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Those Days of...Ch. 41-45

By: TonyDowse



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

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Chapter 41

A New Home

We all seemed to be very busy at our respective jobs for the next couple of weeks, Barbara was also spending more and more time over at Mike's place and for several days at a time we didn't even see her so had no opportunity to organise the 'demonstration' we had talked about. Normally that would have given Helen and I more opportunities for free-wheeling sex together but as we were both more tired than usual when we came home, although we didn't suddenly become totally celibate, even that aspect of our life together was quieter than we had been used to for a while.

Although Helen and I found a little time to talk more seriously about starting to look for a place of our own we hadn't had the time to do more than that. So, on the way home one evening when I knew Helen would again be working late, I called in at a local real estate agent's office, explained that we were unsure as whether we were looking for a house or an apartment, told him what we could afford to pay, that we were not in a mad rush to move and asked him to keep his eyes open for anything he thought might particularly suit us.

He rang a couple of times, describing different properties that were on the market and though none of them sounded right I suppose my comments gave him a better idea of the sort of thing that might appeal to us and a couple of weeks later he rang again, saying he thought he had just the thing. He wouldn't say any more than that over the phone, he wanted me to see the place for myself, not pre-judge it in any way. So to avoid any risk of disappointment for Helen, I agreed to drop by his office the following Saturday morning - when I knew she would again have to go in to work - and let him take me to see it before I told her anything about it.

Although the street he drove me to was not more than five minutes or so from where we were living I had never actually been down it before. It turned out to be a dead-end, running into the wall surrounding a local park, lined with older, two storied, terrace style houses. Many had had already been renovated, the others were obviously well maintained and as the street itself was lined with trees the general effect was one of genteel elegance, which I knew would immediately appeal to Helen.

The agent drove right to the end, parking outside the house abutting the park wall and I was disappointed to see that it the three next to it were far less attractive than the others we had passed.

'They are due to start work on these four houses in about two months.' he said. 'The plans are still to be approved by the local council, so if you wanted anything done differently, instead of having to start from scratch when you move in you could get the submission altered now, have the place fixed to suit your own needs.

All four are being done from the same set of plans but the one overlooking the park is the obvious choice so I'll take you through that one.'

He brought a roll of drawings with him and we went up a short flight of steps and into the house.

Even though the place was in a pretty bad state of disrepair I knew it was right for us from the moment he opened the door and we went in to the entrance hall-way, which then led into a series of high-ceilinged rooms, those down one side having views out on to a small garden then on across the park. There was a lot of the original timber around, including the stair-case and some rooms still had fire-places.

He spread the plans out for me on a rickety table in what had passed for a kitchen.

'Naturally all the plumbing and wiring is being re-done, they're ripping everything out and completely replacing it, no half measures. This room will be made bigger, by taking out that wall there.' he said enthusiastically, pointing to the far end of the room and then down at the plans. 'A brand new kitchen will be put in, here's an artist's impression of what that will be like.' he added as he pulled one of a series of coloured drawing out from the roll of papers and spreading it on top of the main plans. 'Everything you or your wife could possibly want - but, as I said, if you want it done differently, you could fix that before the work starts. You'd be saving yourself heaps of money.'

We went through the rest of the ground floor and then up the stairs to the rooms above. The main bed-room was on the side having the view and as I stood in the middle of it I could easily imagine Helen and I sitting up in our bed on a Sunday morning and looking out across the trees.

'This bed-room will have an en-suite bath-room and it and the other two will all have completely built-in wardrobes.' The agent explained, spreading the plans on the floor and showing where the changes would be made. 'The main bath-room will be fantastic, come with me and I'll show you how they're going to do that.'

He bustled me down the hall and pointed to walls that would come down, making some rooms slightly smaller and then another artist's impression of the new bath-room, which certainly looked as good as he'd said.

'And that's not all.' he continued after he'd taken me around the rooms on that level. 'This house has another bonus, upstairs.' he said, grinning at the look of confusion on my face.

'Upstairs, where?'

'This system will be replaced of course, with a modern, automatic one, I can show you the brochure of it if you like.' he said as he took me to the end of the hall and opened a cupboard. Inside was a ladder which he pulled out and set against the wall then climbed up it and pushed open a trap-door in the ceiling.

'Come on up.' he said as he grinned back down once he'd scrambled through the hole.

When I got up and climbed after him I saw we were in an attic running the full length of the house, the angle of the roof meant there wasn't too much room at the front or back but across the centre there was plenty and day-light shafted through a small window in what was obviously the outside wall.

'There will be a study or work-room built up here, the inside of the roof will be fully sealed of course, this window will be made about three times the size it is now. Apart from anything else it will make a great bolt-hole - if you're ever in the dog-house, if you know what I mean.' he said, giving me a cheeky grin.

We went back down again and he left me to wander around the place on my own for a while as he gathered up the drawings and plans he had pulled out as we toured the house. Then, when we had gone outside to look around the small garden area I asked the inevitable question. 'How much?'

As I'd expected, the asking price was more than I had intended to commit to and, allowing for all the extra costs involved, probably more than Helen and I could afford. I said as much but said I'd think about it over the week-end and let him know on the Monday.

Naturally I couldn't stop thinking about the house - and how much we would both enjoy living in it once all the alterations had been made and those feelings were reinforced by a dream I had about it that night. So, as the following day was cool but bright and sunny, after we'd had breakfast I suggested to Helen that it might be a good idea if we got a bit of fresh air, perhaps go for a walk down to the park.

Neither of us said very much as we strolled hand in hand, I didn't know what thoughts were going through her head but I couldn't get the house out of mine and I made sure that we took a path that led across to that side of the park. Looking up through the trees I could see the roof of the house and when we reached the wall and I found there was actually a small gate-way that led through to the road. I tugged Helen by the hand and said.

'Come on darling, there's something through here that I want to show you.'

We went through the gate into the street and then in spite of her protests that we were trespassing, I pulled her after me into the somewhat overgrown garden of the house and on around to the back of it. When the agent had been showing me around I had noticed that the back door had no lock on it and had been surprised that vandals or squatters hadn't got into the place. Helen became even more nervous when I opened it and we went inside but quickly calmed down when I explained.

'I didn't say anything before because I didn't want to disappoint you - but I've had an agent looking around for a house or apartment for us.' I said. 'I don't know that we can afford this place, so don't get your hopes up just yet - but at least have a look and tell me what you think, how you feel.'

As we went around the house I explained as best I could what changes were going to be made and watched Helen's face for signs of her reactions. Just as I'd expected, as we went from room to room and she began to imagine how it might look when finished, I saw how her eyes began to sparkle and how her face positively glowed with happiness.

When we went upstairs, into the main bed-room and I pointed out where the en-suite would be and said how I'd imagined us sitting up in bed looking out across the park she flung her arms around me and literally hugged all the breath out of me.

'Oh darling that's wonderful! I've been so worried about us these last few weeks.'

'Worried? What on earth do you mean?'

'I thought you were having second thoughts about us. About us staying together.' Adding breathlessly. 'I thought you might be thinking about going back to Julia.'

'Why on earth would you have thought that?' I asked, bending to brush my lips across her cheek and finding there were small tears trickling down over it.

'You've been so distant, we've been making love so infrequently lately. I felt sure you were having second thoughts, I just didn't know what was wrong, what to do about it.'

'But that's because we've both been working extra hard lately, you've been coming home late and tired most evenings and you've frequently had to work at the week-ends too. There really hasn't been too much opportunity for us during the last three or four weeks has there?'

'I know darling - and I've said that to myself over and over again - but it hasn't stopped me from worrying. I've been so silly!

But it doesn't matter now.' she continued, smiling happily up at me. 'You've been thinking about us all along, now you've found this house - and it's wonderful. Somehow we'll find the money, I know we will. We could be so happy here Roger - I'll make sure we are.'

That decided it of course. What could I do after such an outburst, other than immediately start thinking about just how we might go about raising the extra cash we'd need.

Apart from the attic, which I decided to leave as a surprise for another day, we went around the house again, Helen in a much more enthusiastic mood than earlier, bubbling over with decorating ideas, where our various pieces of furniture would go, what else we would need to buy, then touring the little garden, saying what must stay and what could be replaced by something more appropriate.

We must have spent at least an hour there, Helen getting more excited minute by minute and even when we finally left and started to make our way home again she continued to chatter on about things we could do, how we could make the house even more attractive.

It was only when we were back indoors that I was able to silence her, first by kissing her long and hard, then by taking her to bed and releasing all her pent-up worry and frustration by fucking her even longer and harder.

Afterwards, still hot and sweaty we both fell asleep and it was mid-afternoon when she woke me with a kiss.

'You must be hungry darling, I know I am.' she said as she snuggled herself close to me.

