1 comments/ 16556 views/ 0 favorites New Year's Day By: trim_n-fit It was New Years Eve and I was alone. My wife had filed for divorce over Christmas because she suspected me of having an affair. Of course, this was untrue, but now I was determined to find someone to fill the void in my life. I had flirted with this beautiful woman at work, but since she was married, had felt somewhat safe from serious temptation. Now, I sat in my new apartment wishing I had been a little more bold. Realizing I had to get off my ass and make my own life happen, I showered, dressed in some jeans and sweatshirt and darted off to a small bar close to the office. Luckily, I found it open. I sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, casually glancing around to see if there was anyone I knew. Over in the corner sat this woman from work, Julie, with a guy I didn't recognize. They were engaged in some heated conversation, so I went back to nursing my drink and fantasizing about getting Julie into the sack. Suddenly, the guy with Julie got up and stormed out of the bar. I looked back over to Julie and she was sitting with this dazed look in her eyes. I could see some tears streaming down her cheeks, so I moved over to offer some comfort. "What's wrong beautiful lady?" I asked. "I can't believe he walked out on me," she replied. "After all of the trouble I went through to get out of the house today, just to be with him. He dumped me to be with his wife on New Years Day." I placed my arm around her shoulder, pulling her head close to me. "You are too beautiful to be sitting here crying," I said. "Let me buy you a drink and let's talk." "Thanks," Julie responded. "I guess I do need a friend right now. But what about your wife. Are you going to dump me too?" "Julie," I replied. "I don't have a wife. She filed for divorce Christmas Eve. I'm all alone this holiday season." "I'm sorry. I didn't know," she said. "That's okay," I replied. "Maybe things will work out for the best in the long run." After a couple of minutes passed, Julie said quietly, "Please don't think I'm too bold or something, but I've noticed you flirting with me at work. I wanted to flirt back, but I thought you were married and I don't need is another married man in my life." "What about you," I questioned. "Where is your husband today, and why are you out on the town?" "Oh he's probably home asleep on the couch right now. You know, in a drunken stupor. I told him I had a Doctor's appointment today and he said not to wake him when I came back" We finished our drink and I asked her if she would like to come over to my place for lunch. "I can't think of anything I would rather do right now," she replied. We drove the few blocks to my apartment, holding hands like a couple of school kids. As I parked my car in front of the building where I lived, I pulled Julie's face close to mine and gave her a long, probing kiss. At first, she stiffened to my advances but as I continued to explore her warm, sweet mouth with my tongue, Julie began to return the kiss. Her eyes took on a glazed, sleepy look and she pressed her breasts against my chest. "You had better look out," Julie whispered softly in my ear. "I'm real vulnerable right now and might take advantage of your hospitality." "Shh," I replied. "You don't have to say anything. Just relax and let me take care of you." We got out of the car and went into my apartment. It was nothing special, just a small one bedroom with a Kitchen, Living Room, small dining area and bedroom. There was a television I had salvaged from my house before my wife kicked me out. The one romantic thing about this apartment was the fireplace, which I had rekindled into a nice crackling fire. I took down a couple of steaks from the fridge and popped them in the broiler. I had prepared a salad earlier and bought some french bread at the bakery. "It will be a couple of minutes," I said. "How do you like your steak?" Embarrassed, she replied, "Rare, just like my men." She laughed and continued, "No, Medium will be fine." I brought out a bottle of Cabernet I had set aside and poured us a couple of glasses. Sitting down on the rug in front of the fireplace, I pulled Julie close and kissed her longingly. The warmth of the wine and fire began to spread through our bodies as we both knew what lay in store. "I'm not really hungry right now," Julie sighed. "Let's wait on lunch if it's alright with you." "Sure," I said, and got up and removed the steaks from the broiler. "We'll keep these in the oven until later." I moved back over next to Julie and resumed kissing those lucious lips, letting my tongue explore the warmth of her mouth. The wine had imparted a musky taste that spoke of things to come. Softly, I nuzzled her neck, nibbled on her ear and whispered just how beautiful she was. Julie responded by moving closer to me, letting her long red hair fall across my shoulder and brush gently against my cheek. I sensed the smell of raindrops in her hair, the soft sweet smell of her perfume all came together to form the perfect setting for love. Without realizing what was happening, we sank to the thick, plush carpet and continued in a steamy embrace, kissing, nibbling and whispering thoughts of love in each other's ears. My hand brushed her breasts lightly and I could feel her nipples harden through the silk blouse she was wearing. My hands continued to encircle her waist and pull her warm body close to me. "Oh god," Julie sighed. "That feels so good. I haven't been held like this in so long. My husband never wants to cuddle and my boy friend, or ex-boy friend now, just wants to fuck me." Julie giggled, "That was crude, wasn't it. I guess the wine has made me a little tipsy." It did destroy some