The Estate - Part 7

After Greeta had gone I got a text from Henry.

‘Can I talk to you?’

‘What about?’ I replied.

‘Me, us.’

‘H, there is no us.’

‘Cud be.’

‘H, I am a married man.’

‘So wht?’

‘Find a boy your own age and fuck him stupid in his bedroom’

‘not wot I wnt’

‘it is what I want’

‘giv us a chnce’

‘it will end in tears’

‘no it will end up with u in me’

And then I got a video message. Henry was in what looked like a park or similar, sitting on the ground, her skirt up and he fingers rubbing herself. Slowly she began to finger fuck herself, and then the video ended. Well, yes, I got hard. Very hard. Even though I had just been sucked off, I was rock hard again. Shit.

‘u r all I think of. U in me’

‘it wont work’ this was getting silly. I thought I ought to block her number again, but a small part of me was flattered. Another small part was turned on, And I was intrigued.

‘cud work. Fuk me, find out’

‘No. I have to work now’

‘Want u 2 fuk me’

There were a few more texts along a similar vein, I just ignored them. She was of a legal age, that wasn’t the issue, but I was sensing, no, seeing, infatuation and I knew, just knew it would end in tears. Probably mine.

I wondered if I ought to talk to Lena about it. I would give that some thought. I didn’t want to discuss it Jools, she would simply make me block Henry’s number, and I was also pretty sure Jools didn’t know I had been fucking Lena, who apparently was fast becoming a friend of Jools. So, all in all, this was complicated. Very complicated. But the back of my brain was saying, ‘just fuck her already.’

It was quiet for a few days, I think it was about a week since I had seen Margaret and I was thinking that perhaps it had all been too much for me, when, think of the devil and the devil will show, the door knocked and it was Margaret, she looked rather stressed.

“Sorry, sorry, I did not mean to ignore you, but it has been all very complicated.” She greeted me.

“Margaret, it is okay, just come in and calm down.” I stepped aside and she came in. “Sit woman” she still seemed to be at unease. I decided she could make any moves necessary.

“Yes. Right. The detective got proof he was cheating on me. Photos of him and her at a hotel, eating, drinking and then entering a room, which was booked under his name for him and his wife. Only his ‘wife’  wasn’t me.”

“Oh that is a shame. Can’t say I am surprised, but, well, it is a shame.”

“Oh, no, no it isn’t. I put all of his things, clothes and everything, in bags and put them in front of the garage. My solicitor says this is grounds for divorce and has raised the paperwork. I sent him a message saying that I hoped he was having a good holiday with his wife. All his stuff was out of the house and that I was divorcing him. I would explain to everyone at the Church what had happened, so he would not be welcome there.”

“Wow,” I said, “but won’t you lose the house? Where will you live?”

“No, the house is in my Mother’s name. Mother is in a care home and we were basically living in her house to look after it. My solicitor says I ought to talk to my mother about transferring it into my name after the divorce starts and we are officially separated.”

“Oh.”

“And I know who she is. She is one of the Inner Circle in the church, so neither of them will be welcome in the church after this. I had thought she was a friend. I was wrong.”

“Crikey Margaret. How do you feel about all this?”

“I feel free. Anyway, that is not why I am here.”

“Oh, why are you here then? Not that it isn’t nice to see you whatever the reason.”

“I spoke to The Lord and he was displeased with me. You have shown me what The Lord wanted me to know but I have not pleased you, and The Lord has directed me to please you.”

“Margaret, you do not have to please me, I was simply showing you what you were missing, you owe me nothing.”

She stood up and pointed to the stairs. “No, I don’t owe you, but I owe the Lord. Shall we go up to the bedroom?”

I got up and followed her, yes followed her, up to my bedroom. As soon as we got into the room she turned and started undoing my belt. Okay, well, obviously my cock got hard as soon as she started on my belt, and as she lowered my zip, my shorts were full of a hard bulge. I held the bottom of her jumper and pulled it up over her head. The same, or similar bra, to before. I might treat her to some sexy underwear I thought.

There was no putting clothes tidily on the stool, they just stayed were they fell until we were both naked. “Lay back” she said. So I did, my cock up at about 45 degrees and looking forward to whatever she was planning. 