'Mmm, yes I am.' I answered, slipping my arms around her and pulling her tight. 'But food actually seems to be a bit unimportant just at the moment.' I added as I felt my cock stiffening against the smooth curve of her thigh.

She laughed as she threw the covers back and looked down at what was happening to me, then gave my still rising cock a playful slap as she said.

'It's nice to see you back to normal - but I had ideas about something special, later. So why not just keep your strength in reserve until then.'

As though expecting a second slap I grabbed her arm and wrestled her down backwards, kneeling astride her chest, pinning her arms down on to the bed with my knees as I grinned down at her.

'You'll need to do better than just talk about vague ideas like that if you expect me to put off doing something about this.' I said, pointing down at my throbbing cock.

'O.K., O.K. - I'll be wearing stockings when I serve dinner - and there'll be plenty of pussy for dessert - I can promise you that much. Oh, and I've got something new for you to wear too.'

I quickly weighed up the options, a quick climax then, between her moist, smiling lips, her softly firm breasts or inside her ever willing pussy - or the anticipation of whatever it was she had in mind for us later, when she'd be wearing stockings - and I was also curious as to what she meant by saying she'd got something for me to wear...

Needless to say, I took the longer option!

'O.K. - a bite to eat now, then we'll spend a bit of time working out our finances, to see if there's a way we could afford the house, then we'll freshen ourselves up for an evening of wild debauchery. How does that sound?'

'It sounds perfect darling.'

With something special to look forward to, I let her up and we went out to the kitchen to make ourselves some sandwiches to eat, then started to work out various budgets.

Once we began to work it out things didn't look quite as bad, we found we could cover the cost of the house by taking out a relatively small mortgage. Helen had a little money put away and that plus what I had would cover a fair-sized deposit and all the legal, moving and furnishing costs involved. As I figured that the repayments on the loan would in fact be less than the rent Helen was paying for the flat, by taking a slightly larger mortgage we'd be able to leave ourselves a little in reserve - for emergencies - and that's what we finally decided to do.

We fixed an amount we could afford to spend on the extra furniture and things we'd need to buy and I told Helen that was her main job, to go looking for things she liked. I was to handle all the financial stuff and take care of the actual work being done on the house, which I guessed would turn out to be an almost full-time job.

As we worked our way down through the details of what was involved I could see that Helen was getting more and more excited.

'Now that we've got this far I just can't wait for us to move in darling - the next few weeks or months are going to go awfully slowly.'

'Don't get excited too soon lover. We haven't even made an offer for the house yet - we can't be sure there isn't another buyer around. When we've signed a contract, then you can start to get excited.'

'Don't be such an old pessimist.' she replied, pulling a face at me. 'Of course we'll get it - it's meant for us, I just know it is.'

I couldn't argue with such female logic, so didn't try.

Helen made us some tea while I set about making proper notes of what we expected the various things to cost, so I would have everything ready for the bank if our offer was accepted by the owner, then cleared away all our papers and we went through to the lounge-room.

After all the talking and planning that we'd done during the last couple of hours we each seemed to need time to collect our thoughts and were both unusually silent as we sat smoking and sipping our tea. I was trying to imagine how the house would look when finished - and guessed Helen was doing much the same. But in my thoughts she was very much included in those images. I found myself imagining her standing at the top of the stairs, dressed in nothing but her stockings, waiting for me - pictured us making love in various rooms, in various ways - conjured up other strange and exciting fantasies, some of which of course also included Barbara.


Chapter 42

The View from the Window

'Penny for them darling.'

Helen's voice broke through the thoughts that had been getting progressively ever more erotic.

'Pardon. Oh, sorry lover. I was just thinking about the house, how it might look when it's all finished.'

'And, by the look on your face.' she replied with a knowing grin. 'I'd say you were thinking about what might be going on inside it too.'

I got up and moved across towards her. 'Maybe I was. You'd be upset if I wasn't - and I wouldn't mind betting you've been thinking something along those lines too.'

'You know me too well darling.' she answered as I bent down to kiss her.

Her hand slipped up between my legs and found the hardening length that had resulted from the pictures that had been going through my head.

'Aha!' she said with a giggle as her fingers closed around it. 'I was right. You'll have to tell me what you were thinking about - to see if your thoughts were anything like mine.'

'Probably identical lover. But instead of swapping thoughts, why don't you start getting yourself ready, have a shower and change - you made a promise, remember?'

'Of course I remember. I've been looking forward to this evening - and knowing you're already more than interested makes it even better.' she added, giving my cock a firm squeeze before pulling herself up out of the chair.

The evening that followed was yet another memorable one, Helen had bought me a pair of red, g﷓string briefs to wear, nothing more than a pouch and a few supporting strings and seemed almost as turned-on by the sight of me in that as I was by the sight of her in just stockings and although we managed to hold ourselves in check until after we had eaten something, neither of us did justice to what she had prepared for us. Half way through the meal we got up, left everything to be cleaned away later, headed for the bed-room and spent the next couple of hours totally exhausting each other.

I made contact with the agent during the following Monday and made an offer for the house, suggesting that the owners might be interested in an idea I'd had. As there was really no rush for Helen and I to move, I had said that if they finished our house first, we would be prepared to let them use it for a few weeks, to show to prospective buyers for the others. I also pointed out that I had a reasonable amount of cash to put in as deposit, which they could be using to pay for the work being done. Offsetting that I pitched my offer a fair bit lower than the price he had mentioned.

Naturally I had expected to have to do a bit of haggling about the details but was happily surprised when he rang back a couple of days later and said the owners liked my idea, had accepted my offer and asked me to have my lawyer contact theirs to start work on the details of the contract.

On my way home that evening I bought two bottles of the best French champagne I could find, one of which Helen and I polished off as soon as she came home and I told her the good news, the other we took to bed with us, drinking most, tipping some over or using it to dip various parts of each other's body into before licking it off as we celebrated in our favourite way.

Sometime during that rather wild spree, when we'd stopped for a bit of a rest, Helen rang Barbara and Mike to give them the news. Of course Barbara said she couldn't wait to see the house and as, coincidentally the following week-end was one when Mike didn't have to work, she said they'd come over so we could take them both to see it.

I remember suddenly realising how long it had seemed since Barbara had been around the place every day - and found myself getting quite excited by just the thought of seeing her again, even if Mike would be with her - which in turn gave me renewed sexual energy - energy that then Helen got the immediate benefit of.


Those Days of...Ch. 41-45



Barbara arrived on her own, making some weak-sounding excuse as to why he wasn't with her and although Helen and I exchanged questioning glances neither of us said anything just then and as the day was fine we decided to walk straight around to the house. This time, as I had been able to borrow both the plans and the keys from the agent, we wouldn't have to guiltily creep in. Barbara's mood seemed to quickly improve and she was soon bubbling over with excitement. But then, when Helen quite naturally asked how she had been and what had been happening since we had last seen her, she hesitated in her answers and Helen wisely changed the subject again, leaving me to walk quietly beside them as they slowly began to chat about other things to each other.

Although there was quite obviously some sort of a wall between us there was nothing different about the effect Barbara had on me - she wasn't wearing anything special, jeans and a jumper - but as we walked I found my eyes constantly drifting to the twin swelling made by her breasts and my thoughts recalling the many, many times the sight of them had aroused me - and of course that one, spectacular time she had used them to satisfy that arousal so incredibly powerfully.

After we had taken Barbara around the ground floor, explaining what the architects planned to do with it we went upstairs and just as we both had, Barbara loved what would eventually become the main bed-room and especially the view from the window, out across the park. I had left them there and gone to check something to do with where the bath-room would be and when I came back a few minutes later I found them still at the window, giggling together. When they heard me return they looked quickly around and then grinned at each other.

'What's the joke?' I asked.

'No joke lover, just girl-talk.' Helen answered evasively. But when she saw the quizzical look on my face, Barbara, as usual, was prepared to be more direct.

'Mum was just saying how much she was looking forward to something, when the house is finished.'

Helen dug her in the ribs with her elbow, indicating she should say no more - and when I asked. 'Oh, what's that darling.' It was Barbara, not Helen, who replied.

'Well actually she rather fancies the idea of you standing here behind her, making love to her, while she looks out at the view.'

'The girl just doesn't understand the meaning of - confidential.' Helen said, grinning sheepishly at me.

'I don't see why that should be confidential darling.' I replied, slipping my arm around her and puling her close. 'It sounds like a great idea to me. Day-time or night-time?'

'Any time!' Barbara answered with a laugh, which of course set Helen and I off too and the tension I had felt in the air seemed to disappear as we laughed and joked together, quickly restoring the intimate relationship the three of us had previously enjoyed.

As we toured the rest of that floor I again for some reason deliberately omitted mentioning the potential of the floor above us - even though I still wasn't really sure why I did that.

