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Those Days of...Ch. 61-65

By: TonyDowse



The following material is sexually explicit erotica.

If you are offended by hard-core pornography close this file.

Chapter 61

Helen Returns Home

I don't think either of us stirred very much that night and I have no memory of dreaming but the following morning, like most men, I woke with one of those so called piss-proud erections. I was frankly amazed to see and feel it in such apparently good shape after all the work it had done during the previous couple of days.

Barbara was already up and as I lay there quietly for a few minutes I thought back over what had happened since Helen had left for work on the Friday - and realised that since then I had in fact climaxed seven times!

The exhilarating foot-job Barbara had given me when we returned from lunch that day and the double climax I'd had later that night, when she'd got me to wear her slightly modified panty-hose. The 'morning glory' we'd had early Saturday. Maureen's hand-job at the exhibition. The fast and furious fuck in the yard behind the restaurant - and finally the massive load I'd pumped up Barbara's arse just a few hours earlier.

And I had literally lost count of the number of times in between those, when my cock had been brought to either a partial or full erection.

Just as I swung myself out of bed to go to the bath-room Barbara came back in with a cup of tea and of course got an eyeful of my cock.

'There's no doubt about you.' she said, with a wistful, almost longing look on her face as she put the cup down on the bed-side table. 'You've got more stamina than many, even younger men. I'd love to take advantage of that. But.' she added in a tone that indicated she'd also love me to disagree with her. 'I've had far more than my fair share already, Mum will be home this evening, so we have to leave something for her. Don't we?'

'Yes we do Barbara. And though it may look fighting fit, I can assure you that after the work-out you've given it over the last couple of days, if I'm not going to disappoint her it'll need all the rest I can give it today.

Anyway, you've got Steve to look forward to this evening.'

'I doubt I'll be much good to him today, after what you did to me last night I've got a very sore rear-end.'

'Oh Barbara, I'm sorry.' I said, my voice reflecting my very genuine concern.

'Don't worry.' she said reassuringly as she bent to kiss me. 'That was exactly what I wanted. I wouldn't have missed it, any of it, for anything.

Now, to be really fair to Mum, we'd better make sure we get all the chores done before she gets home. I'll have some breakfast ready for us in about fifteen minutes so why don't we eat, then shoulders to the wheel, noses to the grind-stone.'

After a quick breakfast we set to and cleaned the flat, got the washing done and fixed all the other day-to-day chores around the place. Then, while Barbara put some finishing touches to her plans for the house I showered then went out and bought some flowers and a few things to go with Helen's welcome home dinner that night. So it was several hours later, when we sat down for a late lunch, before Barbara and I really had a chance to talk to each other.

'It really was a great couple of days, wasn't it Roger.' she said after we'd been eating for a few minutes. 'We've got a lot to thank Mum for.'

'It certainly was - and yes we have.'

'Which was your favourite time?' she asked, so eagerly that I couldn't hold back a chuckle as I answered.

'I'll assume your referring to the times we had sex - and in that case I don't think I'd like to try and pick a favourite Barbara, each time was so different - and each was special in its own way.

How about you?'

'I know what you mean - and in a way I agree with you, each time was fantastic. But last night has to be the most memorable.'

'Even after the soreness wears off?' I asked with another chuckle.

'Yes even after that, you brute!' she said laughingly. 'It'll always be special because yet again it was just as though you were able to read my mind.'

'What exactly do you mean by that?'

'Well, while we were out I'd been thinking about the things we'd done together - and then thought about what we hadn't, what I'd like you to do - and when we got up here, you did it, just as though you'd read my thoughts.'

'When were you having those thoughts?'

'Oh, in the cab, on the way home.'

'I thought you were tired.'

'You thought I was drunk you mean.' she giggled.

'Well yes, I did think the wine had gone to your head, you said so in fact.'

'Oh it had, I admit I was a bit tipsy - but just enough to free-up my thoughts - and my thoughts were a mix of five memories.'

'Five?'

'Yes. One - that last evening at Mike's - I mean before he beat me so hard - how excited I got when he was just smacking me. Two - the incredible climax I had that time you smacked me. Three - the memory of the time you tied me up, down by the river. Four - the time I caught you and Mum at it in the kitchen, you know, when you were fucking her arse, and of course how it felt for me, the previous night, when you came the second time, when you had your cock up mine.

I was day-dreaming about somehow having all those sensations combined into one. Combining to give me a sort of super-climax.

And that's exactly what you did - as I said, it was just as though you'd read my thoughts. It was marvellous Roger, absolutely marvellous!'

'For me too remember. But then the whole time has been - from the first night, when you got me to wear your re-designed panty-hose. The week-end has been simply fantastic, all of it.'

'We certainly made the most of the opportunity Mum gave us, didn't we.' she said, grinning across the table at me.

'We certainly did. But you didn't keep your promise.'

'What promise?'

'That you'd wear your new cat-suit for me - remember what you said when I suggested it Friday evening? You said. 'I'd love to wear it for you - but it's not terribly practical for sitting around in. I'll put on something a bit more comfortable for now, keep it for later, to revive your flagging spirits.' Remember all that?'

'Of course I do - and I'm sorry we never got around to it. But to be fair, I never really noticed your spirits flagging too much.' Adding with a cheeky grin. 'You seem to have had an almost permanent erection anyway, without too much extra encouragement from me.'

'O.K. that's fair comment - but one day.'

'Maybe Roger, but we might not get another opportunity.'

I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but as I didn't want to probe too deeply right then, I ignored the comment, asking instead. 'But more importantly just now, have you got everything ready for this evening, for when you meet Steve?'

'I've tried the outfit on, it's fine - the plans are all done - so I guess I'm all set.'

'May I ask what are you going to wear underneath the new outfit?' I asked - and noticed that she hesitated before answering.

'I was thinking about wearing that new set of undies, the one you saw me in. But I won't if you'd rather I didn't.' she added hastily.

I vividly remembered how she'd looked - the stunning contrast between the whiteness of her skin and the black, silky material, the half cup bra lifting her luscious breasts, highlighting the deep valley, displaying the full swell of their curves and nipples. Below, the minute bikini panties, merely a vee-shaped piece of material that barely covered the full swell of her mound, its sides fitting high on her hip, making her legs appear even longer. And of course below that the black, self-supporting stockings, fitting high up her thighs. Then, completing the almost fantasy-like outfit, the black, high-heeled shoes, which made her look even more sexy. I also remembered the effect that just looking at her had had on me, how I'd felt sure I could have come from simply looking at her - or at least from looking and imagining the feel of those beautiful, silkily stockinged legs being wrapped around some part of me.

'Do you mind Roger?' I heard her ask when I'd remained silently lost in thought for too long.

'Oh! Oh sorry Barbara - I was remembering all too clearly how you'd looked. Just recalling the picture you made had almost as powerful an effect on me as actually seeing you like that did. But no, of course I don't mind, I've had my treat, give Steve his.

But you said you were still sore from last night?'

She giggled shyly then explained. 'I don't really expect it to matter too much tonight Roger. But just in case I've been putting plenty of cream on myself during the day.'

'I'll be amazed if he doesn't make a move - and even more amazed if you rebuff him.'

'Fair comment - but that doesn't mean he'll want it that way, not the first time anyway.'

'True - but you might.' I said, giving her a knowing grin.

'Oh I can bide my time Roger. Find out a bit more about him before I try that. After all I've known you for months, fucked with you many, many times - and it's only this week-end that we've done it that way.'

'You've never mentioned it before.'

'You've never seemed to want it.'

'Maybe I'm a bit shy about actually asking.'

'Why?'

'Well let me ask why haven't you asked me to do it that way for you?'

'Yes, I see what you mean. Silly isn't it.' she paused for a few moments, obviously deep in thought, then asked. 'Is there anything else, something you'd really like, that you haven't got around to asking for?'

'I can't think of anything, we seem to have tried most things Barbara.'

'Mmm.'

'How about you?'

'Oh, a couple of things. Nothing important.' she added quickly.

'Hey, that's not fair, speak up.'

'As I said, it's not that important Roger, if it was I would have said something, especially during this week-end.'

Again, as there had been when she'd made the cryptic comment about there not being another opportunity for her to wear the cat-suit for me, there was an almost wistful tone in her voice.

'All the same, I'd like to know - if for no other reason, just to satisfy my curiosity.'

'O.K. Well we got part the way with one thing, what happened with Maureen I mean. But as I told you this morning, I wanted to do it, wanted to do it as that girl at the university did it for you - I wanted it to be somewhere more public.'

'Like in the dress shop?'

'Yes, that could have been fun!'

'Is that it?'

'Well, as well as doing it for you somewhere like that, I'd love having you fuck me in a similar sort of situation - you know, somewhere where somebody might see us. I think that would be incredibly exciting. There was just a little bit of that sort of feeling at the restaurant last night, even though there really wasn't too much risk that somebody would follow us. I think somewhere quite crowded would be infinitely better.'

She paused for a moment, obviously remembering something, before continuing.

'I know how excited I get from watching someone else - I think knowing someone was secretly watching me would be even better.'

'I didn't realise simply watching was a turn-on for you.'

'Oh yes! It always has been, it really gets me going, the times I've seen you and Mum have been great. Seeing a big, strong cock in action is absolutely marvellous - even if I'm not going to get the benefit of it myself.'

'Maybe we should get some of those porno videos for you.' I suggested with a smile.

'If they were good ones I'm sure I'd enjoy them. But real life is better.'

'Apart from your mother and I, when else have you had a chance of watching?'

'Oh I spied on Mum and Luke a few times, even before Luke and I had been together, when I was just starting to go through puberty. Then there was a girl I was very friendly with at school, she was more adventurous than I was at that time, had a serious boy friend, that she was having sex with. I went out with them a few times, just to stop her parents getting suspicious you see - and kept a look-out for them while they did it, at least that's what I was supposed to be doing - actually I spent more time watching them. And even though I usually couldn't actually see very much detail I saw enough to get myself off a few times.

That's one reason why I like hearing about people's experiences, so I can visualise it - it really turns me on.'