Margaret sat beside me and took my hand and began a wank. And that was it. I knew that she didn’t really know what to do beyond the simple mechanics of it. I gently held her hand and slowed her to a stop. “Let me show you” I said.

“It is best with some lubrication, and your spit is good for that. You can either use your mouth to lubricate me, which would be best, or spit into your hands and then wipe them on my cock.”

“My mouth?” she said. “Er, okay.”

She bent down and gingerly sucked at the end of my cock. “Just imagine your mouth is your fanny and imagine I am fucking it. Move your mouth up and down on my cock.” At least she didn’t refuse, but then I had face fucked her fanny a few days before, so allowing one and not the other would, probably, in her mind be wrong. 

She pulled away. “It seems wrong to me but Our Lord has instructed me and so I will keep going until I get it right.”

‘Just you wait till I spunk down your throat’ I thought. She dipped back down and this time it was better, if I closed my eyes the feelings in my cock were the right ones, there was a slight suction and a warmth as she fellated. It wasn’t brilliant, but it wasn’t awful. I pulled away and pushed her back. I bent down and my tongue met her furrow and I licked.

“Oh no, it is supposed to be your turn,” she said as two of my fingers found her fanny and slowly entered her and my teeth chewed at her clitoris.  I opened my fingers, scissoring inside her and then rotated my wrist so that I could crook my fingers. I rubbed at the roof of her fanny, stimulating the rough patch of skin where her hymen used to be. She started raising her hips in time with my pressing upwards.

As my fingers worked inside her fanny my tongue and teeth focused on her clitoris. I licked and then chewed a little, then pressed with my teeth or dabbed with my tongue. Then I stopped and pulled away and gently blew, trying to circle her clitoris with my hot breath. I felt her begin to tense and her breath became shorter, small gulps inwards. I straightened my fingers and slipped them out of her fanny and then quickly back in, finger fucking her harder and faster, ht palm of my hand slapping against her clitoris as I finger fucked.

“Aaahhhhhhhhh’ she screamed as she climaxed, her hips bucking violently as she clamped on my fingers, her hips high in the air, her back arching, only her ankles and shoulders still in contact with the bed. As suddenly as she climaxed she relaxed and slumped back to the bed her breath returning to normal. 

“You are naughty. It is supposed to be about you today.”

“Well now Margaret,” I replied, “why would you think I didn’t enjoy that?”

“Our Lord told me that I had to pleasure you, not that I should let you pleasure me again. It is wrong, so wrong.” She did look quite saddened, not what I would expect from someone that had just experienced a wonderful orgasm.

“My turn now” I said as I rolled over and lay above her Missionary style. I reached down and rubbed my hard cock along the furrow of her sex before pressing into her fanny. There was no resistance, she was soaking from her orgasm and I was easily fully inside her, my balls pressing at the area just where her arse crack met her fanny slit.

“Oooohhh” she whispered and I slowly withdrew a little before pressing in again. I began a gentle fuck, my cock feeling her heat of her fanny, the fuck easy with the juices of her climax. Faster and faster my movement, pressing in as hard as I could, the end of my cock bottoming out and pressing at her womb. I could feel her fanny pulses as she rose again, her tempo matching mine as I fucked, the slap slap slap echoing around the bedroom as I contacted onto her mons, a small pain in my balls as they pressed hard against her skin on the deepest of my strokes.  

“Urgh, urgh, urgh,” she went at each of my in strokes and I was spurred to go harder deeper and faster. Faster, In, In , In, In and my moment approached, I could feel the tightening in my balls as they readied to erupt.  “Urgh, urgh, urgh,” and then as my climax came and my spunk erupted from my cock into the depths of her fanny she let out a long “eeeuuuurrrggghhhhh” followed by an “Aaahhhhh”. I cared not what noises she made, I was emptying my balls and filling her cunt.

My softening cock slipped from her fanny and I rolled onto my back and lay next to her just getting my breath back. That had been one of the best fucks I had had for ages, surprising to be honest, she didn’t really do much to contribute, and yet my orgasm was huge. My balls truly felt drained and my muscles throughout my body still felt as if they were in spasm and clenching. 