of the moment, and I sat up. Mindlessly, I stirred the fire and added a couple of logs. "Let's not talk about the past," I said. "Let's just enjoy the present and see where the future takes us." "Okay," Julie said. "No more ancient history." As I sat gazing into the fire, wishing we had not interrupted our mood, I felt something warm and soft gently rubbing my leg. At first, she softly caressed my thigh and moved toward the inside of my leg, gently touching my balls and dick. As if it had a mind of its own, my cock began to harden to this gentle touch. I pulled Julie close and began kissing her again, letting my lips move softly across her lips, nibbling at her ear lobe and moving down her cheek, neck and shoulder. I let my mouth gently caress her now erect nipples through her silk blouse as my hand cupped the other breast gently squeezing and massaging that nipple. Julie gasped softly and pressed her hands more urgently against my dick. Finding my belt buckle, Julie released my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down and away. My dick was now at full attention. It was straining against my boxers. I eased Julie away from my embrace long enough to unbutton her blouse and slip it off of her shoulders. She was wearing a lacy white bra which barely contained her firm breasts. I gently massaged her erect nipples, squeezing them through the bra. I placed my mouth over her breast and kissed them lovingly. My hands unsnapped the clasp holding the bra in place and her breast sprang free of their prison. Quickly my mouth took the nipple in and I began sucking gently on it, occasionally nipping with my teeth and pulling gently, letting them grow and enlarge in my mouth. My hands roamed down to the belt of the slacks she was wearing, loosening it and unbuttoning the waist. Unzipping her, I pushed the slacks free of her long firm legs, exposing her silk panties which covered her soft mound. Moving my mouth away from her breasts, I kissed her firm stomach, tracing the outline of her panties with my tongue, from the band of elastic around her hips, down along the side and around her leg, lingering inside her creamy white thighs. I could smell her pussy juices and feel the hotness of her arousal. I continued to kiss her warm crotch while my hands found her breasts and massaged them. Julie was pushing against my mouth, trying to get it closer to her now erect clit. I felt her free my raging cock from my boxers and heard her gasp softly as she felt the length and thickness of my 8" dick. She wrapped her tiny hand around the shaft, letting her hand move gently up to the enlarged head which was now wet with precum. "Oh," she whispered. "It is so hard and soft at the same time. It feels like velvet. I want to taste it, Please ..." I pushed her panties down and removed them from her ankles. Her legs parted giving my searching tongue access to her damp pussy. She arched her back a little, pressing her slit against my probing mouth. I moved down between her legs, parting her damp pussy hairs with my hand and exposing the rosebud of her clit, still half-hidden behind its protective hood. My tongue probed deeply into her vagina, moving upward to flick across this clit, causing it to harden even more and taking it between my lips, I gently pulled it with a sucking motion, freeing it and allowing it to become fully erect. My tongue lashed vigorously against the now exposed clit, causing Julie to buck against my mouth as her hips began to gyrate wildly beneath me. "Oh God, I'm coming," she moaned. "It feels so good. Please don't stop. Eat me. . ." Her words trailed into a groan ending in a small scream of pleasure. Her body was now twisting and bucking for all its worth as the ecstasy of the orgasm flooded her every being. Continuing to gently caress the lips of her pussy, intentionally avoiding the tender clit, I moved to place one finger into her waiting cunt. Keeping my palm up, I pressed my finger up against the top of her vagina wall while my thumb pressed down on her pelvic bone. Gently feeling my way, I located her g-spot. Julie began pressing back again, letting me know I had hit the magic spot. "Stop, please. It feels good and hurts good at the same time," she said. "Besides, I want to taste you too. I want to give you some pleasure too:. I continued to massage her g-spot while I moved to place my engorged dick closer to her waiting mouth. Hungrily, she placed her soft lips over the head of my cock, licking it like it was an ice-cream cone. By now her clit had subsided enough for me to begin tasting, nibbling and massaging it with my wet, slippery tongue while my fingers, now two, massaged her vagina and g-spot. I could feel my own orgasm mounting and sensing I was getting close, Julie said, "I don't swallow yet." I pulled out of her mouth and we moved facing each other. I kissed her lips softly, then urgently, letting my tongue probe deeply into her mouth. I could taste my scent and the salty taste of the precum mingled with the sweet aroma of her pussy juices creating an aura that is beyond compare. Taking my hard, stiff dick in her soft small hands, she placed the enlarged head against her clit and began to masterbate herself with my cock. Her pussy juices from the two orgasms were flowing from her cunt lubricating my dick and allowing this massaging to bring her to the brink of another orgasm. I couldn't hold back any longer. My raging dick found the opening to her vagina and I thrust into her waiting pussy. The thickness of my cock prevented me from pushing deeply at first, so I slowly moved in about two inches, stopped and slowly withdrew until only the head of my dick remained inside her throbbing vagina. Repeating the thrust, this time about