When we had been all the way round the house Barbara's flair for design began to surface as she talked about the things she would do with the house if it were hers to decorate and as ideas continued to pour out of her Helen and I looked at each other questioningly - I nodded and when Barbara finally paused for breath, Helen simply said to her.

'You're hired.'

We didn't know it then of course but those two words were to set Barbara on a whole new career. When the developer saw the detail of our changes to his plans, that were based on Barbara's suggestions, he hired her to redesign and develop the colour schemes for the interiors of the other three houses - which in turn led to work for other builders and architects and in less than a year she had given up her thoughts of becoming a fashion designer and opened up her own consultancy business.

But that was all in the future, right then Barbara merely asked what Helen had meant.

'Just what I said darling - you're hired - as our interior design consultant. Put your ideas down on paper, we'll pay you for them, won't we Roger?'

'Of course. All quite professional.

The agent has said quite specifically that if there is anything we want done differently we have the perfect opportunity of getting it done, the plans haven't been approved by the council yet, so we still have time to make modifications.

Your ideas sound great, so let's do it. Who knows what might come from it.' I added almost prophetically.

With that in mind we did another tour around the house before we returned home, where Barbara took herself off to her room to make notes of the thoughts she'd had, while they were still clear in her mind and while she did that Helen and I started preparing something for dinner.

'What do you think is wrong? Did she say anything when you were together?' I asked.

'No darling, she shut up like a clam each time I tried to talk to her. It's obviously something to do with Mike though.'

'Yes, that seems clear. Another woman do you think?'

'Could be, though I'd be surprised if it was, if what he told us about his previous relationships is true of course. I guess we'll just have to wait until she's ready to talk to us.'

'At least your idea about her working on the house seemed to pick her up.'

'You do agree with what we've said to her don't you darling? You're not just going along with me because it's Barbara?'

'No, of course not lover. Her ideas sound great, far more imaginative - and practical, than some of the architect's. The woman's view - maybe there should be more women architects, after all they know more about how a house functions than most men do, at the day to day level anyway.'

'Oh good! I was a bit worried you might just have been humouring me.'

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, then, still holding her close I said. 'I might humour you about your fantasies - but when it comes to practical things you should know me better by now.'

She smiled up at me. 'Deep down I do, I suppose I was just looking for reassurance.

But as to the fantasies - that one about having you make love to me while I'm looking out of the window - will that just be pandering to them, humouring me - or does it appeal to you too a little bit?'

'Not just a little bit - a lot!'

'I meant the other way, you know - up my bottom.' she whispered.

'I guessed that lover - and that makes it all the more exciting to think about.' I answered quietly before I kissed her again, harder - and, as our tongues inter-twined I slipped my hands down her back, over the curve of her buttocks and then pressed one deep into the fleshy crease between them.

As she squirmed herself even tighter against me, enabling my fingers to dig deeper, I felt my cock responding automatically to her eager body - and for once, mentally cursed the fact that Barbara was there in the flat with us. I knew that if she hadn't been I'd have taken Helen there and then, if necessary, simply bent face down over the kitchen table, so I could fuck her gorgeous arse the way she wanted me to.

As our kisses grew ever more feverish and my fingers dug deeper still, I felt Helen's body movements becoming even more demanding - then suddenly, without any warning she twisted and broke from my arms and just for a moment she looked up into my eyes, letting me see the fire that was burning deep inside hers, then she turned, went across and closed the kitchen door, then began to wriggle her way out of her jeans.

'Come on lover - let's do it now!' she said with a catch in her voice, as she added with a tight, purposeful grin. 'I can't wait until the house is finished.'

The mere sight of her like that, so desperately hot for me, sent extra blood pounding into my already half swollen cock and it sprang upright when, as I tugged my trousers and pants off, I saw her hurriedly clear the stuff from one side of the table, spread her legs and then look back over her shoulder at the quivering shaft before bending forwards and lying face down on to the top - in the very position I had only just imagined.

I moved close, standing between her legs, bending my knees slightly and letting my cock find her pussy. As I knew it would be, it was already hot and wet, very wet - and I jerked it backwards and forwards a few times, thrills coursing through me as her pouting lips dragged over the tightly swollen head, at the same time coating it with some of her excess juices.

Although the mere thought of what was to come had made my mouth dry I gathered what little saliva I could and, using one hand to spread her arse-cheeks, used the other to further lubricate my cock with it. Then, holding her cheeks apart with both hands I pressed my thumb against the tightly wrinkled entrance, feeling it at first open almost reluctantly under that pressure - then, as Helen began to whimper with her own anticipated pleasure, relaxing slightly, readying itself for what was about to be forced up into it.

At first, when I tried to replace my thumb with the far bigger mass of my cock-head I felt Helen tense momentarily, then she gave a deeper moan and I felt the muscles suddenly relax completely and, taking that as my cue I gripped her arse-cheeks tightly, pressed my cock firmly in between them, then slowly but surely eased the head past the outer, clamping muscles.

Once I had that much inside her it was relatively easy to get the rest all the way up into the slick tunnel beyond - and it was only when I felt my balls brushing up against her soft skin that I felt the muscles lock back in place, gripping the base of my cock tight.

I paused for a moment, enjoying the sensations that rippled through me, with one part of my mind trying to imagine the scene that had stirred her so much - the two of us in exactly the same position, looking out from the window of the house, at the people in the park and admiring the view - then, having adjusted and tightened my grip of her, I began to fuck her - fuck her hard, as I knew she desperately wanted me to.

Helen's reaction was even quicker and, if that was possible, even more intense than my own. From the moment she'd felt my cock-head grazing against her pussy her body had started writhing beneath me and as I then prepared her body to accept my cock her initial whimpering changed to lower, deeper moans of growing need. Then, as I began to thrust deep into her arse-hole her sounds and movements became even stronger, even more urgent and as the pressure inside her rose steadily higher I saw her hands scrabbling, clawing futilely at the surface of the table and felt her heaving herself back at me, as though trying to drive my cock still deeper up inside herself.

For a split-second something seemed to distract me - a sound, a movement, I wasn't sure which - but there was nothing that could over-ride the rising intensity of feelings flooding up from my cock, sensations so strong they simply blocked out everything else. I heard myself making loud, guttural grunts as I forced my cock into the hot, greasy tightness, intense bursts of pleasure shooting up through the steel-hard length of me each time I thrust forward, bursts of pleasure which were further intensified by the feel of her muscles rhythmically locking around the base of the shaft as she felt my balls slapping hard up against the backs of her thighs.

Sweat began to spurt out of me, trickling down over my face as I rode her harder and faster and then, regrettably all too soon, the painful ache that had been steadily growing in my balls suddenly sharpened and, as I felt the first potent surge rising up through me, I forced my cock even harder up into her arse.

Then suddenly it ripped through me and as it did, I heard Helen grunt explosively and felt her body beginning to convulse from her own release. Feeling the pressure of the first load surging up through me, I drove even deeper, ramming my cock into her as it erupted, pistoning in and out of the sheath-like passage, pumping the rest of the hot, thick semen deep inside her.

It had all happened so quickly, so totally unexpectedly that we were both shaken by the fierceness of what we had experienced. We remained locked together for several, long minutes, both of us trembling from the after-effects of the frenzied way we had fucked, giving our sweating bodies time to cool and our whirling minds time to calm.

As I felt my previously enormous erection fading and my cock finally dwindling to more reasonable size I eased back a little and let it slip from between her still clenching muscles, feeling some of my semen dribble out after it and begin slithering down the inside curves of her thighs.

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me and I noticed that the fire in her eyes had been replaced by a dark, cloudy haze.

'That was the most unbelievable fuck you've given me in weeks. I'm going to remember this for a long, long time.'

'Me too darling.' Was about all I could manage to gasp.

But even as I answered her I saw the cloudiness clear from her eyes and they opened wide, staring, staring at something behind me - and just then I heard a gasp, followed by series of low grunts.

I turned and saw Barbara standing there in the door-way, instantly two memories flashed back into my head - of that very first day, when I'd taken Barbara home and I had then caught her masturbating herself - of the afternoon a few weeks later, when I'd returned home early from golf, to find Julia and Barbara in bed together and it had been my turn to do it to myself.

I also remembered the momentary distraction I'd felt a little earlier, now I understood what it had been - the sound of the door opening. Obviously Barbara had finished what she'd been doing and had come to see how she could help us, only to find me furiously fucking her mother's arse. For someone as highly sexed as Barbara was the arousal that sight would have triggered would have needed immediate release - and that's just what she'd done. Unzipped her jeans, pulled them part way down and fingered herself to a quick climax. The grunts I'd heard had signalled her orgasm.

Her head was thrown back, her face and neck tinged a deep pink, her eyes shut tight as she let her fingers finish their work, her body shuddering as the last, slowly diminishing waves of the climax rolled through her.

