the impression that whatever she had in mind for us was not going to be over in a hurry.

When she was finally satisfied that she'd got me as stimulated as she could, without having me actually climax, she took me through to the bed-room, where I saw that she'd already set-up the gear. I suppose that by then she'd seen me do it quite a few times but I was still surprised at how efficiently she went about immobilising me and in no time at all she had me spread-eagled in the door-way.

She made a bit of a show of double-checking that everything was adjusted correctly, brushing herself against me as she did that, keeping my cock at full stretch. Once she was satisfied I was comfortable but secure she reached up and kissed me, slipping her tongue deep into my mouth while reaching down with one hand to fondle my balls and cock. But, as soon as she felt me starting to react to her she broke away, then smiled up at me and said. 'That'll have to do for a while, I've got a few things I have to do.'

And with that she slipped between my legs and after a parting squeeze of my bottom, she simply left me there.

It was probably only fifteen or twenty minutes but at the time it seemed far longer than that and not knowing how long she would be gone or what she was planning to do later didn't help of course. The awkward position I was in started to make my arms ache but I found that the suspense, coupled with the anticipation of what might be to come kept me turned-on especially as I began to recall the exciting times we had shared during the previous weeks - remembering the sight of her, the smell of her and the many stupendous climaxes her eager body had given me - so when she did finally return my cock was still fully erect, jerking spasmodically.

I hadn't heard her approaching and so I came back to reality with a bit of a start when I felt her crawling between my legs - and the first thing I saw as I looked down past my still engorged cock, was her naked back and bottom.

When she stood and turned to look at me, or to be honest, at my cock, I saw that contrary to what I'd thought, she wasn't completely naked - and of all things, she was wearing an apron! One of those old-fashioned ones, with a high bib that covered her breasts, the sort of thing that house-maids used to wear in Victorian times - so, at least from the front, I couldn't see anything other than her bare legs and arms. I suppose that if she'd been carrying a whip or a stick of some sort I would have known what she had in mind but, as she was holding a traditional feather-duster in one hand and a towel in the other, I was understandably, completely confused as to what was going on.

'I had some house-work to finish, before I could enjoy myself I mean. You don't mind, do you?'

'No, no of course not.' I stammered.

'Oh good, I'll just finish dusting in here then.' she said - and began to wander around the room, flicking the tops of the various pieces of furniture with the feather duster. Of course the teasing glimpses I got of her body, of the curve of her breasts when she was turned sideways and of her full-fleshed bottom when she had her back to me, kept me in a state of high excitement and so, when she had worked her way around the room and then used the duster on me it was like receiving a series of electric shocks.

At first it was just a light flick but when she saw how strongly I reacted she got more serious, trailing it up between my legs, across the insides of my thighs and over my achingly swollen balls. Then, as my cock jerked even more strongly in response to the sensations she was triggering, she slowly brushed the tips of the feathers backwards and forwards along the length of it and swirled them around the bloated and super-sensitive head.

Through the rising mist of lust I could see that her eyes were dark with her own arousal, flecked with brilliant green flashes - she was watching me intently, noticing my every response, dropping down to my cock, then back up to my face, as though waiting for some sign or signal that she was taking me too far, too quickly.

Then the tantalising torture stopped - only to be replaced by another.

She dropped the duster and having spread the towel on the carpet in front of me, brought a chair from the other side of the room, then backed herself towards me. When she felt my cock nudging the back of her thighs she held on to the chair for support with one hand as she bent forwards, splaying her legs and lifting her arse high and then felt back between her thighs with her other hand to find my cock. Holding it steady, she literally backed herself on to me, guiding the head between her pussy-lips then pushing back, wriggling her bottom as she crammed its throbbing mass into her.

As I was only tied at wrists and ankles I could still thrust with my hips and once she had positioned herself the right distance away that's what I did - and found that the exciting feel of her hot, responsive cunt was heightened even more by the fact that my movements were so strictly restrained.

Margaret had control of what happened of course, as I found out a minute or two later, when she pushed herself a little further away from me and I discovered that no matter how far forwards I strained, I was only getting the head of my cock inside her. I guess she must have found that particularly stimulating, either that or she had wound herself up just getting everything ready - anyway, we hadn't been in that position too long before I realised she was working up to a climax and a few seconds later I felt her pussy-lips gripping me and heard her distinctive cries as it rippled through her.