three inches and then slowly withdraw. Julie was now bucking hard against me, begging me to fill her pussy with this long, thick dick. I pressed my feet against the couch and pushed up against her clit with my hairy pelvis. I ground against her clit while thrusting my dick deep into her cunt. This time it went all the way in, the tip pressing against her uterus. I began a slow thrusting in and out while grinding my pelvis against her clit and pressing down on her pelvic bone, allowing the head of my dick to slide across her g-spot. As I picked up speed, thrusting harder and harder into her pussy, my balls lashing against her soft, white ass and my hair covered pelvis grinding against her clit, the orgasm began. Her hips thrashed wildly beneath me. I could feel the contractions of her vagina as the throes of her orgasm swept over her. My hot mouth found hers and our tongues inter-twined. I could feel the passion of my own orgasm mounting and with screams of joy, ecstasy and love we shuddered together in a passionate embrace, our mutual orgasm leaving us faint ... breathless. The fire continued to crackle as our spent bodies lay entwined on the carpet. We both dozed off for a few minutes. As I awoke, I softly kissed the beautiful creature lying beside me. Sleepily, she smiled and returned my warm kiss. "Ready for more?" I asked. "Sure," she replied. New Year's Day in Lockwinnock Forward: This is the second story in the Lockwinnock trilogy. It is the sequel to New Year's Eve in Lockwinnock. To fully appreciate the context of this story, it is suggested that New Year's Eve in Lockwinnock be read first. As always, the author appreciates your comments and suggestions. Enjoy. * Beth stirred in the bed. There was noise in the kitchen and the smell of fresh brewed coffee. She slowly stretched and drew back the covers. Sitting up she found her terry robe neatly folded at the end of the bed and her slippers at her bedside. Beth slipped them on her feet and smiled. The touch of the soft sheepskin against her toes brought back the memory of the night before. Her left hand involuntarily caressed her breasts and the thumb of her other hand brushed her pubic hair. The sound of dishes being placed on the dining table made her start. Embarrassed she rose, put on the terry robe, and began to shuffle out of the bedroom. She mused to herself "...memo to the management: a proper fitting robe and slippers are a must to ensure a repeat visit..." At the door, she stopped and watched for a moment as Aaron scurried about the kitchen. He was dressed in a T-shirt, sweat pants, and slippers and moved about with quiet efficiency. The table was set for two. There was bread, butter, jam, and cheese on the table. Aaron turned away from the stove, coffeepot in one hand and mugs in another. He spied Beth in the doorway and said, "Morning sweetie. Hungry? I known I am." "I thought with everything you ate last night that you would still be full," she coyly answered. "Different restaurant, different menu," he replied, "but I do in intend to dine there again today. Want some coffee?" "Are you sure that restaurant will be open?" "I'm sure I can get the meal I want. I know the waitress." "Waitress, hell...you better suck up to the owner if you want to dine like you did last night," she retorted with a sarcastic smile. "And the waiter of this establish better hurry up and pour me some coffee or his tip might be drastically reduced," she added playfully as she sat down at the table. Aaron poured the coffee and placed a kiss on her forehead. He set the pot down and joined her at the table. The banter continued as they ate. Breakfast finished, Beth announced that she had to wash her hair. She shuffled into the bathroom with Aaron and watched and listened impatiently as he demonstrated how to use the portable showerhead. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with his pedantic and specific tones. She lost tolerance. "Seems simple enough." She said curtly and grabbed the showerhead from his hands. Aaron withdrew slightly deflated. "There's shampoo and cond..." "I know, I know." Beth cut him off. "I can find it. I'm a big girl. Now be off." Aaron quickly closed the bathroom door behind him bemused by her sudden change. He shrugged his shoulders and wondered as he cleared the table if it was that time of the month or just too much caffeine? As he put the milk and cheese away in the RV refrigerator, he reminded himself to drop off a bottle of scotch to Ian on the way home tomorrow. As usual, the old groundskeeper had done a great job ensuring the preparation the cottage. Without his assistance, Aaron knew that the previous evening would have been a total disaster. The dishes were soon washed and put away. Aaron was just tidying up the table when he heard Beth's screams. "Aaron! Aaron McGregor! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!!!" "Oh Jesus, what now," he muttered as he opened the bathroom door and entered. "Beth, Beth, what's the matter?" "Ooohhhh, it took you long enough. Oouuch. The shampoo is in my eyes. It hurts something awful and I can't turn on this fucking shower! DO SOMETHING!!!" It was all Aaron could do not to burst out laughing at the comic scene of Beth writhing about in the tub, rubbing at her face, and swatting at the shower controls. However, Aaron was smart enough to realize that laughter was not appropriate at this moment. "Just a second and I will help you out," he said in a calming voice. He grabbed the washcloth from tub and gently mopped her face with it. " I need the shower not the..." "Shhh, my love," Aaron stopped her by placing his fingers gently on her lips. As he turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature, Beth squirmed