'I've noticed that.' I said with a laugh.

'Yes, I suppose you would have.' he agreed with a smile. 'We can't change who we are, can we.'

'No - and I for one certainly wouldn't want you to change in any way Barbara. Your frankness and openness are both refreshing and very, very stimulating - don't change a thing.'

'I wouldn't know how to Roger. Now, let's clear this lot away, then I must start getting myself ready. What's your plan?'

'I'll start getting things ready for our dinner, so there's less to do when your mother gets home.'

'Giving you more time for the more important things.' she answered cheekily.

'Something like that.'

Once we'd washed-up our lunch dishes Barbara headed for the bath-room and I began preparing what I could for Helen's welcome home dinner.

I was nearly finished, when the phone rang, it was Helen. 'Hi lover!' she said. 'I didn't expect you to answer so quickly.'

'I was just nearby, in the kitchen. Where are you?'

'Nearly home, about twenty minutes away.'

'What's wrong?'

'Nothing.'

'Why the call then?'

'I just thought I'd let you know I was on my way.'

I suddenly understood. 'You mean you didn't want to risk walking in on us if we were, well how shall I put it? Otherwise engaged, in flagrante delecto, as they say. Is that it?'

'Sort of.'

'We've spent the day cleaning and dusting, now Barbara's getting herself ready for another man, I'm busy getting dinner for you and I - it's a very domestic scene here. Come on home and spice things up a bit for me.' I added with a chuckle.

'Coming right now!' she said with a much brighter tone in her voice before hanging up.

I called out to Barbara that her mother was nearly home then had just enough time to finish what I'd been doing and tidy the kitchen before I heard the front door opening - hearing that I raced down the stairs, took her in my arms and we passionately kissed and hugged each other, as though we had been separated for several weeks, not just a couple of days.

The feel of her in my arms, the scent of her perfume, the eagerness of her lips and tongue, all worked together to remind me how much I loved her - and of her own special brand of sexual magic too. The intense and satisfying excitement of the many things Barbara and I had enjoyed during the short time we'd had together suddenly faded by comparison with the surge of very real emotion that flooded through me as I simply held Helen in my arms.

'I've missed you. Next time, I'm coming with you.' I whispered when we finally broke for air.

Her eyes shone with pleasure as she answered. 'Good. They were sorry you couldn't make it.' Then she gave me a cheeky smile as she added. 'But I didn't think you would have had time to really miss me!'

'Oh we've been busy all right - but, well, let's just say I'm very glad you're home darling.'

'That's even better. Now, I left the car door open so we'd better get my things out of it before somebody walks off with them.'

By the time we'd carried back upstairs her few things and a box of home-grown vegetables her mother had insisted she bring back with her, Barbara had re-appeared from the bath-room and while they hugged each other I put the kettle on for some tea and started putting the vegetables away.

I was bending over, putting the last of them in the fridge when Helen returned, she came up behind me, reached her arms around my waist, pulled herself tight and buried her head in the curve of my shoulder.

'I feel as though I've been away for weeks, not days.' she whispered. 'I hadn't realised how much I'd miss you. And especially this part of you!' she added as one hand slid down to my crotch and squeezed me. 'I couldn't get the thought of our love-making out of my head. I've had to get myself off a couple of times, once while I was driving home.'

'That could have been dangerous.' I said, her words suddenly sparking the memory of the dream I'd had, about Greta's look-alike getting herself off in the car.

'I was careful - but in a way it was even more exciting doing it like that.' she said, adding in an even softer voice. 'I might get you to do it for me one day - and I'd love doing it for you. Do you remember the day I started to, after we'd followed Mike and Barbara?'

'I certainly do.' I answered, the memory of that time flashing back into my mind sharp and clear. 'And next time you do it, you'd better do it properly, not leaving me hanging as you did that time.'

'That's a promise.' she said as she got up, pulled me up with her and as I turned, came back into my arms and offered her lips up to my equally hungry mouth.

As her thigh slipped between my legs and pressed against the already rising hardness of my cock we were interrupted by the sound of Barbara's cough - and breaking apart saw her standing in the door-way, smiling at us.

'I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten something at the shops. You don't mind if I use the car do you Roger? I'll be about three quarters of an hour.' she said as I nodded. Adding with a knowing grin. 'That'll give you time enough, won't it?'

'Plenty!' Helen answered, taking my hand and pulling me towards the bed-room even before Barbara had turned to go.

Actually she was so hot for it that ten minutes would have been sufficient for her, she was half undressed by the time we got to the bed-room and began to climax almost as soon as I slipped my hand down between her legs and felt her pussy. I was even more surprised to discover that I was almost as feverish for her as she was for me - after the volume of semen I'd expended with Barbara since Friday evening I had half expected it would take me a while to build up sufficient to come properly. But though Helen had three or four more before I finally did, when I came it was with just as much force as usual.

'God I've missed you!' she said when we'd finished and having snuggled herself even closer we lay there, locked tight in each other's arms, drifting in and out of a haze of love and satisfied pleasure. 

Some time later we heard Barbara return and a little later still she brought in some tea and biscuits. 'You were in such a rush you left the kettle on and it boiled dry.' she said as she put the plates down beside us. 'Luckily it has one of those cut-out things.' Giggling to herself before saying as she turned to leave again. 'A bit like a man really - full of potential energy, quickly comes to the boil, suddenly lets off a few violent puffs, then - nothing!'

As she closed the door behind her Helen gave me sharp hug and said. 'It sounds as though she's had something of a disappointment over the week-end darling.'

'I wouldn't say that lover. I think she's just stirring.'

'Really?'

'Mmm.'

She pulled herself up and reached out for her tea, saying. 'So, just what did you two get up to then?'

As she lifted and turned herself the sheet slipped down off her breasts, naturally enough my eyes were automatically drawn to the sight of them and I noticed that her nipples, in spite of - or perhaps as a result of the series of intense orgasms she'd just enjoyed, were still erectly swollen.

'Well?' she asked.

'Pardon?'

'If you weren't so busy perving you'd have heard me.' she said with a happy smile. 'I asked what the two of you had got up to over the week-end.'

'Are you sure you want to know?'

'Of course! The reason I went when I did was to give you the chance to find out whether Barbara had any sort of problem. You assured me over the phone that she doesn't - and that everything between you was, to use your word, 'fine'. I can tell from the roses in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye that she's been well taken care of and I'd just like to know a few of the details. I don't think that's unreasonable.'


Those Days of...Ch. 61-65



'O.K. but later, after Barbara's gone out, over dinner maybe. For now, just accept that from what she's told me, the concerns you had are groundless. She's fine. There's no doubt she finds me attractive, physically I mean - but that's quite separate from what's going on in her head - and from what she's said to me I'm sure that what happened with Mike hasn't left any long-lasting scars at all.'

'Well if you're sure.'

'Sure as I can be about anything darling - just as sure as I am that I love you.'

That got me a enormous hug and several, increasingly passionate kisses and as they lengthened I realised that Helen was getting worked-up again and as I wasn't able to provide her with a fully functional erection so soon after the previous one, I then spent twenty minutes or so down between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy to another series of obviously satisfying orgasms.

I wasn't really surprised to find that as she came down from those highs, given the combination of the tiring drive back from visiting her parents and the strength of her orgasms that she then drifted off to sleep. As I looked down at her I felt a rush of emotion, she was a truly lovely lady, all a man could ever ask for, much more than I could have ever wished for. I gave her a kiss then having slid out of bed pulled the covers back up over her, got dressed and went out to the kitchen to make myself some fresh tea.

I had just sat down to enjoy it when Barbara appeared at the door-way, her folder of plans under one arm, obviously ready for the moment Steve rang the door-bell. The outfit she'd bought that morning looked sensational, the frilled blouse softening the lines of the formal cut of the jacket, the pleated skirt showing just enough leg to make a man want to see more. But, because I knew what she was wearing beneath it, all I could really see was the stimulating picture she'd made a couple of evenings before. Pushing that image to one side I said as calmly as I could manage.

'Looks great Barbara, just great!' she gave me a happily satisfied smile and then asked.

'Where's Mum?'

'Having a little sleep. The drive must have tired her out.'

'Not to mention whatever you did. We obviously left more than enough for her, even when I was in the bath-room I could hear her.'

'Well, unlike us she's had a couple of days without sex, plus plenty of time to imagine what we've been up to, it's only reasonable she'd be a bit wound-up.'

'So you unwound her.'

'I seem to have done, at least for the time being.'

'Well, having to listen to her going off certainly got me wound-up again, I just hope Steve's in the mood too.'

'If he isn't, I'm quite sure that after he's been around you for a while he soon will be.'

Just then we heard the door-bell ringing and Barbara turned to go, saying. 'Oh, by the way, I'm taking tomorrow off work, so there's no need to wake me in the morning.'

'O.K. - that's assuming you come home of course.'

'True.' She answered with a cheeky smile, before hurrying down the stairs.


Chapter 62

An Evening at Home

Later, after having had a shower, I crept quietly into the bed-room for some clean clothes but in spite of the care I took not to disturb her, I saw Helen stir, then wake.

'Oh, you shouldn't have let me sleep so long darling.' she said when she caught sight of the time.

'You obviously needed it lover. A shower will soon freshen you up, I've started to get dinner under way, so we can have a quiet drink together then you can tell me all the news from the country while we eat.'

'Oh I'm sure you're longing to hear that.' she answered with a grin. 'But a shower, a drink and then dinner sound fine. And don't forget I want to know everything that happened while I was gone. Then what?'

'Well Barbara's gone - she seems to think she might not be back until rather late, if at all tonight - so I'm afraid it's just us - and by the look of the programme there's really very little of interest on the TV.'

'Oh dear, what on earth will we do to pass the time?' she answered in a tone of mock distress.

'We'll just have to try and think of something.' I replied, reaching under the bed-clothes as I bent down to kiss her.