I'd expected that she'd then push herself backwards again, so I could get properly inside her and reach my own climax - but soon found she had a different, final scenario in mind.

As her orgasm waned she shifted forwards, off my cock then turned and looked at the state she'd left it in. It was rearing almost vertically, slick from end to end with the juices that had flowed from her, the head a dark, glossy plum-red colour, the swollen veins along the shaft giving it an almost obscenely gnarled look - but from the satisfied expression on her face I could see that's exactly what she'd hoped she had done to it.

She looked up and gave me a strange smile. 'Not long to wait now Mike, I promise.' she said.

Then, having adjusted the towel on the floor she knelt and her lips and tongue drove me insane with their intermittent licks and sucks - but if I thought that was how she was finally going to get me off, I was wrong again. Once she was satisfied I was not only clean but also on the verge of exploding she slipped through my legs, crouching, pressing herself against the backs of them, then reached up between them to take hold of my cock with one hand and my balls with the other - and pumped me to one of the most spectacular climaxes I'd ever experienced.

She'd obviously put the towel down in front of me to protect the carpet from my spurting semen - but unfortunately for her she'd been so successful in working me up that when I came it was with such incredible force that the first and second loads shot well beyond it and even those that followed formed a sticky pool right on the very end of it.'

When Mike came towards the end of that part of his story I could tell by the change of tone in his voice that just recalling that particular memory had a very powerful effect on him and when I glanced at Barbara and saw the expression on her face as she in turn looked down at what she still had her fingers around, I guessed his cock was reacting strongly too.

As I was watching that little by-play Helen leaned closer and whispered in my ear. 'I could picture that scene so clearly, do you think you'd like something like that sometime darling?'

'Mmm, maybe. It was certainly powerful stuff - just look at Barbara.' I whispered in turn.

'I've been watching her for some time - and judging by what she seems to have got in her hand I'd say Mike is feeling pretty tense too.' she replied.

just then Barbara stood up and taking Mike by the hand, pulled him up after her - then turning to Helen and I she said.

'I think it's this man's turn for a bit of relief, recalling those times has been rather potent - and though it's nice here by the fire I think we'll be more comfortable over on the blankets. So you'll have to excuse us for a while - I'm sure you'll find something to do, even if it's only watching us.' she added with a cheeky grin, then tugged at Mike's hand as she headed off into the shadows.

'I'll make some fresh tea while they're gone.' I said to Helen. 'Would you mind gathering up the plates and things darling? It's getting pretty late and we're not equipped for a night out under the stars.'

So, while trying to make out some of the action taking place in the deep shadow beneath the trees and we waited for the billy to boil, we gathered everything together and re-packed it into the baskets. The dancing fire-light occasionally reflected off pale skin and the timing of its flickering sometimes coincided with the rhythmic movements, catching them in mid-thrust, like a strobe light momentarily freezes a dancer in mid-step. But other than those infrequent glimpses their undoubtedly torrid love-making was hidden by the surrounding darkness.

Chapter 33

Home Again

We were sitting side by side, sipping hot tea when they finally rejoined us and from the smug look on Barbara's face we could tell that Mike had more than adequately fulfilled her needs as well as his own. I poured their tea and said, as I passed the mugs across to them.

'We never did get to find out what happened to Margaret, I mean what finally brought it to an end Mike?'

'Oh come on Roger, give him a break! At least give the man time to catch his breath before you start him off again.' Barbara exclaimed in an almost peevish voice.

'No, it's all right Barbara - there's actually not much more to say about Margaret. It was quite simple really - we got caught. Not by her husband, by a friend of hers.

Her youngest, the five year-old daughter, got sick at kindergarten, got a headache and then started to vomit. They'd tried to ring Margaret but she'd obviously been on her way back from meeting me, so they rang her friend, who also had a child there and she went over to pick up Margaret's daughter and bring her home.

By the time she got to Margaret's place we were hard at it and just didn't hear her knocking at the front door, she could see the car in the garage, felt sure Margaret was home, so went through and came in by the connecting door, which was unlocked. She took the kid into her bed-room, must have assumed Margaret was having a nap - and just walked in on us.