“Oh” she said. “That was different.”

With my breath back I asked, “Different? How?”

“My husband never does that when he finishes in me, he doesn’t go all tense and shout, he just, well, pushes in a little harder and then that is it. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to wash himself.”

“Perhaps he doesn’t enjoy it as much, perhaps he just sees it as a duty? I don’t know. But I do know that you, Margaret, are a fantastic fuck.”

“Please, don’t use that word it is horrible. We made love.” 

“Margaret, I am sorry, but love has nothing to do with it. It was simple sex. Fucking. Pleasure. For us both. And now your Lord should be happy as you have ‘pleased’ me, for you certainly have.”

“I need to go to the bathroom, it feels as if I am full to overflowing and I am leaking on your bed.” 

‘Ah yes,’ I thought, ‘that’ll be an issue if Jools sees that. ‘I think a towel next time.’

After Margaret had gone, I checked the bed cover. There was indeed quite a wet spot. I cleaned it as best I could and used Jools’ hair dryer to dry the wet spot. As far as I could tell only a CSI would be able to tell what had happened there that afternoon. I took a shower to ensure that there were no tell-tale signs or scents on me, dressed, and then work, luckily I largely work to my own schedule, but the work still has to be done despite the interruptions.

It turns out there were issues at one of my sites, issues that could not be resolved via Zoom. I knew that meant a site visit. It was too far away to comfortably do there and back in a day, and so I arranged the site visit for the afternoon. I would drive up in the morning, stay in a local hotel, and then drive back home the following morning. Tedious, but sometimes the only solution is face to face and not computer screen to computer screen. 

I gave Jools the good news over tea, that I would have to be away the next night. I wondered what she got up to when I wasn’t around. ‘Perhaps I might put a camera in our bedroom’ I mused. ‘But then, do I really want to know?’.

“Just you be careful,” she said.

“It’s just a drive up the motorway, hard hats and a lot of talking and telling people the way it is.”

“That is not what I meant, and you know it,” she said.

Yes, I did.

The site visit had been fractious. There were disagreements between the sub contractors and what they thought had been agreed. I went through the relevant parts of the contract agreement, walked the site with them and eventually got everyone on the same page. My view was that they had under-tendered and the costs were beginning to worry their accountants. Not my problem. It was gone six by the time I got to the hotel. I phoned Jools and then showered and put a T-shirt and some chinos on and went to the pub next door for some food.

There was a bit of a wait for a table, so I sat in the waiting area with a beer. Also sat there was a quite beautiful woman, impressive cleavage on show, flared skirt, heels and enough makeup on her face the give the cosmetics industry a real boost. “Hi” she said, “waiting for a table too?”

“Yeah, seems they are rather busy, odd for mid week I would have thought, but well, it is what it is.”

“There was a big event on at the showground, perhaps a few people have spilt over to here for food?” She smiled as she spoke and had a really friendly demeanour. 

“If we are both waiting for single tables, should I tell them we don’t mind doubling up?” Well, why not? Nothing ventured, nothing gained I always say.

“Great yes, good idea. I am Trinnie.”

“Hi Trinnie, I am Jase. I’m going to refresh my drink whilst I am up there, do you want a top up?”

“Please, Hendricks and slimline please. No Ice.”

The food was okay, it was just generic pub fare. I had chicken, Trinnie had scampi. We chatted about nothing really, just had a few drinks, probably a couple too many as I think we were both a little tipsy, and then we paid our bills.

“I’m in the hotel next door” she said, “would you like to come back to my room? We can take things further there.” 

I didn’t tell her I was also in the same hotel, “Oh yes, that would be lovely,” I answered, my groin perking up at the prospects for the evening. As we left the hotel she took my hand and we walked across to the hotel. “After you” I said as I held the door for her, ever the gentleman.

She was on a different floor to me, I always request ground floor, my view is it is easier to escape in an emergency, not that I expect them, but, well, you just never know. She was on the first floor. She opened her door and I followed her in. Her room was immaculate, unlike mine, no clothes strewn or dropped on the floor. She turned and kissed me. 