Her skin was warm, her body soft but firm and as she rolled herself towards me and I felt the weight of her breast rest on my forearm I was tempted to undress and rejoin her in bed. But we had the whole evening ahead of us and as I was still concerned about how much the draining week-end with Barbara had taken out of me I resisted the temptation and after another kiss and a quick squeeze of her breast I straightened up.

'Come on, get freshened-up first, then we'll eat - and then play. O.K.?'

'If you insist.' she answered, the sparkling laughter in her eyes giving the lie to the sulky pout on her face and, as she slid out of bed and made for the bath-room, my cock's instant, twitching response to the sight of her luscious nakedness partially reassured me that when the time came she mightn't be completely disappointed with my performance.

I thought more about that while Helen was taking her shower, wondering if there was some way I could guarantee it, if there was something extra I could do that would boost my physical response - and remembered how I'd responded to Barbara's trick with her panty-hose.

'Where had she put them?' I wondered - and tried to recall exactly what she had done when she'd untied me. I remembered the problems she'd had in getting off the pair I was actually wearing, then she'd gone to the bath-room for a damp cloth before she untied those around my wrists and ankles. So maybe she'd just dropped them on the floor beside or under the bed. Spurred on by the memory of how I'd reacted to the unusual feeling of having something tight around me, I went to have a look. At first I couldn't find any sign of them and I thought I was going to be disappointed - but something was nagging away at the back of my mind and I lay down flat on the floor, sweeping the carpet beneath the bed with my arm - and found them, caught up around the leg at the far corner.

Getting out of my trousers and pants I struggled back into the pair with no feet, they were a little stiff from the caked residue of our activities but I didn't have time to rinse and dry them. Having got my cock and balls through the hole Barbara had made in the gusset I was thrilled to feel them immediately responding as I pulled the panty-hose up tight. Even when I'd put my pants and trousers back on I found the feeling of having the nylon tightly around me, almost like a second skin, was exciting.

Returning to the lounge-room I poured a couple of drinks, took them through to the kitchen and while I waited for Helen, started cooking.

Not unnaturally, the constant pressure of the panty-hose reminded me of what Barbara and I had experienced together when I'd had them on a couple of nights earlier. The look in her eyes when she'd seen the final result of her idea. 'Even more magnificent than I imagined. It really looks good enough to eat!' She'd said as she gave me a satisfied grin. And of course there was no forgetting what had followed, nor the amazing double climax I'd had.

That in turn reminded me of the dream I'd had later that night - and all the events of the following day. So, what with the noise from the cooking and the fact that my thoughts were elsewhere it wasn't surprising that I didn't hear Helen coming in behind me and so I was momentarily startled by the feel of her arms slipping around my waist.

'That smells very good. You've been busy darling.'

'Let's just hope it tastes as good.' I answered, pushing away the thoughts that had been crowding into my head.

She pulled herself closer to me and, as I felt one hand slip down to my crotch, she said. 'I'm sure it will - but if the worst comes to the worst I could go on a liquid diet.' Adding in a surprised voice as her fingers found the outline of my partially aroused cock. 'Oh, I see it's not just the dinner you've been getting ready for me! What's brought this on?' she asked as her fingers closed around the thickening length, squeezing it intermittently.

'The thought of you in the shower.' I answered quickly, the white lie slipping out easily enough under those circumstances. 'I told you I'd missed you.'

'You also said you and Barbara had been, what was the word you used? Busy? What with that - and the lovely time we had earlier, I thought you might need a bit of a rest tonight.'

'I might just surprise you.'

'Oh I hope so!'

'But food first - and you can bring me up to date on the gossip from the country.'

'Then you can tell me exactly what you two got up to. Then we'll see just how much of a surprise you have waiting for me. O.K.?'

'That's a deal. Now, you take care of the salad and I'll open a bottle of wine while the meat is cooking.'

'Don't over-cook the meat.' she said with a chuckle as she gave my cock a final squeeze.

Turning to fix the wine I was a bit disappointed to see that she had put her long house-coat on, although she'd left a couple of buttons undone at the top, she was effectively covered from neck to ankle and I'd have to wait until later to see what, if anything she was wearing beneath it.

We ate and chatted happily, Helen recounting the tit-bits of gossip her mother had passed on - the high and low points of country town life, the petty jealousies and who, according to the best authorities, was playing-up with whom.

Then of course she wanted a much more detailed account from me as to what had happened while she'd been gone and apart from some minor details, such as Barbara's trick with the panty-hose, how she'd reacted to my smacking, what she and Maureen had done for me at the exhibition and the furious fuck Barbara and I had enjoyed in the yard behind the restaurant, I told her. As I recounted the conversation between Barbara and I, about the way she felt about men in general and me in particular I saw Helen smile with relief, the look in her eyes softening, the tenseness my description of our physical activities had produced, slipping away.

'I'm so relieved to hear that darling, you know I was worried.'

'I told you, she's a very level-headed young woman. I'm sure that the emotional pain of what happened with Mike has virtually disappeared. If tonight's meeting with Steve goes the way I think it will I'm sure that within a week or two she'll have almost forgotten that he ever existed.'

'I hope you're right - she's certainly gone to enough trouble to look good for him.'

'She certainly has.' I thought to myself as two pictures of Barbara flashed across my mind - how she'd looked just before she'd left - and an even more disturbing one of how she looked in the stunning underwear I knew she had on underneath. But although I felt my cock starting to respond to just those brief flashes, I was quickly brought back to reality by Helen's voice saying.

'That bit you told me about, in the shop where she bought the outfit, I wish I'd been there.'

'If you had been it probably wouldn't have happened lover. It was only because I was alone with Barbara that the conversation with Sheena got started, if you'd been there we would have been just a couple out shopping with their daughter.'

'True. Still, that's another idea for us to remember, maybe we can use it sometime. Barbara and I have many things in common - doing something sexy in a public place is definitely one of them.'

'You've demonstrated that to me a few times already.' I answered, remembering the times I had told Barbara about.

'And I hope there'll be lots more opportunities.'

'I'm quite sure there will be.' I answered with a grin as I got up and started collecting the plates. 'I'll wash, you wipe. O.K.?'

'O.K.'

We were about half way through the washing-up when she put down the tea towel and said. 'Phew! I'm getting too hot in this house-coat, excuse the show, I was expecting to be able to keep it for a bit later.'

Not knowing what she meant I turned and watched as she undid the buttons down the front and then slipped it off - she had something new on beneath it, a very short, virtually transparent black nylon nightie. When she turned to hang the house-coat over the back of a chair I saw that it barely covered the cheeks of her arse and as she turned around again I could see straight through the filmy material.

'I love it!' I said. 'Absolutely stunning darling.'

She smiled happily, did a quick spin around for me, letting me see her from all angles and said. 'That's good, I thought you might. It actually has a matching pair of panties that you're supposed to wear with it - but I thought they might be a bit of a waste of time tonight. As I said, I wasn't actually planning on walking around in it, but I hadn't realised how hot I'd get in the house-coat.'

Now it's my turn to get hot.' I replied as I felt blood surging into my cock.

'Oh I hope so.' she answered with a chuckle. 'But first things first - let's finish the rest of the washing-up before either of us gets too distracted.'

Although I did as she suggested I couldn't help my eyes following her as dried and put things away. She knew I was watching her and seemed to delight in teasing me with tempting displays of herself - bending from the waist when she put something in the lowest cupboard, turning and pausing when she reached up into a high one. And, as my cock responded to the sexy glimpses she gave me the pressure from the tight fitting panty-hose increased the strength of my reactions, bringing it up to full size even more quickly than usual.

When the dishes were finished and as I let the water out of the sink, she came and stood beside me, then with a smiling expression of concern on her face, rested the back of her hand lightly on my forehead and said.

'You do seem to be getting hot darling. Perhaps you've got too many clothes on too. Let's see if taking a few things off makes a difference.'

Not waiting for any reply, her fingers flew down the front of me, undoing the buttons on my shirt, moving straight on down to unfasten my trousers then, having kneeled, quickly taking off my shoes and socks. While she was doing that I stripped off my shirt and then as I began to push my trousers down over my hips she reached up to pull them the rest of the way down. Our hands and eyes met for a moment and I saw the smouldering fire that burned deep inside them, then her eyes dropped again as she pulled the trousers down and off my feet. She stared at the enormous bulge of my cock was making - but obviously couldn't help noticing I was wearing something beneath the briefs and looked up with a puzzled expression.

'What's this?'

'Actually it was an idea Barbara had.'

'Oh, let me see!' she said excitedly as she tried to yank the briefs down.

'Careful!' I protested as in her urgency she got the rigid length inside them caught up in the waist-band.

'Oops, sorry darling.' she replied, then staring at what lay beneath, carefully extricated my cock and balls before sliding the briefs down and off.

'Oooh yes, I like that!' she said in a strained undertone as she sat back and stared at what she'd uncovered. 'I like that very much. Barbara really does have some very good ideas.'

I looked down and saw both the rapt expression on her face and what was causing it. The contrast between the sheer nylon and the mass that poked out through the small hole made it appear even more impressive. Helen sat there staring at it, her eyes unblinking, her hands automatically slipping down between her thighs. Looking down through the filmy nylon covering her breasts I saw that her nipples were already darkening and stiffening. Just being able to see the effect I was having on her somehow completed a feed-back circuit which pumped even more blood into my cock and it expanded in a series of upward jerks.

'Oh yesss!' she hissed quietly. 'Grow bigger still you magnificent thing. Bigger!'

And, as though obeying her command, it did just that, swelling and jerking higher. Not taking her eyes off it for a moment she shifted her position slightly, easing her thighs apart so her fingers could reach down between them more easily. Her eyes flicked up momentarily before returning to watch what was happening to me and she asked. 'How does it feel, I mean when it's as big as this?'

'It gets incredibly sensitive and triggers all sorts of exciting feelings. Makes me feel very tense all over.' I thought for a moment, trying to analyse exactly what was going on inside myself. Then added. 'But though there's one part of me, in my head, that wants to continue to enjoy the thrills of those sensations, extend them for as long as possible - there's another part, deeper inside, that just wants the climax. That creates even more tension.'