Although she was a good friend and Margaret knew she could trust her not to say anything to her husband and though from the way she looked me over I got the feeling she wouldn't have minded sampling me herself, Margaret called a halt to it, right there and then. I think it was the fact that her daughter had got sick and she wasn't there for her when she was really needed that actually did it. Anyway, that was the last time I saw her. A month or so later I met jean - and the rest you know.'




Those Days of...Ch. 31-35



'You must have found that a bit of a shock to the system.' I said. 'I mean, having someone as non-sexual as you said jean was, especially after having had a woman with Margaret's appetite.'

'Not really, well not at first, I'd never been the sort of person that expects to hop into a woman's bed as soon as I meet her.'

'But you've no objection to popping your cock into her pussy if it's lying there waiting for it.' Barbara said with a laugh.

Mike grinned back at her. 'I suppose that's true. But then the way we met was a bit different.' Then turned back to me again and continued. 'But as you can imagine Roger, after a while, when there was no change in her attitude things did start to get a bit tense.'

'I hope you don't find us - I mean, Barbara - too unimaginative Mike. That is, after the unusual things you experienced with Margaret.' Helen said quietly.

'Don't you worry about that Mum, I'm looking forward to Mike giving me the benefit of some of those experiences.' Barbara answered as she snuggled closer to him. 'Somehow I think boredom will be the least of his concerns.'

Mike chuckled, then looked up and across at Helen. 'Barbara's already given me a fair idea of a few things she wants us to try - and as she said, boredom seems the least likely outcome. But you can be sure we won't be trying anything too extreme either - I'll be very careful with your daughter - if that's what was worrying you Helen.'

Somehow I doubted that was Helen's main concern. The note of envy I'd heard in her voice led me to think that it wouldn't take much for her to step into Margaret's, or even Barbara's shoes, if only for a while. I'd seen and felt her reactions to Mike's stories - just imagining the scenarios had got her as wound-up as I'd ever seen her get, it was difficult to imagine just what would happen if she actually experienced one of them herself.

And those thoughts started off a whole series of ideas.

When we had finished the tea we packed everything into Mike's car, he made sure the remains of the fire were properly out, covering the hot ashes with sand then turned on his head-lights so Helen and I could more easily find our way back to where my car was and then, letting him lead the way, we headed for home.

At first neither of us spoke, each deep in their own thoughts but after a while Helen broke the silence.

'I'm glad I thought of following them, it was better than staying home and watching TV wasn't it.'

'It certainly was darling - a brilliant idea.' I agreed, reaching across and giving her knee a squeeze. 'When Mike was telling us about his experiences with Margaret I couldn't help thinking what surprising things go on in the most ordinary person's mind. I mean if you think of the sort of woman she was - a very ordinary, happily married mother, a virgin when she married, never had any other men - yet underneath that veneer was a completely different person. Amazing isn't it!'

'I was thinking exactly the same thing - but I was looking at myself too, thinking how like her I was. I mean meeting you was rather the same as Margaret meeting Mike - he unlocked or triggered something inside her, just as you did with me.'

'But you have to admit the things she got up to were a bit strong, even by our standards.'

'I'm not sure of that - I mean it's not every mother that wants her man to sleep with her daughter, or to make love to her herself.'

'True.'

'And just because we haven't done some things, it doesn't mean we haven't had thoughts about them.'

'Have you?'

'What?'

'Had thoughts about some of those kinds of things.'

'Sometimes, not often. You saw how much I enjoyed it, the day we met Mike, down by the river.'

'That was mild by comparison with what they got up to. Would you like something stronger sometime.'

'I might.'

We were silent again for a while. I wasn't completely surprised by what Helen had said, perhaps just by the fact that she had said it so soon, I had expected her to take longer in sorting out her thoughts. Then I started to think about how I might go about giving her what she fancied. Unlike Mike I neither knew anything about, nor had ready access to ropes and things and although we had shared some intimate experiences, for some reason I didn't fancy the idea of openly seeking his help.

After only a few minutes my thoughts were interrupted.

'How about you Roger, do you find the idea exciting too?'

Did I? I recalled how strongly I'd got aroused by just listening to Mike's story - how I had imagined myself in his place, with Margaret/Helen lying there helpless as I worked her up to fever pitch, then used whatever part of her I fancied to relieve my own need.