Her lips were soft and I think she wore a lip gloss that made her lips quite slippery to the touch, and my lips were enjoying touching hers. I undid her blouse and my hands were all over her breasts, her nipples were really quite small, and I think her breasts were enhanced. They didn’t drop much when I unhooked her bra. 

Trinnie dropped to her knees and undid the button and zip on my chinos, pulled them down and sucked my cock into her mouth. She was good. As she applied suction her tongue slowly worked around my rim and dipped into my slit. Wow that felt fantastic and I knew if she carried on I wouldn’t be able to hold back; I really wanted to fuck her, not simply get sucked off.

I took her head and pulled her up and off my cock. I pushed her back onto the bed and ran my hands up her thighs to her fanny. And I found her cock. Oh.

I sure as hell wasn’t expecting that. I have no objection to cock, I just prefer fanny, fanny is my first choice, not my only choice.

“I thought you knew” Trinnie said.

“No.” I replied as I bent down and took her (his?) cock into my mouth. Well, I had come this far, to throw a paddy would have been churlish. The evening wasn’t going to end quite as I expected. I gripped with my lips and pushed her foreskin back and ran my tongue over her cock head. I used my mouth to do a soft wank on her cock and my hands toyed with her balls, rolling them around inside her sac like marbles in a bag.

“I want you” she said, her voice husky and quiet, “I want to fuck you now.” 

I got up and lent forward, my knees resting against the edge of the bed, my hands pulling the cheeks of my arse apart. I felt her lick my arse and then spit on it and rubbed it around my hole. Then there was pressure as she pushed her cock against me, relentlessly pressing until my arse began to cede and she entered me. 

Slowly she entered until she was fully inside me, it was a feeling akin to needing a crap, but more pleasurable. Slowly Trinnie pulled back, almost out, and then pressed herself back in. Presumably satisfied that lubrication was enough, she began to fuck my arse. The tempo increased and the sound of her smacking against my arse cheeks in her in stroke was very erotic. Occasionally I felt a tingle as she grazed my prostate, but never that uncontrolled moment that can be intense and painful at the same time.

Faster she went and then she pushed in as hard and as deep as she had been and held it as she ejaculated into my bowel coming with a powerful orgasm before relaxing and her cock slipping from my arse. I could feel the cool air blowing into my gaping arse.

“You can fuck me know if you like” Trinnie said as I composed myself, “or just have a blow job if you like.

“It has been a long day, I’ll just get off if you don’t mind, being fucked lovely but was enough. I don’t need to cum.” I didn’t really fancy fucking her if I was honest. Being fucked always takes it out of me, I probably should go first, but rarely think far enough ahead to plan it that way.

Benjamin Franklin and who to shag

Benjamin Franklin wrote a letter to a friend who was in need of sexual release, he advised his friend to get wife, but if this were not possible, he advised his friend to take an older lover and outlined hi seight reasons as follows:

1. Because as they have more Knowledge of the World and their Minds are better stored with Observations, their Conversation is more improving and more lastingly agreeable.
2. Because when Women cease to be handsome, they study to be good. To maintain their Influence over Men, they supply the Diminution of Beauty by an Augmentation of Utility. They learn to do a 1000 Services small and great, and are the most tender and useful of all Friends when you are sick. Thus they continue amiable. And hence there is hardly such a thing to be found as an old Woman who is not a good Woman.
3. Because there is no hazard of Children, which irregularly produced may be attended with much Inconvenience.
4. Because thro’ more Experience, they are more prudent and discreet in conducting an Intrigue to prevent Suspicion. The Commerce with them is therefore safer with regard to your Reputation. And with regard to theirs, if the Affair should happen to be known, considerate People might be rather inclined to excuse an old Woman who would kindly take care of a young Man, form his Manners by her good Counsels, and prevent his ruining his Health and Fortune among mercenary Prostitutes.
5. Because in every Animal that walks upright, the Deficiency of the Fluids that fill the Muscles appears first in the highest Part: The Face first grows lank and wrinkled; then the Neck; then the Breast and Arms; the lower Parts continuing to the last as plump as ever: So that covering all above with a Basket, and regarding only what is below the Girdle, it is impossible of two Women to know an old from a young one. And as in the dark all Cats are grey, the Pleasure of corporal Enjoyment with an old Woman is at least equal, and frequently superior, every Knack being by Practice capable of Improvement.
6. Because the Sin is less. The debauching a Virgin may be her Ruin, and make her for Life unhappy.
7. Because the Compunction is less. The having made a young Girl miserable may give you frequent bitter Reflections; none of which can attend the making an old Woman happy.