'And the panty-hose, are they making a difference?'

'Oh yes. The feeling of tightness around the base is exciting, like that time you tied cords around me. Not as strong as that feeling was of course - but still stimulating. How about you, how are you feeling?'

'Just looking at you is making me incredibly horny and very, very wet. I can see how tense you are, your muscles are tight. I like that, it makes you look strong - very powerful. Ready and able to do to me anything you want - or that I want you to do. I'm touching myself, feeling how sensitive my clit is - and how swollen my pussy-lips have got, as though they're getting ready to feel your wonderful cock shoving itself inside me - deep inside my cunt - completely filling me.

Oh look! That tells me how excited you've got.' As she swayed forward I looked down at what had caught her eye. At the tip of the bulbous head, sparkling in the reflected light, was a single drop of clear pre-cum.

Leaning even closer she looked up briefly again then, starting at the sensitive ridge beneath my cock-head, as she swiped her tongue up and over the tip, collected the pearl drop. But no sooner had that one gone than another appeared. Then another and another, until she was licking my cock the way a kid attacks a lollipop.

The thrills she sent coursing through me mounted and as they increased in intensity my body began to arch, my hips pushing my cock forward until it was nudging her lips. She knew exactly what I wanted - and didn't disappoint me. Opening her mouth and using the flat of her tongue as a guide, she gurgled happily as I pushed forward along it. Shivers ran up and down my spine as her tongue grazed the sensitive ridge beneath the head, then I moaned with even deeper pleasure when her lips closed firmly around the bulge and then, swirling her tongue around the deep groove behind it, she sucked as hard as she could.

Both her hands were busy too - one working on her pussy, the other fondling and squeezing her breasts - but suddenly, after a final, even stronger suck, she stopped, shifting herself backwards, leaving my cock throbbing and jerking violently.

'That looks dangerously close to bursting point.' she said in a voice husky with passion. 'And right now I need you, need that beautifully monstrous thing.' With that she unwound her legs, stripped the nightie up over her head then simply lay back on the floor - and added. 'And I mean right here, right now!'

She'd got me too steamed-up to remind her about the hardness of the floor and as she spread her legs wide apart the sight of her wetly pouting pussy drove thoughts of moving somewhere more comfortable right out of my head. Getting down between her thighs I guided my inflamed cock between the already puffy lips then, taking my weight on my arms, drove the hot length deep inside her.

As I drove it home she gave a sharp cry of pleasure, then when I paused for a moment, enjoying the sensations produced by the sticky lining of her pussy, she dug her fingers into my arse, pulling me hard down against herself. Rotating and thrusting her hips upwards she groaned as she forced my cock even deeper inside and I felt her grinding her clit up against my pubic bone. Then, as I began to really fuck her, her cries of rising pleasure grew louder and I felt her hands urging me on, forcing me to thrust harder, faster.




Those Days of...Ch. 61-65



She had already got herself so wound-up that her first climax hit her almost immediately and as her shrieks echoed around the kitchen I felt the responsive lining of her pussy contracting rhythmically, kneading the hot, hard length of my cock as it continued shafting in and out. But, probably because it had already been such a draining week-end, although I could feel the semen bubbling inside my tightly aching balls, I found I was actually able to hold on for longer than I had thought I would and I settled myself into a steady rhythm.

Although my excitement level continued to rise it did so quite slowly, giving me time to savour the thrills generated by the moist friction of her pussy. I could tell from her reactions that instead of quickly sliding down into a state of relaxed satisfaction after the peak of her orgasm passed, my steady, powerful thrusting was lifting her to an even higher plateau of arousal - and then, that she was experiencing a rolling multiple orgasm.

Her fingers dug deep, almost painfully into my flesh as she urged me on and although her eyes clamped tightly shut as each crest approached, every now and then, after it had passed they'd open. Sometimes I could see nothing but the whites but other times they stared up at me with an expression that I can only describe as one of amazed adoration.

'Oh you wonderful, marvellous man! When you fuck me like this I don't really care how many other women you fuck.' she managed to gasp before yet another climax swept through her.

But of course I couldn't go on indefinitely, especially with what her continuing contractions were doing to my cock - and it wasn't long after that when I felt the unmistakable signals that my own climax was finally approaching. Helen must have also felt the change because it seemed that no sooner was I aware of the dramatic rise in pressure than she tapped into some reserve of energy and urged me on with renewed vigour, thrusting her arching body high off the floor as she pulled me even harder down into herself.

'Yes darling, now!' she screamed as my cock drove even faster. 'Come now! Nooow!' As it finally exploded, pumping a torrent of boiling semen into the very deepest parts of her cunt.

'Oh God that was utterly fantastic! I needed that! she gasped when the intensity of the feelings wracking our bodies had slackened off a little. 'And by the feel of things, so did you - and that was a surprise. I'd half expected you wouldn't have too much left for me, I thought Barbara would have virtually drained you.'

'To tell the truth, so did I lover.' I managed to answer in between gulping lungfuls of air. 'I'm not sure what it is - whether it's love or sheer lust - but whatever it is, you certainly do something to me.'

'That's nice to know - but don't forget the panty-hose, Barbara's idea must get a bit of the credit.'

To be honest I had been so carried away by the ecstatic sensations I'd been experiencing that I had all but forgotten I was wearing them. But, as Helen reminded me I became aware of the increased, almost painful tightness of them and when I looked down I saw why. During our frenzied activity the nylon had worked itself up into my crotch, got sopping wet and shrunk even more tightly around my cock and balls.

'And it looks as though I'm going to have trouble getting them off.'

'Let me see.' she said, easing out from under me and rolling me over on to my back. 'Oh, that looks awfully painful darling!'

I had to agree with her, it didn't look at all good. Although my cock was no longer erect, it was still long and fat and as the panty-hose gripped it tight, restricting the back-flow of blood, both it and my balls had turned a bruised looking purple.

'It's aching - but not painfully.'

'I think cold water's the only answer. Stay there, I'll get some.'

As she got up and hurried over to the sink I saw how reddened her own back and bottom had become as a result of the vigorous jarring they'd taken from the floor as we fucked.

I must have looked up apprehensively when she returned with not only a bowl of water and a cloth but also a pair of scissors.

'I'll cut them off.' she said, adding with a giggling laugh. 'The panty-hose I mean. The other things are just as precious to me as they are to you darling - believe me.'

Then she had me lie down flat, telling me to suck in my stomach while she cut through the nylon. I held my breath as I felt the cold steel edge pressing against my skin and flinched as she cut her way down across my lower abdomen and then on into the area around my groin. She looked up, smiling. 'I can't help giving you bit of a hair-cut - but everything else is quite safe. Now, stay still a bit longer, I may as well cut down what's left of the legs too, save you trying to peel them off. They're so wet I think you'd have a fair bit of trouble, the nylon has got caught up with the hairs on your legs.'

After she'd cut them off me she bathed and washed my cock and balls with cold water and couldn't suppress a giggle as they almost immediately shrank back to less than normal size - but gave a sigh of relief when she saw that the bruised looking colouring also quickly faded.

'Thank goodness they look all right. I was worried for a minute that we might have done some real damage. How do you feel darling?'

'A bit damp and chilly - but otherwise, fine.' I answered truthfully.

She grinned happily. 'Does that mean we can try that again, some other time I mean?'

'I don't see why not. I'll need a new pair of panty-hose though.' I answered with a laugh as I held up the remains of Barbara's. 'Would you really like to try that again some time?'

'Oh yes! I might look around for something special for you, maybe some proper tights. You looked quite spectacular - and I'm sure you got even bigger than you usually do. Is that possible?'

'I suppose so, I've read about things called cock rings, they work on the same principle, slowing the flow of blood back out of the penis, so there's more trapped inside it. But you have to be careful not to keep those on for too long, otherwise the blood gets sort of stagnant and that can do really bad things to the tissue. By comparison with those things the panty-hose are relatively loose - but maybe they were tight enough to have some effect. Maybe that also helped me to keep going longer than I thought I would.

And you certainly made the most of that.'

'You have no idea darling. I just seemed to roll from one climax to another, it was fantastic - and so were you.' she added as she got up on her knees, threw her arms tightly around me and kissed me hard.

When we broke for air I said I thought that her pussy had taken such a beating it might benefit from being washed too and although she protested at the thought of me using cold water, I didn't have to use too much force to get her to lie back while I did it. Although it was nowhere near as bruised looking as my cock had been, when I kneeled down between her wide-spread thighs I could see that not only the outer but also even the inner parts were still suffused with blood. As I sat there I saw a few drops, then a steady trickle of milky looking liquid seeping out from between them, some of my semen mixed up with her pussy's natural lubricants.

I gently spread the lips apart with one hand, allowing more of the stuff to escape and then washed around and between the lips, feeling her body tensing, initially from the cold water and then, as she got used to that, squirming from the sensations that resulted from my careful sponging.

'Mmm, that's nice.' she said softly. 'I think I might get you to give me a wash every time we make love.'

'It would be a pleasure darling.' I replied sincerely. 'You have a beautiful pussy, as I've told you many, many times - and I love looking at it, touching it.'

'And kissing, licking - and more especially, fucking it.' she added with a deep-throated laugh.

'True.' I answered as I finished by wiping the mess off the floor beneath her. 'Now, how does that feel?'

'Just as you said you did - a bit damp and chilly - but definitely very much better. Thank you darling.'

I gave her a hand up off the floor and as I could see she was starting to shiver a little, helped her on with the house-coat. 'I'll just keep it on for a while, then I'll put this back on for you.' she said as she picked up the wispy nightie. 'Now you get your bath-robe while I pour us both a drink - then you can tell me the details of what happened over the week-end, I mean the bits you've skimmed over so far, the sexy bits.' she added with a knowing smile.

Having made ourselves comfortable, curled up together on the settee, I did just that, adding detail to what I had already told her, literally 'fleshing out' what Barbara and I had got up to together - that time including the way Barbara had tied me down with other pairs of panty-hose and the frenzied fuck we'd had at the back of the restaurant - but for some reason, still holding back about what she and Maureen had done to me at the exhibition. I hadn't planned on telling her about how Barbara had responded to being smacked either but part way through my narration Helen brought up the matter of Barbara's recovery from the beating Mike had given her - which was reasonable since that had been the main reason for her leaving Barbara and I together in the first place.