with annoyance. Gently he used the washcloth and the shower water to remove the rest of the shampoo from her face. Then with the sprayer and caressing hand movements, he removed the shampoo from her hair and rinsed the remainder of her body. He could feel her relax as she leaned back in the tub. He gently kissed her forehead, then her lips. He hoped all was forgiven. Suddenly there was a splash. With crocodile quickness, the showerhead was wretched from Aaron's hands. Water sprayed into his face, over his T-shirt, and onto the floor. Aaron reeled back blindly and reached for the main shutoff valve. Finding it, a half twist muted the irritation. "What the hell was that for?" roared Aaron rubbing his face with his hands and flicking away the water. "That's for the shampoo in my eyes." "What the ...why is that my fault? "Of course its your fault. If your damn shower worked properly it wouldn't have happened." "And if you had..." Aaron stopped. Experience told him not to go there. A calculated deep breath extinguished his remaining annoyance. However, his exasperation remained. "I'm all wet," was all he could say as he looked down at his clothes. "Well so am I," came the coy response. Aaron looked over to see Beth stretched out in the tub, her arms resting on its sides, and her legs parted. "Want to see how wet we can get together?" Another incredible bout of tub lovemaking began. Splashing, fondling, massaging, probing, biting, and caressing all led to the final scene. Beth found herself kneeling. Her breasts were moulded into the curve of the tub as she leaned over the edge and her breath was coming in short pants. Beth could feel Aaron's cock piston in and out of her pussy. She could feel his balls bounce against her ass. His hands raked her back, squeezed her breasts, and slapped her buttocks in a tympany of irregular beats. Her mouth gaped yet she made no sound. She instinctively reached with her left hand for her clit. She squeezed it between her thumb and finger. Aaron's thumb found her anus. It pushed against the muscle. A silent scream filled her head. Blind colours flashed before her eyes. Their bodies rigidly convulsed. After what seemed to be a sensual eternity, they melted together. Neither could speak only pant. Nor was there the strength to get out of the tub. They could only minutely twist to intuitively make the other more comfortable within porcelain confines. Beth was the first to attempt to talk. "Jesus...Oh Jesus, Aaron," she said between gasps. After a few more involuntary breaths she managed, "When do you think I could make another hair appointment?" They both roared with laughter. After leisurely dressing, they decided to catch a bit of fresh air on the moor. Aaron prepared a thermos of hot tea and found a tam and scarf to help prevent Beth from getting chilled. The sun was bright and there was a slight breeze as they headed hand in hand up the gravel service path towards the 18th green. They enjoyed the walk, the moments of conversation, and the silences. As they reached the approach to the 18th tee, a bounding golden retriever accosted them. "Here Sandy, come boy," came the call from a barrel-chested older man wearing a Wellington and galoshes. "Sorry folks. Quiet Sandy. Stop that barking now. The man continued to approach and the dog returned to his side and stopped barking. Then he laughed and shouted, "Oh Aaron, sorry I didn't recognize you. Happy New Year." The man strode forward and shook Aaron's hand. "And who's this charming lady?" "Ian, I would like you to meet Beth Carin. Beth this is Ian Robertson, the best groundskeeper in Lockwinnock." "The only groundskeeper in Lochwinnock. Pleased to meet you lass," he said as he whipped off his cap and extended his hand to her. Beth held out her hand and felt it surrounded by a firm but gentle, calloused grip. His blue eyes sparkled and a warm smiled filled his ruby face. While this man in his seventies was not what she expected a groundskeeper to look like, she felt an immediate affinity for him. All three shared in the conversation that mainly centered around Sandy as he made the rounds getting his head and ears rubbed. As they were departing, Ian turned and said, "Aaron, what are you and Beth doing for dinner? Charlotte and I would love you to join us. We're having lamb. Tommy will be there too. Please come won't you?" Aaron felt Beth squeeze and tug at his arm. "Thanks, Ian that would be great." "Super! I'll send Tommy around in the Rover about 5, to pick you up." Waving, he turned and marched down the path towards the clubhouse with Sandy running before him. The impatient tug on his arm continued. "Oh Aaron, how could you. I hate lamb. Mother always used to serve us boiled lamb and peas. I can still see the grayish mess on my plate surrounded by mushy green. Uuuck!" "You'll survive. Come let's work up an appetite for tonight's dinner," he quipped as he started back up to path to the cottage. Beth reluctantly followed. They cut across the course and approached the low stonewall that surrounded the cottage from the 15th fairway. "Aaron, could we sit here for a minute? This place is really beautiful. I just want to stop and admire it." "Sure luv," he said as he helped her up onto the wall. There they shared the remaining tea, kisses, and the view until the sun began to set and they started to get cold. Upon entering the cottage, Beth went straight to the bedroom and began rummaging in her small overnight bag. "Aaron, I've nothing to wear. Look, we just can't go." The contents of the bag were now spread out over the bed. Two thongs, two bras, two pairs of socks and a white cotton turtleneck composed the arrayed clothing. A large plastic make-up bag had consumed most the space. "You