source http://www.bibliomania.com/2/9/77/124/21473/1/frameset.html

The Estate - Part 6

A few days later and I was in the middle of a Zoom meeting when someone knocked on the door. Jools was at work, so only me at home. I muted the mike and answered the door, It was Margaret.

“I am just in a meeting, pop into the kitchen, I shall be through in a few mintues.” I said.

“I can come back later?” She replied.

“No, no it’s fine, just a few minutes and I am all done.” I went back and unmuted, not sure if I had missed anything of importance, I focused on what was being said, usually I half listen with my ear keyed into the main messages and not all the subtexts. I didn’t think I had missed anything of import. I summed up the key action points that had been discussed and ended the meeting. I wrote a few notes as memory joggers in my note pad and shut the computer and joined Margaret in the kitchen.

“So, how are you?” I asked.

“My eyes are wide open. Thanks to you.” She said.

“Oh? How?” I asked.

“He said he was on a course, a residential course where interactive sessions went on into the evening.” Margaret was fixing my eyes with her as she spoke, I thought minimal interruption would be my best response.

“Okay” I said.

“I phoned his office and asked to speak to him, I didn’t say who I was. They said he was on leave this week.”

“Ah.” 

“So I think he is cheating on me.”

“Okay, and what do you want to do about that?”

“I have already done it. I have engaged a private detective to get me facts and proof of what he is doing.”

“Right. Are you sure that you want to do that? When you first came here a few weeks ago, you did not question anything, you simply cooked and laundered for him, and lay on your back and opened your legs when he wanted. That was your life and you were happy with it.” Well, it did seem as if I had upset the apple cart.

“Yes and I prayed to The Lord when I got back from that meeting and The Lord said I should listen to you.”

‘Did he did he really?’ I thought, but did not say. “yes, and?” I replied.

“And I came back and spoke to you again, and listened to you as The Lord had instructed and you told me things I had not considered and I did as you told me. I looked at myself unclothed, and yes my, er, Lady Area was a bit of a mess, but it never mattered when I was the only one to see it, but now I began to wonder, to wonder if my marriage was as strong as I thought.”

This was interesting. I had really only said what I said to get under her skin a little, the holier than thou God Botherers do get to me, and I can’t help baiting them a little, but never had any of them come back for a follow up. “Yes?” I replied to her.

“So I took my little pair of scissors, and I trimmed myself, I think I got a bit carried away. Anyway, yes I tidied the garden as you would say, and then I did what you told me to do.”

She really was struggling to explain what she had done, stopping, blushing, looking away, yet seemed determined to get her words out. “That surprises me, women rarely do s I tell them to,” I said with a laugh in my voice, and attempt to relax her a little.

“I don’t believe that,” she said, seemingly taking my words literally, not as a humorous riposte.  She continued. “I did what you told me to do. I touched myself. I closed my eyes so that I could not see what I was doing, and I touched myself. The Lord had told me to listen to you and that is what you had said to do, The Lord is working through you. I touched myself. I cannot believe I did it and I cannot believe that I am telling you.”

Margaret sat back and looked out of the kitchen window, her eyes averting any chance of catching me looking at her as she almost withdrew into herself after she had spoken of her deeds. 

“And, did you feel good, did you find the magic button.” Well, I had to ask, that was the whole point of her doing it.

She looked at me, her face bright red. “Yes.”

“And?” I asked.

“I had to stop, I felt funny and as if I was about to, er” she paused.

“About to what?” I asked

“Well, I don’t know, go to the toilet feeling I suppose, only stronger, I don’t know. I have never felt anything like it, I was scared I was doing myself a harm.”