In response I'd carelessly mentioned that from things Barbara had said I'd felt sure she was carrying a variety of guilty feelings, some from her school days, which had nothing at all to do with Mike, Helen or even what had happened between she and Luke. Naturally Helen wanted to know more detail and once started it was almost impossible to avoid telling her how that conversation had got started in the first place.

'So, she really gets a kick out of being smacked.' she said thoughtfully when I'd finished.

'Yes she does.'

'It's amazing the things she tells you about - she's never ever mentioned either of those things that happened to her at school. Somehow I just can't imagine her with the coach, in the showers.'

'It's more difficult for you than for me - you remember what she was like as a young teen-ager, I only know her as a highly sexed woman, so I can easily picture her in that situation.

But don't make too much of the guilt aspect - although there's undoubtedly something going on at the subconscious level, as there is in all of us, I think she mainly enjoys being smacked in a purely physical way - it's not unusual you know, plenty of people like it.'

'Did you enjoy it? Doing it to her I mean.'

'I'd be lying if I said I didn't get anything out of it darling - but it wasn't what I'd call a huge turn-on. Doing it with her across my knees was good, feeling the weight of her body pressing down against my cock, that was nice - but it was seeing how aroused she got from it that was the real turn-on for me. Like the feelings you got when you saw how aroused I'd got a little while ago. It's knowing the other person wants you, as much as, or perhaps even more than you want them, that's really the most exciting part - well for me it is.'

'I understand - and agree with you darling. When I saw how huge your cock had got, when I said it looked dangerously close to exploding I mean, I felt marvellous just from knowing that it was me that had got you so excited - that's why I couldn't help touching myself.

Anyway, I'm glad Barbara was able to talk all that through with you, just talking about those things must have helped her sort out whatever niggling problems she may not have completely resolved. I understand now why you said you thought she was quite over her problems. And I can't tell you what a relief that is. Thank you for everything darling.' she said, hugging me tight and stretching up to kiss me.

It felt odd - being thanked for having had one of the most sexually exciting and draining week-ends of my entire life - but I understood what Helen meant and what a relief it must have been for her after the years of difficulties she'd been through with Barbara.

We talked on for a while longer and then, when it seemed that Barbara was going to be late and as we both had to go to work the following day, we took ourselves off to bed. I hadn't even considered the thought that I'd have enough sexual energy to perform again, so was amazed to find myself responding to the feel of the warmth and softness of her body as we cuddled together and exchanged goodnight kisses. Helen was even more surprised than I was - and even more delighted - to feel my slowly growing response and although the love-making that followed was much less intense, it was none the less satisfying, and almost immediately afterwards we fell sound asleep in each other's arms.


Chapter 63

Barbara, Steve and the House

Neither of us heard Barbara return but I knew she was home when early the following morning I went to the bath-room for a piss and a shower and saw that her bed-room door was shut, remembering that she had said she had the day off and that it therefore wasn't necessary to wake her.

When I'd made some tea I went back to wake Helen and told her that Barbara was safely back.

'I can't wait to hear how her evening went.' she answered sleepily and as I started dressing I couldn't help recalling the picture Barbara had made in the sexy underwear - wondering if Steve had discovered it - and if so, how good a lover he'd turned out to be.

But as Barbara's door remained shut we both realised we would have to curb our impatience and wait until that evening to find out what had happened.

As luck would have it I was held up in a late afternoon meeting so when I eventually got home I found Helen had already been there for some time - and knew that neither of them would have been able to wait for my return before talking about it.

'O.K. - I know you've already discussed the gory bits, so, in one word, what's the news?'

'Fantastic!' Barbara replied with a beaming smile.

'Great!' I responded enthusiastically, though I was aware that while I was genuinely pleased for her, at the same time, in some far corner of my brain was a small, nagging feeling of jealousy.

'He certainly sounds much more Barbara's style darling.' Helen added happily. 'At least, after some initial caution on his part - which is quite understandable and rather nice in a way. I mean, after all, Barbara didn't go there to get raped.'

'Who says I didn't?' Barbara said with a laugh.

'But you know what I mean darling.'

'Yes, of course - and you're quite right, his timing was perfect.'

'I'm glad you both know what you're talking about.' I said.

'I'm sorry Roger. I'll try to keep it brief for you. First of all, he's got a lovely apartment, very modern. We got the work on the plans done, everything is fine in that area, he thinks what I've done is terrific, there's very little left for his people to do. He cooked a meal for us, he's a very good cook. We had a lovely bottle of wine to go with it - and talked and talked and talked, I thought we'd never stop.

In fact I was beginning to think that's all we were going to do, that he wasn't going to start anything. I could see he was definitely interested of course, the look in his eye was quite enough - and when he got up from the table at different times, to get things, I felt sure there was larger than usual bulge in his trousers.

But it wasn't until some time after dinner that it finally happened, he was very nervous, wasn't at all sure what my reaction would be.'

'Silly man.' Helen interjected quietly'

'But he certainly made up for that once he found out I was more than willing. You should have seen his face when he eventually found out what I had on underneath, your reaction was positively restrained by comparison Roger.'

That comment prompted a look of surprise from Helen and her voice had a decidedly peevish tone to it when she said to me. 'I see, so you'd had a preview had you darling?'

'Sort of.'

'Oh come on Mum. You went off for the week-end so Roger and I could have some time together, so don't make it sound as though you're starting to get jealous now.'

'You're right, it is silly of me. Sorry I interrupted.'

'So how's he built?' I asked, trying to change the subject.'

'Nicely. Lean but strong. He keeps himself fit, he runs quite a bit and works out at the gym a couple of times a week, so his muscle definition is very good.'

'And the working parts?' I asked with a smile.

'In full working order, I'm glad to say. His cock is, well I suppose you'd say it's long and thin. Certainly a lot thinner than Mike's was - but then it's a lot longer too. Anyway, the important thing is the way he uses it - and he's quite proficient. Maybe a bit unimaginative - but I'm sure that'll change, as we get to know each other better. And most importantly, he likes me, not just my body, I can tell he really likes me, the whole person I mean.' she said excitedly.

'Sounds promising.' I replied. 'So, when are you seeing him again?'

'Tomorrow evening. He has a meeting with a client tonight. He works very hard you know. His father takes care of their older, more established clients, Steve takes on the new ones, expanding the business - he's very ambitious, has masses of ideas about what he wants to do.

And I get the feeling he sees a place in that for me too, professionally I mean. Afterwards, when we were talking, he told me a bit more about those courses he mentioned I'd need to take, if I want to do interior design seriously I mean - and I got the feeling that if I did those and did well at them, he would have some definite plans for me.'

'It all sounds a bit too good to be true darling.' Helen said with a note of caution in her voice.

'Maybe Mum, maybe. But I really don't think so. I think he was just being absolutely straight with me. He didn't actually spell things out - I'm reading between the lines a bit - but I'm sure I'm right. Anyway I've got nothing to lose, I can do the courses at night, so I don't have to give up my job while I'm doing them, then we'll see what happens.'

'That's sensible Barbara. And even if nothing else comes of it, if you like each other at least you'll have the relationship.'

'And hopefully, good, regular sex!' Barbara added so enthusiastically that Helen and I just couldn't help laughing.

That's pretty much how things worked out over the next few weeks, the plans for the house were finalised and after a bit of a delay, approved by the council so that the actual work could start. While that was going on, Barbara enrolled in and began the courses Steve had recommended and at the same time the relationship between the two of them quickly strengthened and when she wasn't out at her classes or locked away in her room working, she was out with him, so Helen and I began to see less and less of her.

Before the actual work began on the house Steve arranged a formal meeting with Helen and I, bringing his father along with him and asking that Barbara also attend. He went over the plans and costs with us, gave us the opportunity to ask questions and resolve anything we weren't completely satisfied with, then got us to sign a contract. When that was all finished he invited us out to dinner and although Charles rather conveniently had another engagement, we were more than happy to accept, seeing it as a good opportunity to start getting to know the current man in Barbara's life.

It was soon obvious that he was totally besotted with her. In one way I was really glad to see that - yet, in another I found that just watching the way he looked at her again aroused that niggling sense of jealousy. But we all had a good evening, Steve proved to be very easy to get on with, intelligent and with a sharp, dryish wit that contrasted with and balanced Barbara's more exuberant sense of humour - and I felt sure that their feelings for each other stood a very good chance of growing into something more permanent.




Those Days of...Ch. 61-65



Having broken the ice on a personal level, in the days and weeks that followed Steve obviously felt more comfortable about handling the different relationships with us, as both clients and Barbara's parents and often came up into the flat for a chat. I don't know if he thought we didn't know that he and Barbara were lovers but during that time he always made a point of bringing her back, never once asking her to stay over with him at his flat. There were a couple of times, when he brought her home earlier than we'd expected and came close to catching Helen and I in what would have been an embarrassing position, but luckily we heard the sound of the front door opening and had just enough time to tidy ourselves.

So there was nothing at all to compare with the situation the three of us had experienced with Mike, when sex and our individual sexual experiences had been the corner-stone of the time we spent together. But of course that gave Barbara the opportunity of developing a more normal relationship with Steve - and Helen was delighted to see that happening.

At the week-ends Helen and I started looking around for new furniture and the various other things we needed to buy for the house and although, for some inexplicable reason I still hadn't told Helen all the details of what had happened at the exhibition, I reminded Barbara of the offer Maureen had made, about helping us with whatever fabrics we needed for curtains.

Once the workmen had moved in we also got into the habit of walking around to house several times a week, to see how things were progressing. We usually did that when they had finished for the day but occasionally we ran into the foreman, who turned out to be a really nice guy, extremely conscientious and he was always more than happy to discuss the details and progress of the work. At first, other than knocking various parts down, very little seemed to be happening and there seemed to be no logic behind the mess that was everywhere but then, after a period of frustrating chaos, everything started to come together and the date for completion, that at one stage had appeared to be just an impossible dream, suddenly started to seem to be achievable.