Helen looked back at me and grinned. 'That's our Barbara, never wants to miss out on anything does she.'

I grinned back, then went to get a couple of towels so we could clean ourselves up before we got dressed again and by the time I returned Barbara had calmed down and was pulling her jeans back up again.

'Sorry if I disturbed you both.' she said with an almost shy smile. 'Seeing you like that was just too much I'm afraid - especially after what's happened.'

'What do you mean darling - what's happened? Is there something wrong with you, with Mike?' Helen said anxiously, straightening her skirt as she hurried across and put her arm around Barbara's shoulder.

'I'll talk about it later Mum.' Barbara replied - and for a few moments it looked as though she was going to burst into tears. But she took a couple of deep breaths, then added. 'Let's get something for us to eat first, we can talk about it over dinner if you like.'


Chapter 43

Problems with Mike

By the time we all sat down Barbara seemed to have pulled herself together a bit but as Helen and I were waiting for her to say something first we ate in relative silence for quite some time and were nearing the end of the main course before she finally found the words to explain what it was that had been bothering her.

'I suppose a lot of it was actually my own fault, if I hadn't been so insistent on us trying the gear he'd put together when he was with Margaret none of this might have happened. But you both seemed to get such a big kick out of it - and when I saw from those stains on the wall just how hard you'd come when Mum tied you up Roger, well I wanted to see if I could do as much for Mike.

Because he'd been so negative about it when I'd mentioned Mum's idea of a foursome, I tried bringing him round to it by a more indirect approach. I got him talking about the other rangers' activities, asked him about some of the women they'd met and what they'd got up to together. He knows that I like hearing people talk about sex - and that he gets the benefit when I get worked up, like that time when we were all down at the beach, so he's all right about that.

Once I'd got him started - and there are some hair-raising happenings I could tell you about - I took cues from what he was telling me to ask him more questions about himself - and especially about how he really felt during those times with Margaret. I mean, he went into such detail that time he told us about what went on and it certainly sounded as though he'd enjoyed what happened, that I just couldn't imagine why he was so reluctant to try it again, with us, or at least with me.

But even when I got him to talk about it in more detail I had the feeling that he was holding something back, nothing I could put my finger on you understand, just a feeling that he was skirting around something. Anyway, I finally did get him to agree that he'd enjoy me doing what she had done for him - and of course I thought that at least was a start.

It was last night, I made a bit of a production out of it, waiting until a Friday evening when I knew he had the whole week-end off and that the others in the house would be out. I fancied the idea of getting him off in a way similar to how Margaret had and which you two used, using the door-way I mean, so I had already bought some hooks and managed to get the screw holes done without him noticing them. I prepared something special for dinner, bought a good bottle of wine - and a new set of rather sexy undies. I actually thought about dropping by to pick up the cat-suit but changed my mind about that, I'm not really sure why.'

As she talked her eyes flicked from Helen to me and then back to her mother. It could have been pure coincidence and my own wishful thinking - but she was certainly looking at me when she said she had thought of coming over for the cat-suit - and I felt sure the expression in her eyes had a deeper meaning when she added that she had changed her mind for some reason.

'I took a while getting myself ready, wanting to make myself look as nice as possible for him. I wore my black, see-through blouse with that short skirt you never liked Mum.' she said as she turned to Helen - and from somewhere in my memories of what she had told me about the times with Luke I recalled her vivid descriptions of an outfit like that and wondered if it were the same one.

'Everything went really well, the dinner was fine, the wine just right and Mike was obviously enjoying both. We were talking and laughing easily together - I was pleased to see that he literally couldn't keep his eyes off the display I was making of myself and steered the conversation around to his ranger friends' experiences again as a way getting him thinking sexy thoughts.

After we'd finished eating I made us some coffee and we sat there talking for quite some time, while we had that and finished off the wine. By then I could see he was starting to get randy - you know that look men get in their eyes when they're getting excited Mum - so as I cleared the things off the table I flaunted myself a bit, just to wind him up even more, then leaned over his shoulder, slid my hands down over his stomach and whispered in his ear that he might like me to make a bit of a fuss of him.

He guessed what I had in mind and although when it came to it he seemed a bit reluctant, as he went along with it I didn't take too much notice of that. I didn't have a hood of course and felt a bit silly about trying to blind-fold him as you did with Roger, Mum - anyway, I thought that seeing me in my new under-wear would actually stir him up even more than just imagining what I looked like. The ropes and shackles weren't as easy to put on as your system sounded but I managed to do a reasonable job and don't mind admitting that when I'd finished and I stood back and looked at him, I started getting some very sexy feelings.




Those Days of...Ch. 41-45



I took my blouse and skirt off then fiddled around for a bit as I folded and put them away, letting him get a really good look at me in my new bra and panties. He'd had a partial hard-on when I started undressing him, which got progressively harder as I tied him up and by the time I'd finished fiddling and turned back to look at him it had become fully erect - and very tempting!

I'd bought some massage oil and told him I was going to relax him by giving him one then slipped between his legs so I could start on his back. As I had no intention of ruining my new things I slipped them off before I started and once I had oiled his back I let him know I was naked by pressing myself tight against him and rubbing my breasts over it. That felt nice for me too and I began to get quite turned on and my pussy felt really hot and wet.

Once I'd given his back a good going over I slid back through his legs and could tell by the state his cock was in that there was a lot of pressure building up inside but even so I took my time oiling his chest. My nipples had got erect by then and as my breasts bobbed around as I worked the oil into him I saw how intently he was staring down at them - and then how little drops of pre-cum had started to ooze out of the tip of his quivering cock.

All that time I'd carefully avoided touching it but by then I was getting pretty hot myself - and it was looking just too good to resist. So, although I'd actually planned to do a few more things to him before I got him off, I kneeled in front of him and licked it clean, lifting myself as it jerked violently upwards, then slipped my lips over it, sucking that lovely, silky head inside my mouth, tasting the slight saltiness of the stuff that had coated it.

Then I used my hands, which were covered with the massage oil of course and could tell by the way he groaned and thrust himself forwards that he absolutely loved the slick feel of them gliding up and down, making his cock even harder and hotter of course - and quite soon after that he climaxed. It wasn't anything like the one you had Roger, the first load didn't shoot anywhere as near as far as yours did - but it was still amazingly powerful and there was so much of it coming out of him that I couldn't resist taking the rest of it in my mouth.

After that I untied him and while I went for a face-cloth and towel, to clean him up a bit, he sat on the floor, getting his breath and his strength back - but watching and feeling him come as hard as he did had only made me feel even sexier and so by then I was wound-up really tight and hoped that he wouldn't take too long to recover.

Of course getting the oil and other stuff off and then rubbing him dry didn't help the way I was feeling, feeling his muscles, smelling him, feeling his warmth pressing against parts of me as I bent over him, all combined and started driving me a bit crazy.

Right then I just wanted him to throw me down on the floor and fuck me!

But he didn't of course, right then he couldn't have - and I knew that - but that didn't stop me wanting him to do it.'

Barbara paused and Helen and I remained silent, giving her time to calm her obviously whirling thoughts. I was having a bit of trouble with my thoughts too, thoughts and memories. Thoughts of how I'd like her to do for me what she'd done for Mike. Memories of the other time she'd used oil, on her breasts, for me. And knew from what I could feel going on down between my legs, that my cock was responding to the combination of those thoughts and memories.

'While I was cleaning him up, in spite of what I was feeling inside, I couldn't help noticing the way he stared.' Barbara continued after a minute or two.

'But he wasn't staring at me, he was staring at the ropes and shackles that lay on the floor where I'd dropped them. But, even though he continued staring at them even when I had him stand up so I could clean down between his legs, as I was surprised and thrilled, to feel a slight response from his cock as I washed and dried it, right then I didn't care. If looking at them got him back into action that quickly, he could hang them above the bed if he wanted to.

I don't want you to think he got an immediate erection, he's not that potent - but by the time I'd finished cleaning him up his cock was definitely recovering and when I then stood up, put my arms around him and kissed him, I felt it twitch a little as I pressed my thigh against it, which was definitely encouraging.

'Now what?' he asked as our lips parted.

'What would you like?' I asked him.

'No, it's your show, what would you like?'

'Well it really depends on how you feel Mike. I'm ready for anything - but you may want to rest a bit - before you do anything to me I mean.'

'What would you like me to do?'

'I thought you might do something like I've just done for you.'

'You mean you'd like me to tie you up in some way?'

'I think so, yes.'

'Sure?'

It was maddening, like trying to drag hen's teeth. He was fighting me off every step of the way, forcing me to demand he do it to me. That wasn't the way I'd thought it would be, I thought it would be fun - exciting, satisfying of course - but essentially just something a bit different, a bit of fun.