'Yes darling, I think it could be.' I answered in as controlled a voice as I could manage.

'Which part?'

'How do you mean, which part?'

'Well there were several different things he told us about - I wondered which appealed most strongly.'

'Everything!' I said with a chuckle and was pleased to hear her laugh too.

'O.K. - everything it is. But wasn't there anything that particularly appealed?'

'Several things actually darling, we'll give them all a go in time. But how about you?'

'I agree, I liked the sound of everything - the way Margaret always liked seeing Mike walk around with his erection showing, I liked that idea a lot. You know how much I enjoy seeing you like that. But the final thing, getting him off while he was tied-up in the doorway, I found that really exciting.'

'So it's me you want tied-up, not yourself.'

'I didn't say that - I said I found that particularly exciting, the idea of having it done to me is exciting too.'

'O.K., so we take turns.'

'It would be a bit difficult to do it at the same time, wouldn't it.' she responded with a laugh.

'And even if we managed it somehow, it wouldn't be very satisfying.' I added, imagining the pair of us bound and rolling around on the floor, getting nowhere.

'Unless we had someone there to do it for us.' she said thoughtfully.

'You mean Mike?'

'Maybe Mike and Barbara.' she answered.

I began to see where her thoughts were taking her. A foursome! That immediately conjured up images in my head, of Barbara - and how her beautiful body would look spread-eagled in a door-way - or tied down on the bed, a rope tight beneath those gorgeous breasts. And as I played with those images I felt a familiar surge down between my legs.

'What are you thinking?' she asked quietly, leaning across and resting her hand on my thigh.

'I was wondering what my reaction would be to having them there with us.' I answered, which was at least partially truthful.

'And?'

'I'm not sure.'

'What's bothering you?'

I knew very well what was bothering me - the look I'd seen in Helen's eye and the tone I'd heard in her voice when Mike was around - it was called jealousy. I was jealous of his youthful vigour, his muscular body and of Helen's understandable reaction to them. Knowing my own reaction to Barbara made it more complex - I couldn't stop the way I felt each time I saw her and couldn't blame Helen for feeling similar things when Mike was around. But that just made it more complicated - not easier to accept.

'It's hard to explain.'

'It's Mike, isn't it?'

'In a way, yes.'

'Do you think I fancy him?'

'I suppose so.'

'Like you fancy Barbara?'

'That's a bit unfair.'

'Maybe, maybe not. But do you think I feel about Mike the way you feel about Barbara?'

'Probably.'

'O.K. - for a moment let's assume I do. Now, you get the hots for Barbara just about every time you see her. Don't try to say you don't because I see the look in your eye every time. Now, does that mean that if Mike, or somebody like him hadn't come along you would have gone off with her.'

'No, of course not.'

'Why not?'

'It's different, what you and I have. I mean, well, I love you.'

'Oh Roger!' she exclaimed happily, throwing her arms around me and very nearly making me lose control of the car. I braked hard and we stopped. 'You've never actually said that before. Do you mean it?'

'Of course I mean it - it's obvious isn't it?'

'It maybe obvious but that doesn't mean it's true.'

'Well it is.'

She stopped the rest of what I was going to say with her kiss, hard and passionate. But although I would have happily continued on longer, knowing that Mike and Barbara would be worried that we might have got into difficulties, I broke free and said we'd better leave the rest until we got home.

She snuggled closer, her hand resting down between my legs, her fingers idly wandering over the swelling that steadily grew beneath them - then continued what she had been saying before.

'So, because you love me - I like the sound of that.' she added happily. 'Because you love me, whatever feelings Barbara arouses - and whatever you do about those feelings - the way you feel about me doesn't change. Barbara's a sort of extra, it's not one or the other. Is that fair?'

'Yes.'

'So, why can't I feel that way about Mike?'

'That's a bit different.'

'In what way?'

'Well, as I said, I love you.'

'And I love you. There, now I've said it too.'

I was tempted to stop the car again and go for a repeat of what we'd done a few minutes before - but just then I saw the tail-lights of Mike's car, he'd stopped when he realised we were no longer following but when I flashed my head-lights I saw him start-up again - so satisfied myself with a squeeze of Helen's thigh.