see I have nothing to wear." Her voice was almost a whine. Aaron cocked his head to the side, paused for a moment, and then strode deliberately to the far bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out a series of thin plastic packages. Each contained a silk scarf. Sorting through the assortment, he tossed a multi-hued red one on the bed by the turtleneck. "There that should flatter your colour and temperament. Or you could just wear the scarf, I know that would get Tommy's New Year off in the right direction." "And no doubt yours, and Ian's too," she laughed. "And what do you use these scarves for, my little man?" "As you can see, they haven't been used yet. They're still in their original boxes. But, be a good girl and eat your lamb, and perhaps I show you tonight," he said patting her ass as he passed on his way to the wardrobe. At 10 to 5, the whine of the gears and the crunch of gravel announced the arrival of the Rover. There was a sharp knock and Beth moved unenthusiastically towards the door. Opening it, her heart stopped. "Hi, you must be Beth." She could not move because there before her was the most perfect specimen of masculinity that Beth had ever seen. His melodious baritone voice mesmerized her. It was only the movement of his hand that caused her to come out of her trance. She shook his hand. "Hi, I'm Beth, " she said haltingly. She did not know what to else to say and just hung onto his hand. "Tommy, how are you? Happy New Year!" Her hand was released as Tommy turned to greet Aaron who had just come out of the bedroom. As the two men talked, Beth had time to carefully appraise the young man. Tommy was at least 6 foot 4, and 20 stone, with short reddish curly hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, a tapered waist and his snug fitting jeans revealed a tight ass and that he dressed on the left. Now compared to Ian, he was ... The Robertson's lived in an apartment over one of the garages that formed the service court for the golf club. As they climbed the stairs to the apartment, Beth met her next surprise of the evening. "Happy New Year Beth, so nice of you to come" A warm hug followed. "I'm Charlotte. Let me take your jacket." Ian's wife was not what she expected. Ian entered the hallway and smothered her in a big hug. "Hope you brought your appetite. It's going to be a great meal," She heard him say as he ushered Aaron off to the inner confines of the apartment to get a drink. She was left standing awkwardly with Tommy in the hallway. Tommy just looked at her and smiled. Beth did not know what to say. The click of heels and "Tommy, be a dear, and get us some wine," ended the embarrassing silence. "Beth is Merlot OK?" "Yes, yes," was all Beth could muster. With the touch of a finger on her elbow, Beth was maneuvered into the living room and offered a seat at one end of the sofa. Charlotte sat at the other end. She was a woman in her late forties or early fifties, with short, blonde hair, and an athletic build. She wore a blue angora sweater and blue slacks. Her jewelry was simple a solitaire diamond pendant and matching diamond stud earrings. Beth was taken back by the significant age difference between Ian and his wife. She nervously tried to start the conversation. "Dinner smells good," "Oh it will be. Ian is an excellent cook. I on the other hand, only make tea, toast, and reservations, all exceptionally well." Charlotte's self-depreciating attitude and easy manner put Beth at ease. Tommy returned with the wine. "Oh thank you, dear," Charlotte said taking one of the wine glasses from a silver try. "Now be off. See if you can help your father while Beth and I get to know one another better." After giving Beth her glass, he left. Beth's eyes followed him. Charlotte noticed her glance. "He's a good boy, but a bit of a ladies man, I think," she chuckled. In the next twenty minutes before diner, Beth learned a great deal about her host and hostess. They had been married for 24 years and had met when Charlotte was just an intern in the bank. Ian was in construction and land development. They met when he had applied for a loan. Ian had done well and she had risen in the bank and still worked in a senior position in Glasgow. As the two women began to share the similarities of the men in their lives, Tommy interrupted them. "Excuse me, ladies. Please allow me to escort you to the dinning room." As they began to follow Tommy, Charlotte gently pulled on Beth's arm and whispered, "Ian has two all consuming passions, golf and airplanes, please try not to talk about those tonight." " I think you're safe," Beth quietly replied as they entered the dinning room. "I don't know anything about either of them." Both giggled. Beth had never sat through a meal like this one. It lasted until nearly ten o'clock. However, there was never a moment that was not punctuated with spirited conversation, laughter, and most of all incredible taste sensations. A salad with raspberry vinaigrette dressing had started the meal. The main course was rack of lamb, with riced potatoes, and buttered green beans. A lemon sorbet cleared the pallet for dessert, which consisted of an incredible trifle. Wine flowed throughout the meal. As they were finishing up their coffees and liqueurs in the living room, Beth found her head resting against Aaron's shoulder. "I think its time we got your lady home, Aaron," Beth heard Charlotte say, through half closed eyes. She started. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to nod off. Its just that..." "Oh, no, no, my dear. Everything is all right. I'm tired too," Charlotte winked and smiled. Aaron helped Beth to her feet and Tommy assisted her into her jacket as they entered the hallway. The men gathered at the door and exchanged god nights. Tommy slipped Beth a kiss as he headed down the stairs to bring the Rover to the door. Beth smiled at the feeling his lips left on her cheek Charlotte gave Beth a warm embrace. "Thanks so much for coming. I have not enjoyed an evening like this in such a long time." Then she tightly cupped Beth's hands and added, "I am going to make sure you come here again." Before she could reply, Beth found herself in the bear-like grip of Ian. She spontaneously kissed his cheek and thanked him for the wonderful meal. With Happy New Year's ringing in their ears, Beth and Ian negotiated the stairs, climbed into the back seat of the Rover, and quietly cuddled during the drive back to the cottage. After entering the cottage, they found themselves in a tight loving embrace. "That was a wonderful evening, Ian. I really enjoyed myself." "Was the lamb better than your mother's mutton?" "Oh my God yes and the dess.." A lingering kiss and the feel of his hands cupping her buttocks interrupted her. "I think its time for bed," he whispered. "I think so too," she replied as she slipped his embrace, gently patted his cheek and headed with a slightly unsteady step for the bathroom. Aaron hung up their jackets and stoked the stove with peat blocks for the night. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, he turned and gazed. "Well, Lady Godiva, I presume?" was all he could manage to say. A naked vision weaved across the living area and into the bedroom. The red silk scarf had been strategically hung around her neck to cover her breasts. Beth reappeared at the door and seductively waved the scarf ends at him. "Your Lady awaits your, Lord Aaron, " Beth said with a sultry tone and disappeared from the doorway. Aaron turned off the kitchen lights and hurried into the bathroom. He laughed. On the floor beside the sink was a damp towel and washcloth and Beth's clothes were in various piles around the bathroom. He tied up the room, hung up her clothes, adding his own to the rack, and prepared himself for bed. "Lord Aaron," he chuckled to himself as he turned off the light and headed towards the glow of the bedroom door. Aaron's cock began to stiffen. Beth lay on the bed. Her eyes were closed and the scarf snaked across her body. The delicate material hid her breasts, navel, and pubic area, but left little to the imagination. She stirred as he lay down beside her. They kissed gently and the caresses continued through their fingertips as their hands explored each other. Aaron used the ends of the scarf to tease Beth's nipples and mound. The silk scarf edges caught and pulled at the tendrils of her pubic hair. Aaron enjoyed her soft moans of pleasure and continued to kiss her cheeks and neck. Her warm hand found his dick and gently began to squeeze it. His manhood hardened and Aaron emitted soft sighs of gratification. He returned the pleasure as his fingers found her cleft and the moisture inside. The sensations generated by each other's fingers tips soon filled their minds. They rolled together. Beth felt his glans slowly part her pussy lips and penetrate. She luxuriated in his slow rhythmic movements. She hugged him tighter as she felt the rigor build within him and then felt Aaron spurt inside her. She sighed and hugged him tighter. Beth did not mind, that she had not cum. She just delighted in the pressure of his body, in the warmth of their embrace, and the joy of the moment. Soon both cuddled as spoons and drifted off to sleep. The morning sun woke Aaron. He padded barefoot to the bathroom silently closing the bedroom door behind him. On his way out of the bathroom, he grabbed his old rugby shirt. As he put it on, lines from bawdy limericks to flashed through his mind. The feel of the heavy cloth hem against his ass and his cock made him feel randy. Wearing only shirt was risqué. What would Beth think? Aaron started the coffee, preheated the thermos, and prepared some kippers, cheese, and crackers for breakfast. After everything was ready, he looked at it and muttered, "Not much there mate, especially comparing it to last night's meal. You're a bloody fool to offer her this." In spite of his thoughts, he picked up the tray and strode confidently towards the bedroom. As he opened the door he announced in his best booming baritone, "Arise and greet the sunshine, my lassie. There's another glorious day upon us." Beth rose sleepily onto her elbows and watched him place the tray on the end of the desk. She yawned and commented with a sarcastic tone, "I see the butler has returned. I like his new uniform. Its very sheik." Her eyes followed him as he moved to the wardrobe. There he removed a jean shirt. As he did so, the rugby sweater rode up his ass. "Nice ass! A little old, but tight," she teased. New Year's Day in Lockwinnock A few steps found him at her side of the bed. "Here put this on, we'll be even," he said as he dropped it on the comforter that still covered her. He bent down to kiss her. But Beth stopped him with her left hand. She grabbed a handful of shirt and pushed him back. Her right hand grasped his exposed cock and started to rub. "While I like the butler's ass, I like this better," she huskily said as she leaned forward and kissed his member. Her warm breath and lips felt good. Their sensuous touch lingered and teased. Then suddenly Beth released his cock and pushed him away with both hands. "Let me see what else there is to eat." With one motion, she rose from the bed and donned the shirt. Brushing past Aaron, she approached the desk. "What's for breakfast?" There was a long pause. Beth turned to Aaron. Her eyes flared. "You don't expect me to eat this, do you? Kippers, they're oily and fattening, and I