So when after all that he again asked me if I was sure - I said very firmly that I wasn't just sure, I was absolutely positive that was what I wanted.

That seemed to work and he pulled me close again and kissed me, very gently at first, then, as I felt his cock starting to respond again, harder, his tongue swirling around inside my mouth and his fingers digging deep into my bottom as he pulled me, almost roughly, still tighter against himself.

Suddenly he let go of me and after a moment's thought he grabbed me by the hand and picked up the ropes with his other one and pulled me after him, out of the bed-room and down the hall to the kitchen. He didn't bother turning on the light and everything seemed to happen so quickly that I didn't have time to understand what was going on in his head.

It's not a very big kitchen but it has a small, square table up against one wall, that we use for preparing things and, if there's time, for breakfast. Mike dragged it away from the wall, turned it so I was standing at one of the corners and then virtually pushed me face down on to it. Almost before I knew what he was doing he'd put shackles around my wrists and as he then pulled the ropes down around the legs on the other side of the table, he stretched my arms out across the top of it - pulling them so tight that the corner of the table dug quite painfully into me, just above the pubic bone. When he came back round to my side he quickly shackled my ankles, then pushed my legs apart and fastening those to the table legs.

I told him the corner of the table was hurting me - but he took no notice and when I repeated it he grabbed a tea towel - and gagged me with it.

That's when I started to get worried.'

Without knowing what was yet to come I could better understand the reasons for Barbara masturbating that afternoon, when she'd caught Helen and I in the act in our kitchen. Although we had truly been fucking rather than making-love, it was a mutually satisfying activity rather than me forcing myself on an unwilling partner. The fact that it had been happening in the kitchen only made the comparison with her own, apparently unhappy experience even stronger. In her mind she would have been thinking - 'This is how it should have been for me.'

'Once he'd got me immobilised he stood back - the only sound was the thumping of my heart and the sound of him breathing - a gasping, panting sound, as though he'd just finished running a long way.

He stood there for ages and not knowing what he was planning to do next made it even worse, the sexy feelings I'd built up had vanished and the wetness between my legs had become by then just a dry tightness.

Then he slapped me. Quite lightly at first, right on the bottom - and if that's all he'd wanted to do it would have been all right, in fact it might even have been sexy.' she added, glancing up at me. 'But that was just the beginning.

Gradually the slaps got harder and as they did I was forced down harder against the corner of the table - and that hurt just as much as the slaps themselves, if not even more. But even that wasn't enough for him, after a while, when my bottom was feeling as though it was raw, he stopped - and for a few moments I thought that was it, that he'd had enough.

But I was wrong, dead wrong. I heard him moving about behind me, then out of the corner of my eye I saw him opening drawers, looking for something - and shuddered when I saw what he'd pulled out. The other girl that lives in the house is training to be a pastry-cook and does a fair bit of practice at home, amongst the things she uses for that is a big, quite heavy, stainless-steel spatula - and that's what he then used on me.'

As the memory came flooding back Barbara began to sob, Helen was up in a flash and cradled her head against her breast, stroking her hair and making hushing sounds of comfort. After a few moments Helen looked up at me, her eyes also filled with tears. 'Run a bath for me please Roger, not too hot. I'll see what the damage is.'

I recognised that it was time to leave mother and daughter to themselves, so, while Helen took Barbara off through to the bath-room I cleaned up what was left of our meal and did the washing-up, indignant and enraged by what Mike had done, quite clear in my own mind what we should do about it.

It was over an hour before Helen returned and said that Barbara was at last in bed and asleep, I poured us each a stiff drink and asked how badly Barbara had been hurt.

'Not too bad considering. The skin is broken in a few places, they look more like cuts, probably from the edge of that thing he used. But the bruising will be massive, I can't imagine how hard he must have hit her - and don't know how she managed to cover up the pain she must have been in all day. How she managed to sit down is amazing.'

'We'll get the police on to it in the morning.'

'No Roger! No, she's desperately anxious not to do that. It's one reason why she covered up so well, she knew that would be our first reaction. She just couldn't go through with that. Apart from anything else, if he was cornered and had to defend himself, she's almost sure Mike would say she wanted him to do it and, if necessary, talk about the things he knows about us - and none of that would help her. She just wants us to help her get her things back, move back here with us and forget about the whole thing as quickly as possible.'

'I'll ring the bastard right now - tell him I'll be over first thing in the morning.'

'Just wait a minute, think it through a bit darling. If we do that he has all night to stew over it - he might get nasty, I don't know what goes on in a mind like that, do you?'

'No. You're right of course. We should just turn up unannounced, we'll need to be early though.'

'I agree with that. And Barbara should come with us, stay in the car if necessary - but she should be there, let him see she can face him, that she's not hiding behind our backs.'

'Will she be able to do that do you think?'

'We've already talked about it - actually it was her suggestion.'

'Did she say anything more about what happened?'

'Yes darling - and it sounds as though we have that Margaret to thank for some of it, at least for bringing out into the open what may until then have been just a latent tendency of his.'

'Why, what happened?'

'Well, after he'd finished beating her with that thing, which apparently gave him a second erection, he masturbated himself over Barbara's back. When he finally stopped hitting her, she heard him grunting, then felt the gobs of sticky, wet stuff flying all over her.

After he'd finished he started sobbing, mumbling to himself, cursing himself and then he untied her - and expected her to forgive him. She was terrified of course, as well as being in incredible pain - and didn't know what to do. She thought if she lost control he might start in on her again - and who knows what he might have done if he had.

So she told him they'd talk later, after she'd done something about the pain she was in. Luckily she thought quickly and grabbed some salt, poured it into the bath, locked the door and soaked herself for a while - even though she said that was in some ways even more painful than what he'd done to her. But doing that will probably speed-up the healing process.

She thought about getting a taxi and coming back here but didn't know if he'd let her out of the house - or what he might do afterwards if she left. You have to remember that she's very involved with him, you can't suddenly block out all the other feelings because something terrible has happened.

So, when she was feeling a bit more in control of herself she came out of the bath-room and found him still squatting on the floor in the kitchen. He'd had time to calm down too and amazingly, they then actually sat down to talk it through.

It seems that what he told us about the relationship he'd had with Margaret and more importantly, what they got up to together, was a somewhat sanitised version. What actually happened most of the time was that Margaret would have Mike hit and even whip her, then she'd either masturbate him herself or preferably, watch him while he did it over her.'

'And we thought some of the things we got up to were kinky.'

'They may well be kinky darling - but at least we don't hurt anybody, we're all in agreement with whatever we get up to. That's really the point isn't it. I mean, if Margaret wants someone to beat her and jack off on to her that's fine, so long as the other person is happy doing so. It's when someone forces someone else to do something they don't want to do that it all goes wrong.

If you remember what Barbara said, when Mike first smacked her she found that sexually stimulating. If he'd stayed at that level who knows what they might have got up to together, how much extra pleasure they could have given each other. But he couldn't control himself - and that's what's dangerous.'

We drove over to Mike's place early the following morning and though we had to put a cushion in the car for Barbara to sit on and I noticed that she winced each time we hit a particularly bad bump in the road, by comparison with the way she'd been the previous evening, she seemed to be making a good recovery from her frightening and painful experience.

Mike made no protest when I told him why we were there and though he saw Barbara standing on the footpath outside he made no effort to go and speak to her. He seemed to me to be in a state of shock and I wondered if he was just as bewildered by what had happened as Barbara was.

On the return trip I saw through the rear-view mirror that Barbara was quietly crying - and guessed that although that chapter in her life was closed, she still had many regrets to get over.


Chapter 44

Barbara Returns

But almost from the time we got back from collecting her things, Barbara used her work on the house to compensate for the unhappiness she was undoubtedly experiencing, setting up a table in her room and locking herself away to work on the details of her various ideas. I had the agent get me a duplicate set of the plans of the house for her to work from, for some strange reason still not telling her about the attic area and taking out the papers that made reference to it before giving them to her. Obviously I would have to tell her and Helen too, sometime before she finished the rest of the work - but wanted to wait for just the right moment to surprise them. When I spoke with the lawyers about the contracts they told me they would take several weeks to complete, so didn't feel there was any real rush.

But by the end of the following week Barbara had progressed to the point where she needed to talk with the architects who had done the original plans, get them to agree to the changes she had thought of, so they could be incorporated in those going to the council for approval. I realised then that my little secret would come out at such a meeting, so was forced to let her in on it beforehand.

As I still had the spare set of keys I suggested that on the Saturday morning she go around to the house so she could do a final, physical check of her notes and rough sketches and although Helen thought that was a good idea too she was nervous about Barbara being on her own in the empty house and asked that I go with her. So, leaving Helen to get on with things around the flat, Barbara and I went around there after lunch, taking the route through the park, her enthusiastic chatter about the modifications she was still uncertain about not requiring any real comments from me in reply. So as I nodded or made mumbled responses I had time to let my mind wander - and found myself thinking about just why I hadn't mentioned the attic area to them and what thoughts I'd had about what it might be used for.