'So what you're saying is that we can each feel secure about the other, no matter what happens between us and them.'

'Basically, yes. Just as you are understandably attracted to Barbara's body - but wouldn't necessarily want to share your entire life with her, so, in the same way I fancy Mike. I don't see why we shouldn't enjoy them every now and then - if they want to of course.'

'You make it sound so simple.'

'Well isn't it?'

'I suppose so.'

'Just imagine the fun we could have, the four of us. You taking care of Barbara, while Mike does the same for me - or both of us, I mean Barbara and I, taking care of each of you in turn. You liked that, a lot, I know you did - and I bet Mike would too.'

What she said triggered those images again, of Barbara tied-up beneath me - and new ones too, of having both Helen and Barbara exciting me as they had before. And as the thoughts roused me I felt Helen's fingers fumbling with my zip, then slipping inside to feel the growing length of my cock.

'Stop for a minute Roger.

It would be easier if you didn't have underpants on.' she said as I braked to a halt. 'Just lift yourself up a bit and ease them down for me. Adding with a chuckle. 'Let's give our friend here a bit of fresh air.

O.K. - off we go again.' she said once she'd got my still hardening cock out. 'Just keep your eye on the road.'

That was easier said than done, although she was only caressing me lightly, not trying to actually get me off, the sensations that flowed up from my steadily hardening cock were so exquisite that I had to really concentrate on my driving. 

'Aah, that's how I like it!' she sighed happily once she was sure that she'd got me fully erect. 'I love the feel of it, so hard and hot. It's a pity there isn't more light, I'll just have to wait until we get to where there are street-lights, to see it properly. Never mind, it feels really great.'

'From this side too darling.' I answered, silently wondering how I'd cope with the situation once we joined the heavily trafficked roads.

But although it lost some of its condition a couple of times and we were sprung once, while waiting for a set of traffic lights to change, when a young woman passenger in the car that pulled up alongside us got a very clear view of what was going on - and gave Helen a big grin and a thumb's-up sign - there were no problems, except the accompanying and steadily growing ache in my balls. 

When we were about ten minutes' drive away from the flat she slowed and finally stopped her tantalising caressing. 'I'd better let him get back to normal hadn't I? You might have difficulty getting your trousers done up again if I don't. But you'd better get used to me doing that, it was lovely and apart from anything else, it's made me very warm and wet.'

'That's nice to know darling - I mean that only one of us now has to put up with the nagging ache.' I answered light-heartedly as I felt my cock quickly begin to reduce in size.

She immediately understood what I was referring to and I could hear the genuine concern in her voice. 'Oh of course! I'm sorry Roger, I hadn't thought of that.'

'Hey, don't worry about it! It's not much - and it was well worth it, I liked what you did - a lot. So whenever you feel like it, go ahead. I'll quite happily put up with a bit of an ache for a while.'

'Not for too long, I promise you. I don't think any of us will feel much like staying up late - all the fresh air and activity have made me really quite tired. I think early bed and a slow cuddle are called for - don't you?'

'Sounds great! Do you think Mike will stay over?'

'That's a thought. Would you mind?'

'No, of course not. He has as much right to be there as I have, if Barbara wants him to stay and you've no objection, its fine with me.'

'If he does - I mean from time to time - it will give us a chance of seeing whether he would be interested in what we were talking about before.'

'You mean the foursome?'

'Yes. You are still interested aren't you?'

'Yes, now I know how you and I stand with each other I feel much better about it. I'm still not sure how I'll react when I see him touching you - but I'll give it a try, at least once anyway. But if I have problems with it, you won't mind if I get second thoughts about it, will you?'

'Of course not. I understand - and it's lovely to know you care so much.' she said warmly as she gave my leg an affectionate squeeze.

It took us the best part of an hour to unpack the cars, wash-up and put away the assorted paraphernalia and, as I'd anticipated, Mike stayed on to help. Sometime during the activity Barbara must have had a quiet word with Helen because just as we were putting the last things away she whispered to me that, as we had thought, Mike was going to stay over. When all was finally done, as none of us felt much like having a proper meal the girls put together some cheese and biscuits and things for us to nibble on while I poured us all a drink and then we sat around the kitchen table chatting about the day we'd shared.