Barbara's sky-light created a few problems, I didn't want to get involved in the details but I know Steve and Barbara spent many hours re-working her original plans for how it would actually work. Other than that and a few other, relatively minor hiccups, everything went really well and Helen and I began to count down the days to when we would be able to move in.

But the combination of continuing our normal work plus the day to day demands made by - looking for furniture and fittings, keeping up with the builder's schedule, watching our budget - and Barbara's somewhat erratic comings and goings - all resulted in our sex life suffering. Not that we weren't still getting any at all, we were, but the quality dropped off a lot. There never seemed to be the opportunity for our special times together, when we could create those exciting situations for each other, which had always been such an integral part of our mutual enjoyment.

Although I had been vaguely aware of something being wrong, something being missing, I hadn't put it all together, until something happened that made me really stop and think about it.


Chapter 64

Maureen Handles Things

It was late one Friday afternoon when I got a phone call at work from the foreman, saying that the carpeting had arrived, he realised it was a week early of course but when he'd pointed that out to the driver he had told him that he couldn't take it back again because the warehouse had closed for the week-end just after he'd left. The foreman suggested we store it up in the area that we were all still calling the 'attic', where by that time they'd virtually finished working and there would be no risk of the carpet getting damaged or paint splattered. I agreed it was a sensible idea and said I'd chew-out the carpet company on the Monday morning and, imagining the work involved in hauling the heavy rolls up the final stair-way, thanked the foreman for yet again being so obliging.

On the Saturday morning Helen and I went out shopping for a few, hopefully final bits and pieces. As we left, Barbara said that she had arranged to briefly meet Maureen at the house because they had some final measurements to check for the curtaining but that she would only be gone an hour or so and would see us for lunch.

Helen and I were quicker than I'd thought we might be and within a couple of hours were back home again and having carried our purchases I said that if she didn't mind, while she got some sandwiches together for lunch, I'd pop around to the house, to check the carpeting was stored safely.

Having let myself in and found there was no sign of Barbara I presumed she and Maureen had finished their measuring and that as I hadn't passed her on my way over she had walked back through the park. As I wandered through the ground floor rooms I tried to remember how they had looked that first day I seen the place, again marvelling at how much change a few weeks work had brought about - and looking forward to Helen and I soon moving in and turning it into a real home. Then, as I started to move up the stairs, I heard a noise coming from above, from the attic. At first I thought a bird or some sort of an animal had got in - but then as I climbed further up, I realised the rhythmic, gasping sounds were actually being made by human beings.

I went up quickly but quietly and when I carefully peered around the door into the attic area I saw who was making them - and why.

It was Maureen and Charles, fucking vigorously - using the piled up carpets rolls as a substitute for a bed.

The rolls had been put over near the window, the carpet on the floor, the lighter underlay on top - and Maureen was leaning back over that, her arms around Charles, her hands locked tight together, her legs spread wide-apart, her feet on the bottom roll, bracing herself. As they were half-turned towards me I had virtually a clear view of the action. 'At least now I know she's not a natural blonde.' I thought to myself as I watched Charles' cock thrusting in and out through the matt of her dark brown pubic hair.

They had obviously not bothered too much about foreplay, Maureen's blouse was open to the waist - but her bra was still done up. Charles had merely pulled his trousers and pants down below his knees and his shirt wasn't long enough to cover his chubby, thrusting arse. I realised I had arrived just in time for the climax of their sudden lust for each other because just then, as Charles' action speeded-up, Maureen's cries of pleasure rose higher - and as she pulled herself up harder against him and began to throw her head from side to side, her eyes flicked open - and she saw me standing there watching them.

She was too close to it to be able to do anything other than let her orgasm carry her on up over the top and as the speed and force of Charles' thrusting suddenly increased even more and he made a series of loud grunting sounds, the intensity of their mutual climax made her screw them tight shut again.

I took that opportunity to slip away, leaving them to tidy themselves up in their own time - strangely disturbed to find I had become intensely aroused by what I'd so briefly seen and heard. The picture in my head, of the shaft of his cock ploughing Maureen's pussy remained sharp and clear - as did the look in her eyes during the moments they had stared deep into mine.

But there was my gorgeous, sexy Helen waiting at home for me, more than willing to do anything I could imagine wanting her to, so why should a brief glimpse of Charles and Maureen fucking, stir me so much?

As I made my way through to the back of the house and out into the garden I tried to understand my response - recalling the sight of them, her legs spread wide, his cock thrusting deep, her wide-staring eyes, her arms clasped tightly around his back, her hands locked together. Her hands!

Instantly the memory of the first day we had met her came back to mind, the day at the exhibition - and I remembered how, in spite of the lushness of the rest of her body, it had been her hands that had really made an impression on me. I remembered how they looked - and what thoughts had gone through my head.

They really were truly beautiful hands, very white and obviously very soft, with incredibly long, slim fingers tipped with perfectly shaped, brightly varnished nails. And as I'd watched her getting the coffee ready I'd found I was unable to stifle the sneaking thought of how it would feel to have such beautiful hands wrapped around my cock. And that of course brought back the even more powerful memory of how it had felt when she'd actually done that.

I'd shivered when her fingers brushed over the tip of my cock. Her touch was soft and light but as my arousal had grown it felt as though her fingers were connected to some kind of power source, transmitting tiny electric shocks when they made contact.

It seemed ridiculous, I knew I had the choice of any and all parts of Helen's body, including her hands. Yet there was no doubting it, my reaction to the thought of experiencing the unique touch of Maureen's had not only excited me - I found to my bewildered discomfort, it had also given me an instant erection.

I'm not sure how long I wandered around outside, trying unsuccessfully to rid myself of the image and memory of her hands and how they had felt - the next thing I knew she was walking towards me, her voice breaking the whirling confusion inside my head.

'He's gone Roger, I'm sorry. Please, let me explain.'

As she came closer she took my hand and said. 'Come inside, let me explain to you what happened.'

Just the soft feel of her hand was enough to fan the fire that the thought of them had ignited - but as she began to explain I did my best to push those thoughts out of my mind. As we walked back to the house and my erection began to subside I suddenly realised that on top of everything else I was actually quite badly in need of a piss. But as there was nothing I could do about that right at that moment I tried to concentrate even harder on what Maureen was telling me.

'I think you know that Charles and I had quite a steamy affair a couple of years ago, he came close to leaving his wife for me - I'm quite sure he would have done, if I hadn't said 'no' to him.' I nodded and she continued. 'It was pure chance that we met here today. He knew all about the work Steve was doing on this house and without knowing Barbara and I were going to be here this morning they dropped by, so Steve could show him how it was coming along. He'd already met Barbara of course - but you should have seen the expression on his face when he saw me here!

I kept in the background while they took him around to see what they'd done - but I could see he'd lost interest, he just kept staring at me - even if Steve didn't notice anything, I'm sure Barbara did. Although I wouldn't want to live with him I've always found him a very physically attractive man - and I have to admit was getting a bit wound up myself.

We ended up on the top floor, in what had been the attic and after we'd basically finished the tour, sensing what was going on between Charles and I, Barbara suggested to Steve that they go off for a coffee. It was quite funny really, Steve, not knowing anything about his father and I, couldn't understand why we didn't all go. Why Charles said he wanted to stay on, that it was all right for Steve to take the car, he'd get a cab home later. Anyway, eventually Barbara got Steve out of the way and - well, things sort of took off from there. As you saw, we didn't really waste very much time.' Her voice changing to a quite genuine tone as she added. 'But I'm really very sorry if what we did in your house offended you Roger.'

'Oh no, I wasn't offended Maureen.' I answered, gritting my teeth as the pressure inside my bladder began to get stronger.

'But when I saw you in the garden. The expression on your face...'

'I wasn't offended.'

'But?' There was a long moment of silence, her eyes stared deep into mine, then a small, tentative smile creased the corners of her mouth. 'Oh, I see - you got a bit aroused.'

'I was more than just a 'bit' aroused.'

'You got turned on by watching us fucking?'

'Partly that.'

Her face took on a puzzled look and she asked. 'What else then?'

'Oh nothing. It's silly.'

'No it's not, even now you look incredibly tense, please tell me.'

I paused for several seconds, by then I needed to get to bath-room urgently and I thought if I answered her I could break away.

'It was seeing your hands, even though they were holding Charles, I remembered the way they felt that time at the exhibition, how sensational they felt.'

'Really!' she exclaimed delightedly. 'Just the thought of my hands did that?'

'Yes. But now, look, I'm sorry but I simply must go to the bath-room, I'm nearly bursting. I won't be a minute.' I said as I turned to leave.

And was stopped dead in my tracks by her response.

'Would you like some help?' she asked quietly.

'Pardon?'

'Let me help you, I'd like that.' she replied, then, not waiting for my answer, simply walked past me and down the corridor towards the bath-room.

Even though I didn't know what she really had in mind, because the need to relieve myself had become almost unbearable I had no choice but to follow her and when I turned back from closing the door behind me I saw her sitting herself down on the lid of the toilet, beckoning me. When I stood in front of her she briefly glanced up into my eyes, a tight smile on her face, then unhurriedly began to unfasten my trousers, not just the zip, but the belt and fastening too, then pushed them and my briefs down over my hips, letting them fall down around my ankles.

I watched her long, slender fingers at work, feeling my cock thickening in anticipation of having them touch me and felt it respond even more strongly when, after she'd got my trousers out of the way, they lightly brushed my inner thigh.

'First things first.' she said as she got up again, lifted the lid and moved to stand beside me. 'Although a full bladder can often make a good cock even better I'll let you have your piss first.'

She half-turned and reached down across me, her fingers momentarily cupping my balls before closing gently around my partially aroused cock and, holding it so it pointed down into the toilet bowl, said. 'Go ahead.'