My initial thought had been for it to be a study - but I really had no need of one. Maybe a place where Helen could do her sewing. But other than normal running repairs, she didn't sew. The agent had said it would make an ideal 'bolt-hole', for when I was in the dog-house. But given the nature of the relationship between Helen and I, I simply couldn't imagine that kind of situation arising.

If I was honest with myself there was only one special purpose I could actually think of us using it for - and that was of course, for sex!

When we got to the house I left Barbara to get on with checking measurements and comparing her notes with the actual structure and went upstairs alone, took the ladder from the cupboard and climbed up into the attic.

I stood with my back to the window and looked around me, trying to let pictures come into my head, pictures of what might be done to it, trying to let my imagination give me a clue as to how it might look. But nothing happened, all I could see were flashes of similar places I had seen in films and none of those were being used for what my thoughts had come up with. I don't honestly know how long I stood there for but suddenly my ineffective thoughts were disturbed by a noise and when I looked around I saw Barbara's head appearing through the trap-door.

'So this is where you got to, I've been looking everywhere for you.

Wow! What's this? I wondered why there was no detail in the plans about the area under the roof - this is fantastic. How did you find it Roger?'

'I didn't exactly find it, the agent showed it to me the first time I came through the house.'

'Why didn't you show it to us, why haven't you mentioned it?'

'I'm not really sure, I had some idea about somehow keeping it as a surprise, getting it fixed up without Helen knowing about it. But of course I can't do that now, I mean, now that you're going to be so involved in the work.'

'As a surprise? Why that's a great idea! We can still keep it as a surprise for Mum, I can keep a secret too you know. But what did you have in mind for it? One thing's certain, we'll have to find some other way of getting up here, that ladder is useless.'

They plan to put in a motorised, folding set of stairs, they'd fit in that section behind the trap-door, apparently there's just enough head-room beneath the roof for them and the motor to be housed there, we'll have a switch on the landing below and they'll extend down beside where the cupboard is at the moment. I've seen a brochure that describes the system, they look good, very solid.'

'So, what did you intend doing with the space, a study, something like that?'

'That was my first thought - but I'd never use it, it would just be a waste. That's why I came up here on my own, I was trying to get some ideas. But it's no use, I don't have the flair that you do, you'll have to help me.'




Those Days of...Ch. 41-45



'But if it's not going to be a study, exactly what sort of things do you think you and Mum would use it for?'

'Well, I was sort of thinking about sex.' I muttered in an embarrassed voice - and then, as I saw her eye-brows rise and a knowing grin appear on her face I added. 'You know, somewhere special, somewhere that would always be set aside for us, for those, well, those special times.'

'You sly old fox. I might have guessed you'd think of something like that. But all the same, I think it's a great idea!'

'The trouble is I don't know what I mean when I say 'special place'. I certainly don't want it looking like a Victorian brothel, nor something that's sterile and practical - nor simply wall to wall mattresses. I can only think what I don't want, not what I do, what Helen would like. You'll have to come up with something for us Barbara.' I added as I turned to look back out of the window.

'For me too?' she asked, as she came and stood beside me. 'Would I get permission to come up here sometimes?'

I slipped my arm around her waist and gave her a hug, realising just how long it had been since I'd done that. 'Of course you would. Any time you wanted to - you know that.'

'Maybe I'm better off sticking to the family for my pleasures - at least that's safe.'

'Now you mustn't think like that Barbara, don't hide yourself away just because you've had one bad experience. There are plenty of young men out there who wouldn't dream of wanting to hurt you - and to be fair, it would probably never have occurred to Mike if he hadn't been so deeply influenced by Margaret.'

'Oh I know that Roger. I wonder who or what triggered that in her in the first place. Maybe her husband, or even her father. Odd isn't it, how things get passed on from one person to another, a bit like a disease in a way.'

'Yes that's true - but don't forget the person has to be susceptible to whatever it is, just as not everyone that's exposed to a germ catches the disease, not everyone that hears about sadism actually becomes a sadist. What Mike did to you might have been triggered by something that happened to him as a child, something that was buried so deep inside his head that he didn't even know it was there. Then, meeting Margaret and experiencing her odd needs re-awoke that event, perhaps even then he wasn't aware of it, maybe it was only in his sub-conscious. He might have gone on all his life quite normally, never knowing that thing was there - then we came along with our ideas - and one thing led to another.

You'll probably never meet another man who has experienced those series of steps that are necessary for him to become violent in that way.'

'I understand what you're saying Roger - and I'm sure you're right. But for now, if you and Mum don't mind, I think I'll be spending most of my time at home, with you two. If you'll have me.' she added, pressing herself closer and looking up at me suggestively.

'You know you don't have to ask that Barbara.' I said quietly as I turned her to face me, pulled her closer, then bent and kissed her moistly waiting lips.

Although it was hard for us both to resist the temptation we didn't make love there - at least not that time - there were just too many things going against us.

I doubt it was merely the lack of furniture that worried us. And if Helen hadn't been at home waiting for us returning there, ending up hot and smelling of sex might not have mattered either. But added to those things was something else, something I think we both felt, something to do with the place itself. It may sound silly but in spite of all that had happened between the three of us, I'm sure Barbara recognised my reluctance to have sex with her in the house that was to become Helen's home, at least before we had first made love there.

But there was plenty of hugging and kissing - and a fair amount of somewhat frantic groping too - and my instant and passionate response to the feel of her in my arms again left Barbara in no doubt as to my body's eagerness to renew our previous experiences together.

We walked back in silence, Barbara presumably busy with her thoughts about the challenge I had presented her with, my own were far less constructive, they were full of her, remembering the times she had excited me, the times she had satisfied me and the various dreams and fantasies in which she had played a key role - as well as thoughts about what other experiences there might yet be for us.

On our return Barbara headed straight for her room, to do more work on her plans and as Helen was sitting in the lounge-room, reading, I joined her there. She looked up from her book and smiled.

'How did it go darling?'

'Fine, just fine. I think Barbara's got everything she needs now, though she still has quite a bit to do before we meet with the architects. She's gone to her room to do some of it now.'

'How is she?'

'She seems to be coping well, there's a spark of the old Barbara there, though she's still got to work through her disappointment about Mike. We'll need to be careful that the experience doesn't jaundice her view of men in general, there's a risk she'll simply bury herself away, avoid chances of meeting somebody new.'

'Bury herself in work you mean?'

'Yes, that - and here, with us.'

'Did she say that?'

'Yes.'

'Did she do more than talk about it?'

'How do you mean?'

She grinned at me. 'I mean just that - did she do more than talk about returning to us, was she, well let's say, demonstrative?'

I gave her a half smile. 'If you mean did we have sex together, the answer's no we didn't. If you mean did she show that she wanted me to, yes she did.'

'Was her bottom still too sore darling?'

'Probably, though I didn't ask. It's going to be our home, yours and mine - and until you and I have, shall we say, christened it, I won't be having sex with Barbara or anyone else in there.'

'That's a sweet thought, thank you Roger. But she's not going to become totally celibate just because she's split from Mike, we'll need to understand she still has needs and that she'll need to have them fulfilled.'

I grinned and said. 'So we'll have to put more red meat in my diet. Is that what you're saying?' She laughed, put her book down and came over and sat down on my knee.

'Something like that. I've become accustomed to having my needs fully met and certainly don't fancy having my ration cut down, so if we expect you to, shall we say, meet a heavier work-load, it's up to us to take extra good care of you. That's only fair.'

She stopped me from answering by bending down and kissing me, compared with Barbara's feverish kisses it was soft and undemanding, yet my body still responded as strongly as it had to Barbara's and as her lips remained glued to mine I returned it with rapidly growing interest.

Dinner was quite like old times, Barbara was obviously feeling very much more cheerful than she had been for the last few days and although they chatted happily together I could sense a subtle but still definite sense of friendly competitiveness in the air between the two of them - and guessed that as soon as her bottom had lost its soreness my services would be in heavy demand.

Naturally I enjoyed myself, what man wouldn't, having two beautiful and sexy women not only eager to share him but also eager to please him in return was a fantasy come true.

As well as having the pleasure of anticipating delights soon to come, I had the more immediate pleasure of once again being able to enjoy the sight of Barbara and of course especially her breasts. Since she had returned she had got into the habit of getting about in any old thing, as though she was wanting to completely hide herself from view. But that evening when she came to join us for dinner we could both immediately tell that the Barbara we knew so well had returned - a shortish skirt showed off her legs and a thin white, tight-fitting top literally flaunted her breasts - and as we ate I found my eyes constantly drifting across to the sight of them - and felt my cock responding as it always had.