don't..." She never got a chance to finish. Aaron was on her like a flash. His lips covered her mouth and his hands roughly groped at her breasts. She tried to push him off as she broke the kiss. "Aaron! Aaron, please stop your being too..." She was stopped mid sentence as he spun her around and pushed her across the desktop. In her new position, her legs were spread and her ass completely exposed. Beth felt his hardness push forcibly against her pussy. Then he was inside. Aaron was surprised at her wetness and warmth. Her tightness surrounded him. She matched each of his thrusts. His hands moved up under the shirt and firmly squeezed her shoulders and the sides of her breasts. Beth moaned as his hands returned to her hips and kneaded her ass. Separating her cheeks, he began to massage her anus with his thumbs. Beth moaned more and pushed back against him even harder. Glancing over at the kippers on the plate, Aaron smiled. He dabbed the fingers of his left hand in the oil. He continued his thrusting as he ran his oily fingers over her puckered sphincter. Beth tensed as she felt first the penetration of one fingertip and then another. "Ah, ah," she gasped and Aaron felt her sphincter muscle tighten and then relax as he worked the fingers back and forth. "Oh...Oh... " Beth groaned. Her vaginal muscles rhythmically tightened around Aaron's cock as he continued to thrust in and out. Aaron pulled back. Both his fingers and his cock popped out of Beth's holes simultaneously. Her breath now came in shallow gulps. She felt Aaron's fingers spread her ass cheeks again. Aaron saw Beth's asshole gape. Pinning Beth with his left hand squarely in her back and steadying his dick with his right, Aaron plunged. Beth's cry drowned out the sound of the Rover's horn. However, she did notice a vehicle stop in the driveway in front of the bedroom window. She was filled with panicked embarrassment. "Aaron, stop, please stop! Aaron, someone's here," she pleaded. However, he never missed a beat. Instead, he reached over her and opened the casement window. "The top of the morning to you, Ian Robertson," Aaron gleefully shouted. "You son of a bitch," Beth hissed as he continued to rock back and forth. From his vantage point in the Rover, Ian looked up from the driveway to the bedroom window. He saw Aaron in his red and white rugby shirt leaning over a crimsoned faced Beth. From their body movements, both seemed to be struggling with something. "Charlotte sent over a something for your breakfast." He held up a basket. "That was very thoughtful of her," Aaron replied in a loud voice as he quickened his pace. "She also wants Beth to help her with the Valentine's Soiree. She put a note in the basket." "That sounds gooood" came the reply. "These bastards are carrying on a conversation while I'm getting ass fucked." thought Beth to herself. "This is bloody ridiculous!" The embarrassment heightened the feelings generated by Aaron's cock. Together they were driving her towards orgasm. "I'll have the girls come around today and clean the place for you." "Much aaappreciated, Ian," Aaron stammered. "But I see you're busy. I'll just leave the basket on the doorstep." He chuckled and the Rover disappeared around the side of the cottage. Beth closed her eyes and released a sigh. "Oh sweet Jesus...Oh, Oh...don't stop!" A new sensation had filled her mind. Aaron had curved his left hand down around her hip and was now massaging her clit. His other hand had grabbed her shoulder and was arching her body tightly back against his thrusting. They now moved as one. Beth could feel the heat building in her lower abdomen. Aaron could feel the tension building in his cock. Both screamed together. Neither heard, nor saw, the Rover pass on its return journey down the driveway. The sensations of passion were all they could comprehend. Beth reveled in the feeling of Aaron's throbbing cock and his sperm jetting into her bowels. Aaron was lost in the sensation of her buttocks against his abdomen and the contractions of her anal sphincter around his cock. After a few minutes, the coital bliss waned and they rolled off one another and onto the floor. Then they both began to laugh hysterically. It took some time for them to even begin to regain their composure. Beth was the first to speak as she wiped the tears of laughter from her cheeks. "Oh Christ, I wonder want Ian is thinking now? "Probably about Charlotte's ass..." peels of laughter racked his body again. Beth tried to unsuccessfully to stifle her laughter as she mentally pictured the rotund little man pounding away at his wife's rear end. It took a few more minutes for silence to reign again in the bedroom. "Shall we have some breakfast? The coffee probably still warm." Beth glanced up at the tray. "No way I'm eating that shit." Hear those words, Aaron started to chuckle again. "I suppose one of us had better get up and see what Charlotte sent us," Beth continued trying to maintain her composure. "It had better be you because my legs are still like Jell-O" He watched the exposed cheeks of her ass disappear out the bedroom door and he thought to himself, "Oh God, what have I gotten myself into now?" There was a mental flashback to the window scene just a few moments before and he convulsed yet again in laughter. Beth returned to the room to find Aaron still slumped up against the drawers of the desk. He noticed her presence and looked up. Strands of brown hair partially covered her face. She held a scone in her teeth, a basket in one hand and a folded piece of paper in the other. Beth walked towards him, her hips swinging. She straddled his legs and bent over him to place the basket on the desk. She deliberately made the denim shirt ride up and she felt