I allowed a reasonable time before I got up and said I for one was going to have a quick shower and hit the sack, explaining 'We oldies don't have the staying power of the younger generation.'

Barbara caught my eye and with raised eye-brows a glint in her eye and a wicked grin, clearly indicated that at least as far as she was concerned, there was no doubt about my staying-power.

'I'll follow you darling, we'll let the youngsters fend for themselves.' Helen called after me.

So a short while later we were snuggled up in bed together - and an even shorter time after that, our bodies were locked together as we made love, slowly lovingly and in time, to each one's total satisfaction.

As we later lay quietly in each other's arms we were vaguely aware of the sounds the other two made, as they also showered - but unlike Helen and I they apparently shared theirs, at least the giggles and Barbara's occasional shriek seemed to indicate they did. And in spite of having Helen's soft warmth beside me, imagining her in the shower triggered a flash of memory, a memory from that afternoon, when I had thought I was alone on the beach.

I'd heard her voice and without even thinking, I turned to see her coming down the beach towards me - and like me, she was naked. As always, my gaze had immediately dropped to her breasts, swaying from side to side as she walked towards me, a light sheen of perspiration covered their incredible curves and ran in a thin rivulet down between them - where I had climaxed so powerfully that one time. Dragging my eyes up as she came closer I found that hers were smiling at me, then saw them drop, to stare wide-eyed at my cock as it jerked higher still in reaction to the thoughts that the mere sight of her generated.

Helen had already dozed off and she mumbled in her sleep and snuggled closer in reaction to my arms tightening their hold of her. She'd been right of course, when she'd said - 'You are understandably attracted to Barbara's body - but wouldn't necessarily want to share your entire life with her.'

I doubted I'd ever be entirely free of the desire that seemed to automatically well up inside me every time I saw or even thought about Barbara. So maybe Helen's idea of an occasional foursome would give me - and with Mike, perhaps Helen too - the best of both worlds, a loving, secure relationship with each other and, from time to time the sheer, lustful excitement that the younger bodies could provide. Perhaps it could be as simple as Helen had made it sound. Time would tell!

Chapter 34

Talks with Julia

The following morning was fairly chaotic, being a normal working day, each of us with our own time-tables, each trying to shower and grab a bite to eat before we left. Mike made things a bit easier for us, leaving early, so he could shower and change at his place and go on to work from there but with two women fighting for their time in the bath-room I made do with a fast scrub and shave, leaving them to solve their own problems.

During the day I made a point of ringing Julia, she and I had to sort out our affairs once and for all, regardless of what had or had not happened between she and Barbara. Her voice sounded politely distant when I told her I was ringing to arrange a time for us to get together to discuss things.

'You mean a divorce?'

'Probably. I don't see much point in not doing it, do you?'

'No, I agree.'

'O.K., there are things we'll need to sort out, rather than let the legal boys make a fortune out of our squabbling about things.'

'I agree with that too Roger.'

'Good. Where and when then?'

'You may as well come round to the house, that's the sensible place to fix things. Do you mind?'

'No of course not. I've lots of very fond memories associated with the house. Why should I mind?'

'I don't know, I just thought you might find it uncomfortable being there.'

'Far from it Julia. Which evening would be best for you?'

We arranged to meet the next Wednesday and when I told Helen that evening she was both happy and nervous about the arrangement. Somewhere at the back of her mind I think she still thought that perhaps Julia would make one last effort to get me back - or that at least she and I might end up in bed together, for old time's sake, so to speak.

I assured her as best I could that it was to be a very business-like meeting, discussing what to do with the house and our other joint financial arrangements, nothing more.

In spite of my confident tone I too had some sneaking concerns about just how co-operative Julia might actually turn out to be but, to my pleasant surprise the meeting went very much better than I had hoped.

Julia was as elegant as ever, a striking, still very attractive woman and especially as I hadn't seen her for a few weeks, I could see how a younger woman would be both impressed and flattered by her attentions. We went straight through into the lounge-room and while she took her usual chair, I sat on the settee - the one on which Helen and I had made love that very first day.

I'd made us both drinks and, to Julia's irritation, lit a cigarette.

'So, you are obviously well Julia, if I may say so, you're looking very good indeed.'

'Thank you. But then there's no reason why I shouldn't be.' she answered in a very off-hand manner.