We sat around the table for ages, mainly talking about the house and Barbara's ideas for it, there were several times when I thought she was about to let something drop about the attic but each time her eyes caught my anxious look and she either gave me a slow wink or a knowing grin.

After we had finally got around to clearing away the dinner things she said she still had some things to finish off and headed for her room and though I was sorry to be deprived of the sight of her, when Helen suggested we get to bed early - and made it very clear by the way she said it and more importantly, what she did with her hands as she spoke, that sleep was not the thing that was on her mind - I unhesitatingly agreed with her.

I shut the bed-room door behind me and turned to see her standing, waiting for me - I took her head between my hands, tilted her face up and kissed her, very, very gently - but even so, felt a distinct shiver run through her body as I then let my lips brush her cheek and then kissed each of her closed eye-lids in turn as my hands drifted down her neck and across her shoulders.

Apart from the faint tremors that I felt run through her from time to time, she stood quite still, her arms hanging loosely at her sides, savouring the sweetness of my tiny kisses, leaving it to me to make the next move - and I was in no rush. Though I felt my body immediately responding to the scent and closeness of her I too wanted to savour what was to come.

She was wearing the same blouse she had worn the evening we had been to see the film with Barbara's look-alike in it and I knew from what I had seen during dinner that, like that evening, she wasn't wearing a bra beneath it - and when I finally got around to trying to undo it my fingers had just as much trouble with the tiny buttons as they had that time. But as their fumbling gradually undid them one by one, exposing the firm, ripe swell of her breasts beneath, I bent and let my lips trail down the side of her neck and on down to the silky curves below and when the last button was freed and I straightened up to kiss her mouth again, I let my finger-tips brush lightly over them, thrilling as I felt her nipples instantly respond to my touch, then slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor behind her.

To boost her slowly growing arousal I cupped and gently played with the full weight of her breasts, gradually increasing the pressure as I slowly squeezed and kneaded them, every now and then testing the stiffness of her nipples by letting my thumbs slip up over them, teasing her.

'You're so beautiful darling.' I whispered in her ear. 'I'll never get enough of you, you know that.'

'Nor I you lover.' she sighed, then lifted her hands and pulled my head down so I could use my lips and tongue to continue what my hands had started and sighed more deeply as I began. I varied what I did, sometimes sweeping my tongue up over her curving flesh, keeping it flat as I skimmed around their sensitive centres, sometimes using just the tip to tease the spiky points, then taking them between my lips, lightly nibbling or sucking them and finally, sucking as much of her breast in my mouth as I could manage, while continuing to work on the nipples with my tongue.

As she luxuriated in the pleasure-glow I gave her I slipped my hand around behind her, initially holding her steady then slipping lower, down over the curve of her bottom until I could get my hand up underneath her skirt - gliding up over the backs of her thighs and cupping and squeezing her cheeks, spreading them sufficiently for my fingers to burrow into the cleft between them.

It soon became very obvious that the combination of what my mouth, lips, tongue and hands were doing was arousing her much deeper needs and when I knelt and undid the fastening that held her skirt I heard her moan softly in anticipation of what I planned to do next. When the skirt fell around her ankles I paused for a moment, enjoying the familiar sight of the curving mound above her sex, breathing in the heady scent of her arousal that grew stronger as I eased her panties down, supporting her as she lifted each leg in turn so I could take them off. Then used my stiffened tongue to part the thick curly hair, searching for the fleshy button beneath.

But before I could, she took my head in her hands and whispered as she gently pushed it away from herself.

'Before we go any further, let's get your things off too lover.'

'In a minute darling, but first things first.' I replied as I pushed her backwards until she had no choice but to sit down on the side of the bed, then I eased her legs apart and slid myself up between them. Giving in to the inevitable, Helen lay back, relaxed, spreading her legs wider, giving me easier access to herself.

Again I took my time, not darting straight for the core, kissing the incredibly soft skin on her inner thighs, slowly working my way upwards, almost lazily licking around, over and between the moistly pouting lips of her pussy for a long time before finally shifting myself even closer and only then reaching for the hard ridge of her clit.

'Oh lover! Lover that's so good, you can't believe how good that feels. Don't stop, whatever you do, just don't stop!' she moaned, her hands holding my head firmly in place as my tongue flicked and probed.

As her excitement grew even stronger I felt her body arching slightly and slipped my hands up beneath her, gripping her cheeks tightly, lifting her higher still, taking her pussy in my mouth, thrusting my tongue deep inside and sucking out the rapidly accumulating juices.

Her moans grew louder, then more forceful, finally turning to muffled grunts as what I was doing to her rapidly increased the mounting pressure inside her and then I felt her buttocks tightening rhythmically as the first small waves signalled her approaching orgasm. Feeling those signals, I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and raked it up over the pleasure-ridge above, increasing the speed and intensity of my lapping as the exquisite sensations she was experiencing drove her closer, ever closer to her climax.

Then, with a sudden sharp cry, her hips thrust even higher, her hands jammed my head hard up against herself and her rolling orgasm took over. But of course I didn't simply stop what had brought it on. Although she was writhing and heaving so much it was difficult to maintain both my grip and my tongue's flickering I somehow managed to hang on to her pleasure wracked body. And in those moments between one peak and another I sucked and swallowing what I could of the seemingly endless flow pouring from her spasming pussy.

But of course, in time they lessened in intensity, their frequency slowed and finally appeared to stop. Her body lay limp and exhausted, her breathing a series of rasping gasps, her fingers lightly ruffling my hair as she waited for her racing blood and frantically pounding heart to return to normal. As she relaxed her grip of me I lifted myself up to sit beside her, bent over, turned her face towards me and kissed her full on the mouth, my lips still wet with what I had sucked out of her.

'That was unbelievably wonderful darling.' she whispered when the kiss ended. 'Now I want you, properly, feel your cock inside me, your big, strong cock.'

I got up and began to strip off, Helen lifting herself on to her elbows, watched every move.

'That looks good darling.' she said quietly when she saw the solid bulge my cock made in my pants, almost absentmindedly slipping one hand down between her thighs and letting her fingers trail over the moist tenderness between them as she saw my fully engorged cock spring up, quivering and jerking as I looked down at her waiting body.

There was no point in delaying things further, even though she was still recovering from a more than satisfying climax I could see from the look in her eyes that she was more than ready for another - and the time I had taken in building it for her had wound me up too much to be able to wait any longer. Within a matter of seconds I had the full length of my cock deep inside her and then felt the quickly mounting thrills as I began to stroke powerfully in and out of her still hungry sex.

I had half expected that my on again, off again arousal during the afternoon, the meal and then as I had ministered to Helen's needs would result in my own orgasm coming quickly - but I was wrong. I surprised myself with my staying power - and judging by the sounds she made, Helen too. Long before I felt that deep inner surge that would signal my own impending crisis I heard her familiar groans and cries as my rock-hard cock stroked steadily in and out of her spasming cunt and I think I gave her at least two more, smaller climaxes before I felt my own finally approaching.

I looked down at her, her deeply flushed face and neck, her hard-tipped breasts, bouncing each time I thrust forward, her stomach, flattened by the tension in the underlying muscles, and lower, the sight of my own rigid shaft pistoning in and out of her hot, contracting pussy. As my eyes wandered back up again Helen's opened and stared up into mine - dark, misted eyes, glazed by the pleasures coursing through the rest of her body. But, as my balls tightened and prepared to fire off their contents I saw that in spite of what was happening inside her own body she was watching me intently - and in the split second before mine clamped shut I saw a look of happy satisfaction as she saw reflected on my face the force of my own gut-wrenching orgasm.

My own, more guttural cries blended with her higher-pitched squeals of joy as I unloaded the mass that had been building since that afternoon and as we noisily bucked and heaved together I couldn't hold back a brief thought of Barbara, lying alone in her bed, no doubt listening to us, perhaps fingering herself as she imagined herself on the receiving end of my fountaining cock.

Later, as we lay side by side in the darkness, letting our bodies slowly recover from the intensity of the pleasures we had each experienced, Helen squeezed my hand.

'I love watching you come you know. That's one disadvantage of doing it the other way, not being able to see you I mean. Your face gets so scrunched up, it's as though you are in the most incredible pain. But knowing it's actually pleasure, pleasure that I'm giving you, makes it wonderful for me - and increases the intensity of what I'm feeling too.'

'I know what you mean darling, I get a kick out of seeing you climax too, especially watching the way your body reacts, seeing you lose control of yourself. And I love listening to the sounds you make.'

'I think I was even a bit noisier than usual that time, wasn't I?'

'Maybe just a bit.'

'Do you think Barbara would have heard us.'

'She'd have to be either deaf or sound asleep not to.'