Not surprisingly, nothing happened, at least not for several long, silent seconds. The situation itself, coupled with the feel of her fingers lightly holding me evaporated all thoughts of a simple piss - triggering far more exciting ideas. But, pushing those to one side and concentrating on the tight discomfort caused by my over-full bladder finally did the trick and I heard Maureen give a sigh of satisfaction as the stream began, haltingly at first and then with its more usual power.

She wasn't content to just hold me though, once sure that she had an uninterrupted flow she began to play with it, directing it around the bowl, slowing it by squeezing my cock tightly, then easing her grip, letting it reach full force again. When I glanced sideways at her I could tell by the rapt expression on her face and the tinge of colour that was spreading up over it that what she was doing was getting her excited too.

'You really did need to go.' she said quietly as the heavy stream still continued. 'Lovely!' Then, as she saw and felt it finally slackening off. 'Oh dear, it's finishing. Never mind, that was terrific.' Adding, as though speaking to herself as she squeezed and shook it dry. 'Now, let's get those last few drops.' And then, when she was satisfied there were no more. 'Now, I wonder what else he's got for me!'

Her fingers curled lightly around the shaft and began to glide back and forth and when she felt it almost instantly responding to her touch she looked up and gave me a smile. 'Nice?'

'Mmm, of course.'

'Good - it'll get even better in a minute. Aah, it's starting to get bigger and stiffer already!' she said as she felt my cock growing in response to the skilful manipulation of her fingers - then, pausing for a moment, supporting it mid-way along the shaft with the palm of her hand, she added. 'It really is a magnificent cock Roger, you're very lucky to have such impressive equipment. Now, let's see how much bigger I can make it, then just how much of that lovely creamy stuff you've got for me.'

As she spoke she ran the palm of her hand slowly back and forth along the underside of the shaft and I could feel it steadily lengthening and stiffening as more hot blood surged into it. The gentle touch of those beautiful, long and so very soft fingers was so stimulating it only took a couple of minutes for the veins to become swollen and knotted, the bulging head turning a dark plum-red, its skin becoming taut and glossy.

I moaned with rising pleasure, my cock jerking higher as the pressure inside me increased. Seeing my reaction, she slid her hand right down to the base, turning it and using just the tips of her fingers, lightly stroked my tightly swollen balls. 'Ah yes, I can feel how full they are, tight and heavy,. But I'll soon be emptying them for you. Until then, just enjoy it!'

After a few more of those gently tantalising strokes she curled her hand around the base of my cock, giving it a squeeze before gliding back up along the shaft. Then, in spite of the rush of thrills I'd already been feeling, I felt a shiver run through me when, on reaching the head, her fingers slipped up over the top of it. I looked down at her hand; watching as those soft, white fingers went to work on my cock-head, spreading the slick film of steadily oozing pre-cum as she slowly but insistently skimmed them around and over the head itself - then in and out of the deep groove behind it - and every now and then, grazing the sensitive ridge beneath with the tip of one finger-nail.

Her hand really did have a magical touch. Sometimes using her finger-tips, sometimes the smooth flatness of her palm, she played my cock as though it were some sort of musical instrument. Sensations of utter delight spiralled through me as she slowly, skilfully worked it up to its maximum size and hardness - then somehow made it even bigger, creating a quivering, throbbing mass. As it grew and the tremors running through me strengthened I felt my body arching, every muscle tensed, my head thrown back, eyes shut tight, teeth clenched.

Then, through the intensifying red haze I heard her speaking to herself, quietly, in a hoarse whisper. 'Oh yes, yes that really is magnificent. I can imagine what it would feel like having that rammed up inside me. But then I wouldn't be able to see it, watch it growing, until it's so big it looks as though it's about to burst. As it looks right now! Now to build up a really fantastic head of steam inside those big, beautiful balls.' she said breathlessly as she slipped beneath my arm and pressed herself against my side.

Taking a tight grip of my arse with one hand she steadily increased the strength of the other's wristy strokes and I grunted as wave after wave of tortured pleasure surged through me. The pressure from the accumulating semen rose even higher and I could tell from the way my hips were jerking forwards, as though trying to fuck her hand, that my iron-hard cock was close to bursting point.

She took me right to the brink, until my achingly full balls were drawn tight up against the base of my throbbing cock, their contents churning, needing just that one final, decisive stroke to trigger its discharge.

Then, by altering the way she was handling it, held me there!




Those Days of...Ch. 61-65



Opening my eyes, I looked down to see her watching me intently, her eyes flitting up and down from my face to the monstrously bloated thing she had made of my cock. When she saw my eyes open she gave me a brief smile, gripped my arse even more tightly, then looked down again, concentrating her attention on what she was doing to me with her fingers.

Using just the soft, sensitive tips she was flickering lightly from end to end, but focusing most of their attention on the massive, plum coloured head, increasing its sensitivity and deepening its already high-gloss sheen by spreading more of the pre-cum that continued to well up from the slit in its tip. The electrifying sensations caused by her finger-tips skimming over and around it kept me at fever pitch, but weren't quite powerful enough to bring about my increasingly longed for release.

'Please!' I begged her in a rasping growl.

'Soon.' she answered, glancing up. 'It won't be long now. And it'll be worth the wait, I promise.'

While that hand continued its tantalising activity her other released its grip of my bum and she pushed her fingers down into the crack between the tightly flexed cheeks, sending a completely different set of thrills coursing through me as she probed the tightly wrinkled muscles with one of them.

'Bend forwards a little - and try to relax a bit.' she said - and when I did as she asked I felt one finger being pushed up into my arse-hole. Once inside she began to slowly finger-fuck me - then, curling her other hand around the shaft of my cock, she added in a hoarse whisper. 'Now let's see just how much of that lovely stuff you've got for me!'

By then my cock was so massive it couldn't have been easy for her to get a really tight grip but she somehow managed it - and began to pump in earnest. With each hand keeping time with the other and both steadily increasing their intensity she quickly brought me up to, and then above, boiling point and I felt the dam holding back the bubbling reservoir of semen finally burst.

As the scalding rush began I let out an uncontrollable grunt of sheer relief then a louder cry as she plunged her finger even deeper into my arse, and the mass seared up through me.

'Aaah yesss!' she gasped as that first load blasted out explosively, splattering itself on to the cistern. Then, pointing my cock a little lower she began to pump even more purposefully, producing a series of equally massive gouts.

As each one jetted out shock waves of intense delight coursed through my body, waves that seemed to merge, carrying me to an even higher level of excitement. I was too overwhelmed to know or care how she was doing it but as the orgasm went on and on I was dimly aware of Maureen's satisfied grunts when she saw how much she was getting from me.

When it did finally come to an end she tightened her grip, milking it to make sure she had extracted every last drop, then washed her hands, cleaned up the dollops of semen from around the toilet and rinsed off my slowly wilting cock and balls, smiling up at me as she dried them.

'Spectacular Roger! Quite spectacular! It's been quite a morning for me. I wish every Saturday could be as good.'

'You really enjoyed doing that didn't you.' I replied as I did up my trousers again.

'Oh yes, very much.' she answered as we left the bath-room together. 'Of course having just had a rather satisfying fuck with Charles meant I could really concentrate on your pleasure. But even if I hadn't it would still have been very enjoyable for me - especially as you have such a beautiful and very, very responsive cock.'

'What's so exciting about it for you?'

'It's a bit complicated Roger. I've always got a kick out of the idea of watching men pissing, even when I was a kid.' she explained as I lit us both a cigarette. 'Dad often didn't bother to close the bath-room door behind him when he was just going for a piss, so I could hear it. There was something strangely exciting about even that, even then, when I didn't know what else a cock was for. Then, when we were having a picnic somewhere, I'd been playing with my younger brother and sister and had to go back to where the rest of the family were for something or other. I saw Dad coming through some bushes towards me and I realised from his actions that he hadn't seen me - and then that he was going to take a piss. I hid behind a bush and watched and from where I was I could see it properly for the first time, see everything.

I knew I was being naughty and I suppose I thought that was why I got the funny feelings I did, why I had to touch myself, touch the hole I pissed from. I found that gave me a nice, warm, tingly feeling.

A bit later, when I'd learned something about sex and had started masturbating myself I often found that scene popping into my head - found it was still very exciting. Later still, when I was married, I used to fantasise about doing it, holding his cock while my husband pissed I mean - but he was just too unimaginative to understand, he just thought I was dirty-minded.

Apart from the actual feel of it, which is very, very exciting - I also like the idea of being in control. I much prefer sex when I'm on top - but I also get a kick out of getting a man off with my hands - controlling a man at those times when he's at his most vulnerable. Do you understand what I mean?'

'Yes, yes I do Maureen.' I replied, then suddenly noticing the time, I added with obvious embarrassment. 'But now I'd better be off, Helen will be wondering what's happened to me.'

'Yes, I'm running a bit late myself now, I'm meeting friends for lunch, so I must be on my way too.'

We headed for the front door together and as I let us out she gave me a quick kiss and said. 'We'll, well, let's just say that we'll talk some more another time.' Giving me an oddly disturbing look when she stopped half-way down the path, turned to face me and added. 'And maybe you'll explain in detail just what you find so exciting about the thought of my hands.'

I thought about that comment as I walked slowly back to the flat - and tried to analyse why I had been so turned-on by the entire situation, from seeing Charles and Maureen fucking, the thoughts the sight of her hands had triggered - and the incredibly powerful response she had been able to get from me. I realised that although she undoubtedly had the most skilful hands I'd ever had touch me, there had been something deeper than that at work. That was when I suddenly realised that the almost routine sex-life Helen and I had been experiencing in the past weeks probably had a lot to do with it. And wondered - if it was affecting me that much, what was going inside Helen?


Chapter 65

Re-lighting the Fire

Right from the start the relationship between Helen and I had been centred on a sex-life that included more than a touch of excitement. Excitement we either created for ourselves with our games and fantasies or welcomed with open arms - and in her case, open legs - when given the opportunity by other circumstances. We had both drawn inspiration from various things, including what we'd heard about Barbara and Mike's experiences. Realising that the various pressures during the previous weeks had reduced our love-making to the more mundane variety, I was determined to do something to lift it back up to the levels that we had both enjoyed so much before.