Aaron's breath on her legs. Then she knelt down. Aaron reveled in the feel of her damp stickiness as she nestled across the tops of his thighs. Beth leaned forward. The scone was still between her lips. She pushed it against his mouth. Aaron bit. Beth leaned back and held the paper in front of his face. While he chewed, he read, "Beth, please help me with our Valentine's party. Call me. Love, Charlotte." The phone number was lost in the fold of the paper. Beth giggled with excitement and the movement reverberated through Aaron's body. He stirred and thought, "...In for a penny, in for a pound." His New Year's futures were improving by the minute. New Years Day Massage It's been a couple of days now, but we are still both coming down from a real "high" experience. I had arranged with Cheryl's regular masseure for a double full body massage for both of us as a New Years present, but his wife got sick and had to beg off. Therefore, when Bert showed up alone with his massage table it was obvious, ( at least to me how disappointed I was ). He offered to reschedule, but Cheryl was already running around the house in her robe and couldn't wait to get started, so I just decided to let him do her and I would just watch. I am a watcher anyway so that wasn't so bad. Bert set up his table in our master bedroom, adjusted the height and checked the stability of the table while Cheryl dropped her robe and climbed aboard. No, we don't bother with towels covering part of the anatomy as we have all seen each other nude, and we were going to get naked anyway, at least they were. As Bert warmed the lotion, and prepared to massage Cheryl she was already starting to squirm in anticipation. Now this guy is a professional and he knows his stuff so he started with her neck,moved to her shoulders and worked her tight muscles loose and I could hear a soft moan of delight come from her. Then he moved to her arms and her upper back and by now she was just a bowl of jelly, from the release of tension. As he moved to her legs, he started with the feet and worked his way up until he reached her buttocks where he spent some extra time kneading the glutinous muscles and Cheryl began to spread her legs apart. Here, Bert began to dip his fingers into Cheryl's honey pot and her vaginal lips began to swell and her lubrication mixed with the lotion was making a wet spot on the table covering. For several minutes he worked there and then had Cheryl turn over on her back. This is the part I especially like as once again he worked her neck, and her shoulder blades before he ever touched her breasts. He worked her arms in the front as he had done her back and then he moved to her 36C breasts and began to rub, knead, and massage them as her nipples stood up like massive pencil erasers. Now he moved away and to her mid section and her abdomen where he spent considerable time rubbing and working the muscles and I could tell that Cheryl was anxious for him to get to her pussy. However, that is not what he did, as he then moved to her upper legs and worked his way both up and down from her feet to her vaginal area before touching her squirming pussy lips. By now I had my pants open and was beginning to jerk off as I watched another man, albeit one who had done this to Cheryl many times before stimulate her sexually. Finally he began to spread her legs even wider apart than she had them and massaged her outer vulva and innner vulva lips with warm oil always in a circular motion being careful to caress the clitoris each time he passed. By now Cheryl was openly humping his hand and he stopped to remove his own clothes including his briefs. This caused Cheryl to reach out and hold his penis with her hand and I watched it grow in size as she did so. First one finger disappeared into her vagina, then two fingers and then three fingers worked in and out and up and down in her love tunnel as she had her first orgasm. " Oh God, I'm cumming, keep it up don't stop." Not that he had any intention of stopping and I got up to stand next to the table so that I could see better. While nude, and with his dick in Cheryl's hand which she was moving up and down, he began to rub her breast with his left hand and to suck on one of her breasts as well. Now Cheryl was begging to be fucked by either one of us, or even both. Then Bert picked her up easily and holding her in his arms he carried her to our bed which I had prepared by covering it with an old blanket to catch any semen or massage lotion on our good sheets. He then began to lick and suck on her clitoris and she screamed, "Fuck me now, damnit and do it hard and fast." Only too glad to oblige, he climbed aboard her body and lifting her legs over his shoulders he sank his dick into her pussy inch by inch until they were rocking the bed with their enthusiasm. Meanwhile I moved to the side of the bed, and Cheryl took me in her mouth giving me her best blowjob. She loves to have two men at once and after she had another orgasm or more, Bert shot his load into her pussy and we changed places. It felt so good and warm in her just fucked pussy that I was cumming in a matter of seconds also. Now Cheryl was well relaxed, well fucked, and fully ready to just lie quietly and come down from her high. Before I could lie and snuggle with her I had to pay Bert his fee, and see him to the door. As he dressed, closed up his table and was ready to leave he said, "You know, it's a shame to charge money for something like this, but I'll take the cash anyway." Maybe the next time we schedule a double, Peggy will be available to do me at the same time, although I admit I spend much of the time watching my wife enjoy herself so it wasn't all that bad after all. Happy New Year to you all.