'That would be frustrating for her wouldn't it.'

'If you're thinking what I think you are, forget it. For one thing I don't have the energy left and for another, I'm very happy just being here with you.'

She gave my hand another squeeze. 'That's nice darling. But we mustn't forget her, mustn't let her drift back to how she was before. You were so marvellous, the way you helped her out of that depression, I don't want to see her slip back in to it again.'

'Having the house to work on will help, I'm taking her along with me when I meet the architects next week, whatever comes out of that will keep her busy. But of course we'll keep an eye on her too and if things start to look bad we'll do something about it.'

A short while later Helen drifted off to sleep but I lay there for a while longer, my thoughts revolving around the three of us and the new house. Wondering what ideas Barbara would come up with for the attic area and what pleasures lay in store for Helen and I, perhaps all three of us, up there.




Those Days of...Ch. 41-45



Chapter 45

Serious Planning

During the following day I rang the agent and asked him to make arrangements for us to meet the architects and when he called back to see if the next Friday was convenient I rang Barbara to check if she could get time off from her work and once she had got the O.K. from her boss the meeting was set.

I felt a real buzz of excitement all afternoon, somehow just fixing a time for the meeting brought the reality of the house a little closer and though I knew there would be a lot of work and no doubt even more frustration during the coming weeks and months, I felt sure it would all be more than worthwhile in the long run. So, as I'd wanted to share that feeling with Helen, I was a bit disappointed when I got home that evening to find that I was the first in. I didn't have to wait too long before I heard the sound of the front door opening but when I peered down over the stairs I saw it was Barbara, not Helen.

She joined me in the kitchen, where I was getting dinner started.

'Hi Barbara! Your boss didn't have too many objections to your having time off?'

'No, as you know, I've been working late a fair bit lately, I guess he's still in front at this stage.'

'Do you have much more to do to get everything ready by Friday?'

'Some, not too much. I'll get most of it finished after dinner tonight, then the three of us can spend tomorrow evening going over it, if there's anything you want changed that still gives me a couple of evenings to get everything finished.'

'How's the attic area coming along? Any ideas yet?'

'Well for one thing it'll need to be sound-proofed.'

'What?' I said, looking across at her questioningly.

'Sound-proofed, you know, protect the rest of the house from whatever noise is generated up there. Last night made me realise just how noisy you two can be when you get going.' she answered with a cheeky grin.

So I had been right, she hadn't been asleep and she had heard the sounds of our enthusiastic love-making.

'I thought we were a bit noisier than usual. Sorry if we disturbed you.'

'I was already disturbed Roger, I'd been that way since the afternoon, when we were at the house. Hearing you at it just made the way I was feeling all the more frustrating - and although I got myself off it wasn't really what I wanted right then. If you know what I mean.'

'I understand Barbara, it's not an easy time for you right now - but someone else will come along, someone that's really right for you.'

I know, I know - but until then, I may need your help from time to time.' she replied as she came around and stood beside me, her eyes staring deep into mine.

If just then we hadn't heard the front door opening I'm sure we would have done something about her problem straight away but hearing the sound of Helen's foot-steps coming up the stairs, we went back to getting the meal ready.

After dinner, Barbara disappeared into her room to finish what still had to be done to her plans and as Helen and I cleared away I told her that something Barbara had said to me had made it clear she had heard us the previous night.

'I suppose she's feeling a bit deprived at the moment, after all, from what she told us she and Mike were even more active than you and I are darling - we all get used to having sex regularly, don't we. Did, she say anything else?'

'She did say she might need my help sometime, if that's what you mean.'

'Mmm, I thought so.' Helen replied quietly, then went silent for a while, obviously thinking hard.

It was some time later, when we were sitting watching TV together that she let me in on her thoughts.

'I've been thinking about my parents. It's been a while since we went up to see them.' She began.

What she said was true enough, we had driven up to the country town where the elderly couple lived just once since we'd been together and that had been for a week-end very early in our relationship. I had taken an instant liking to them and I think they felt the same way about me. Helen's mother was a typical country-woman, bustling around, cooking, heavily involved in community activities. Her father was a few years older, not in the best of health and less energetic - but his mind was still sharp and I'd had several pleasant hours just sitting talking with him.

'We are going to get much busier, once the house gets under way, aren't we? I mean there'll be furniture and things to choose, curtains to make, all those things.'

'True.' I said. 'Are you thinking we should pay them a visit before then?'

'Actually I was thinking perhaps I should.'

'Alone? Why?'

'Well, you're going to be tied up with the planning things, with the lawyers, the architects - and Barbara...'

As her voice trailed off I suddenly thought I realised what she was driving at.

'You want to give Barbara and I a week-end together?'

'Well - what do you think?'

'I'm honestly not sure darling.' I answered, playing for time as I tried to settle the thoughts that her suggestion had sent spinning through my head. Thoughts of Barbara and I, a whole week-end together, time to do some of the things she had intimated she would like to - and some of those I had dreamed of doing with her.

'Don't you think you're rushing things a bit, after all it's only been a few days since her split from Mike - it's not as if she's been sex-starved for weeks or months.'

'It's not just the sex itself darling, though I'm sure she's noticing the difference already, I would - and I think if you're honest, you would too, as I said, it's amazing how quickly we get used to a certain regularity. Even you and I started to get a bit scratchy with each other towards the end of those few weeks when we were both working all those extra hours.

But forgetting that for a minute. I'm concerned that having been so disappointed by the first younger man she's allowed herself to get involved with in a long, long time, she might just slip back into her old state of depression. And we both put too much effort into getting her out of that to risk seeing her go backwards again.

You can understand that, can't you?'

'Of course I can. I just don't want to risk her taking what we might see as being the easy way out - getting a fixation on me instead of meeting a variety of men, some good, some not so good - that's the way it is for all of us isn't it.

Although she's a beautiful and very, very sexy young woman - and I don't have to tell you that she has no trouble turning me on any time at all, I love you, and there's no way in the world I'm going to put what we've got at risk, no matter how marvellous the sex might be - no matter what the reason for it is, or who it is I'm having it with.'

'I understand that Roger - and I love you all the more for saying it. But Barbara is different, she's been through very, very bad times - and really we are the only people who can help her right now. What I'm suggesting is only a stop-gap, I'm sure she'll meet someone new soon and I agree with what you said, about her having to go through a few rough spots before she finds the right man.

But I honestly think that right now she's at risk of hitting rock bottom - and of course seeing us together and then hearing us, as you said she did last night. By the way, how did that come up?'

'It was a bit of a joke I think, I'm not really sure now, she said something about being kept awake for a while.' I answered vaguely, hoping Helen wouldn't probe any further, the last thing I wanted to do was to have to tell her about the sound-proofing Barbara had suggested might be necessary for the attic.

'She probably lay there listening to us, imagining being made love to herself. That's what I'm worried about - if we go on as we're used to, she'll feel deprived, if we don't, then you and I suffer.

On the other hand, if I get out of the way sometimes, go and see my parents, work late occasionally, that would give her the opportunity of letting off a bit of steam, with you.

That's not too much to ask, is it?'

'If you put it like that, of course not.'

'O.K., I'll give them a ring tomorrow, see when would be a good time for them for me to go up. I can tell them all about the house and how Barbara's helping us, they'll get a kick out of that.'

Later, after Helen had fallen asleep beside me, I lay there, my thoughts automatically turning to Barbara and what might come from Helen's idea and although we had made love, much less noisily than the previous night, just those thoughts were enough to revive my appetite and the dreams that followed during the night were filled with images of Barbara - and what we might do to each other when the time came.

After dinner the following evening the three of us settled down in the lounge-room, the architects' plans and Barbara's notes and sketches spread on the floor around us and I was relieved to see that there were no drawings relating to the attic amongst them. As Barbara explained what she had done we began to realise how much work she had put in and just how good her ideas were - and she could tell that our praise and congratulations were completely genuine. She explained that she still had a few minor details to sort out but that she would have everything finished well before our meeting on the following Friday.

After we had added a few small ideas of our own Barbara rolled up the papers and said she'd go and do a little more work before going to bed.

'Oh, by the way.' Helen said as Barbara finished gathering up her papers. 'I was talking to Gran and Pop today and of course they asked when they were going to see us, as they always do. I said I could go up there this week-end.'

'Oh Mum, not this week-end. We've got the meeting on Friday and I'm sure that will raise a number of things that have to be changed - and we want to be able to get the plans finished quickly so they can go to the council.'

'I know darling, I understand that - but it's been weeks and weeks since Roger and I went. I know you two will have a lot to do, that's why I said I would go.'

'On your own?'

'Yes, I've often done that before.'

I carefully avoided looking at Barbara, though I noticed her glancing at me and hoped that what was going through her mind right then was similar to the thoughts that I'd had the previous night.

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