Naturally enough, given our previous experiences, my first thought was of Steve and Barbara - but I almost immediately rejected that. Barbara deserved the opportunity to see if what she had with him could become something permanent - and I didn't see him as being the type that would appreciate discussing his previous sexual encounters with his potentials.

So then my thoughts turned to other ways of creating exciting situations for Helen and I tried to remember all the various things she had ever said about what turned her on. Although I had no definite plan in mind, by the time I got back to the flat I felt sure I had more than enough ideas for me to create one, what I needed first was an opportunity.

As I had thought, Barbara was already home when I got there and immediately asked if I'd bumped into Charles at the house.

'Yes - and Maureen.' I answered with a grin.

'Maureen?' Queried Helen, turning to Barbara. 'I thought you said you and Steve had given her a lift Barbara.'

'Oops! Sorry Barbara, I didn't know...'

'That's O.K. Roger. Sorry Mum - I don't why I said that. I didn't realise Roger was going round there or that they would still be there. It's just that Steve doesn't know anything about Maureen and his father and I didn't want to risk you saying anything.' Then turning to me she added. 'I thought they might have gone back to her place together, they seemed very hot for each other.'

'So hot that they couldn't wait that long.' I answered, bringing a cheeky grin to Barbara's face and a puzzled look to Helen's.

'You mean they were...'

'On the rolls of carpet.'

'You mean they were screwing - in our house!' Helen exclaimed.

'Yes darling. I heard noises and thinking it might be a bird or something that had got in I went to check - and found them hard at it, as I said, on the rolls of carpet. Maureen apologised later, Charles didn't see me, he had his back to me and I'm sure Maureen wouldn't have said anything to him. So it's just we four that know about it, there's still no need for Steve to be told anything.'

'She's quite a woman isn't she.' Barbara said to me, her face still split by a broad grin. 'When she wants something she certainly doesn't waste any time.'

'They had an affair some time ago.' I explained to Helen, heading off whatever else Barbara might have added about Maureen's talent for quick and direct action with men - which might have led to explanations I didn't really want to have to make just then. 'It's not as if she met Charles for the first time today and simply fancied a quick fuck. There was a time when Charles was prepared to leave his wife for Maureen. He and Steve had no idea she or Barbara were going to be there today - it was just purely circumstantial that they met up again.'

'But in our house - before we've had a chance to christen it ourselves!'

I suddenly understood what she was upset about. It wasn't that Steve's father had screwed somebody but that they had done it where they had, as she'd said, before we'd had a chance to do so.

'I understand darling - but let's be reasonable, there have been heaven knows how many people screwing in that house since it was first built.'

'But not since it's become ours.' she replied, quite logically.

'O.K., O.K. - but it's happened, don't let it spoil things for us. Think about it this way.' I went on in a quieter voice. 'The house is in transition, being changed from the house it used to be, to the house and home it will be, for us. What happens during the transition is no more relevant, nor important to us than what may have happened in it before we even saw it. For all we know the workmen may be screwing their girl-friends, or each other for that matter, every lunch time. Until the day the work is finished and it's finally the house we have dreamed about, what happens inside it doesn't really matter to us.'

As I spoke I saw the look on her face slowly, almost reluctantly changing from one of hurt and disappointment to one of understanding and acceptance.

'I see what you mean - and I suppose you're right. But all the same...'

'O.K., I understand how you feel darling - I was upset too. But it's happened, it's over and it will be our own exciting times in the house that will really be important.'

'Roger's right Mum. Within a few weeks of moving in you'll have so many memories of your own activities that this will have been completely forgotten.'

'Weeks! I've got plans for the first few days!' I added, finally bringing a smile back to Helen's face.

'I'm glad to hear that - and once we move in you can be sure I'll be reminding you of what you've just promised.'

'Believe me, it'll be my pleasure to deliver darling.' I answered as I took her in my arms and kissed her.

The brief exchange about the house had reminded me of something Helen had said the first day I had taken her round to see over it and had given me the start of an idea for what might be an exciting situation for us both. I thought the idea through as we sat eating a late lunch, during which Barbara mentioned that Steve was taking her out that evening, to a theatre and afterwards, to supper, adding. 'So I'll probably be pretty late home tonight Mum.'

'If at all.' I added.

'Yes, I've been meaning to ask you about that Barbara.' Helen interjected. 'Is there some reason why you haven't spent the night over at Steve's place yet? Is everything all right in that department?'

'Oh God yes - no problems at all Mum. I think he's just a bit old-fashioned in some ways. It's probably because I'm still living at home. If I was in a place of my own, or sharing with other young people I wouldn't mind betting he'd want me to stay with him. I think it's just a sort of old-fashioned respect for you - and Roger of course, I suppose he thinks you expect me to come home.'

'Well why don't you bring him up to date on our attitude to things?'

'You're right - I must do that tonight, see what his reaction is.'

'So if you're not here for breakfast tomorrow we'll know we were right.'

'And if I'm not, while you're making coffee, I'll probably be helping myself to an extra helping of sex.'

'If you're not here to disturb us we might be doing exactly the same thing miss.' Helen immediately answered.

'O.K., O.K. so my comings and goings cramp your style - sorry about that, I'll definitely see what I can do about it tonight. Now I've got some course home-work to do so as I'll be locked away in my room for at least a couple of hours, if you fancy screwing on the kitchen table again you can do so with complete confidence.'

Although Helen gave me a questioning look as Barbara left us we didn't follow-up on her suggestion, instead we used the rest of the afternoon to get the household chores done, so we wouldn't be under any pressure to get up out of bed the following morning. Later, after Barbara had left for the evening we showered and had something to eat and as we were tidying up after that I suggested we get out for some fresh air, take a stroll round to the house.

'Visit the scene of the crime?' she asked - but, I was relieved to see, with a smile.

'If you like, but it's a warm evening, it will be nice in the park.'

She gave me an odd look but when I didn't add anything further she went to get herself ready and while she was gone, in anticipation of the idea that had been forming in my head and to make things less complicated when the time came, I took my underpants off. A short while later we were walking hand in hand through the slowly deepening darkness towards the park, chatting about what was left to be done around the house and the garden.

But, at the same time, in my head I was running through the idea that I hoped would rekindle the excitement that had been missing from our sex-life. Helen was wearing a simple cotton blouse and a full denim skirt, which fitted in with my thoughts. There was only bit of equipment I really needed to make my idea work and I knew I'd find one of those amongst the workmen's kit. Just thinking about what I planned to do began to get me aroused and I became aware of the sensation caused by the unusual friction of my trousers rubbing against my unprotected and awakening cock.

As the major electrical work had been finished on the ground floor both power and lighting had been re-connected and I turned on those lights as we went into the house and we went from room to room, talking about what had still to be done. We spent a bit of time in the kitchen, Helen opening and checking all the cupboards, saying how much she was looking forward to cooking our first meal there. But I stayed outside when she checked the downstairs toilet, hoping Maureen hadn't left any signs of my spectacular ejaculation for Helen to find, then took her hand as we climbed up the stairs to the darkened floor above.

As I'd hoped, amongst the various things lying around were a couple of the workmen's portable lamps and I used one to light our way in to the main bed-room, where we stood for a few moments, each quietly imagining how it would look in a few short weeks.

Putting the lamp down on the floor beside the window I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, turning to nuzzle the soft skin in the curve of her neck.

'I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to our first night together here darling. It'll be like a honeymoon.'

'Mmm. I hope Barbara's sorted Steve out by then, so we can have the place to ourselves that night.'

'Of course we might be too tired, after all the moving and unpacking.'

'Don't count on that lover. Remember, you've got a promise to keep.'

'I'll not forget, you can count on that.' I answered as I turned her towards me and kissed her.

Whatever had been going through her mind had obviously awoken her own desire and she immediately responded strongly, her tongue snaking into my mouth as our lips met and she pressed her body tightly against me. Using one hand to caress her neck I slid the other down her back and on over the curve of her bottom, squeezing it and pulling her tighter, feeling her thigh slip between my legs, pressing against the already stiffening length in the front of my trousers.

I broke from her arms and took her over to the already enlarged main window, opening it then fetching the lamp and, angling its beam upwards, put it on the floor beside us. 'Do you remember what you said to Barbara the first day you came here darling?' I asked as I took her hand. 'You said you fancied the idea of standing at our bed-room window, looking down at the people in the park. Do you remember that?'

'I certainly do.' she answered quietly.

'But you didn't just want us to be holding hands did you?'

'No.'

What exactly did you want?'

She paused before answering in a more husky voice. 'I wanted you to be standing behind me. Bending me over the window-sill. Your cock up inside me.'

'And'

'Hoping the people in the park were watching us.' she added in a fainter whisper.

'Well, I thought you might like to try that now.' I said as I fondled her bottom.

'There aren't any people down there to see us.' she replied as she scanned the park.

'Maybe not - or maybe you just can't see them, perhaps they are in the shadowy parts, making love.' As I continued talking I moved around behind her, slipping my hands under her arms and cupping the heavy swell of her breasts. 'They may have noticed the light go on and are in fact looking up at us right this minute, wondering what we are doing here.'

'They wouldn't actually be able to see too much.'

'But this will give them some idea of what's going on.' I answered as I undid the buttons down the front of her blouse then removed both it and her bra.

Although I had lost count of the number of times I had caressed them, the warm, silkily heavy feel of her breasts never failed to stir and thrill me and I gently stroked and squeezed their firm fullness, letting my thumbs graze over their quickly stiffening tips. Helen gave a series of soft sighs as my caresses triggered waves of pleasure, pressing her hips against the window-sill and arching her upper body backwards against me.

The feel of her responsive body provided what little additional stimulation my cock needed to come up to full size and shivers of excitement ran through me as I pressed myself against her bottom. Moving my hands down to her waist I bent her forwards. 'Hold on to the window sill darling.' I whispered, then knelt down, slipped my hands up under her skirt and tugged her panties off.