It sounded to me like she had been close to climaxing. Interesting, so perhaps she has never had an orgasm. “Okay, well I am pretty sure that you were not going to do yourself a harm Margaret, I suspect that had you carried on then you would have experienced one of those intense moments of pleasure I talked about. What happened next?”

“I stopped and got dressed. And then I got down on my knees and I prayed to The Lord.”

“Did you get an answer?”

“Yes, The Lord told me that you would show me the way and guide me.”

“Oh, and what do you suppose he means by that?”

“I know what he means. It means that you will show me the ways of pleasure.”

I don’t think I have ever found such a bizarre route into a woman’s underwear as this seems to be. My first inkling is that she is utterly barking and that I should steer well clear. My second inkling was, ‘how often will I get to fuck a pious God botherer?’ 

“Oh. You mean that I should teach you how to pleasure yourself?” I tried to sound incredulous.

“Yes, The Lord was very clear on that.”

“Oh. I am not sure about that, I mean you are married.”

“My husband is not treating me as a husband should. He is lying to me, and I believe he is with another woman. In the eyes of Our Lord my marriage is over. You told me that you do not have relations with your wife, and so Our Lord has sanctioned this lesson.”

My God she really believes this. I find the whole think incredible if I am honest, incredible and a lot unbelievable. “Oh.” I couldn’t really think what else to say.

“Shall we go to your bed or do you want to teach me here?”

“Where will you be more relaxed?”

“In a bed.”

“Follow me my Lady” I said and led the way upstairs into the main bedroom. Well, we may as well be comfortable. “You can put your clothes on the dresser stool if you like.”

“Oh. I did not think you would want me unclothed, just, you know, down there.”

I managed to supress my sigh. ” Okay Margaret, yes we could do it that way, but, that is more the way of teenagers behind the bike sheds, than adults having some pleasure.” I took my T-shirt off to start the ball rolling and then undid my belt, and unzipped and lowered my trousers. I left them on the floor and stood in front of her in just my shorts.

Margaret started unbuttoning her blouse and slowly slipped out of it putting it on the dresser stool. Her bra was just a standard functional white bra and her breasts were, I guessed around a D cup, nicely sized and I expected they would sag when released from her bra. She undid the zip on her skirt and let it drop and stepped out of it, folding it and putting it with her blouse. Her panties were typical full cover everything panties, white, so sort of matched with her bra. She stopped undressing and looked at me as if uncertain whether to continue.

“Allow me Margaret” I said and stepped to her, put my hands around her and unclasped her bra. I dropped it on her pile of clothes and looked at her. Her breasts had indeed sagged a little, nature, her nipples were a good thick size and looked to be ready for sucking. I took her hand and led her to the bed. “Lay down” I said.

She got on to the bed and lay more or less in the middle, her left hand resting over her groin. I had yet to see her treasure palace, but I would work my way to that. I slipped my shorts off so I was naked and lay next to her.

“Yours is only the second one I have seen. It is different to my husbands. I can’t see the end of yours.”

“I guess your husband is circumcised, I am not. The mechanics are all the same, but today is about you, not me, don’t worry about my cock.” I kissed the underside of her left breast and moved around it in a circle, and using my fingers I gently squeezed her nipple, which hardened even more under my touch. She lay pretty unresponsive, I guess she did not yet know how to react. I started kissing down her stomach and teased around the edge of her panties with my tongue. She eased her bottom up as I eased her pants down.

I looked up, she had her eyes closed. I looked back down at her sex. Bush trimmed quite short, but still going onto her upper thighs. I would, if the opportunity came, teach her how to have a tidy garden. I blew softly up and down the slit of her sex, a finger tickling gently at the bottom of her slit, slowly and very gently easing in towards her fanny. I was pleased that she was at least moistening up.

My tongue traced the line of her slit up to her clitoris and I dabbed my tongue across it as I was easing my finger inside her. She murmured, I couldn’t make out if it was words or pleasure. I began a gentle finger fuck whilst sucking and nibbling on her clitoris.

“Oh, no, no, I need the toilet’ she gasped.

“No you don’t, just wait.” I said as I worked a second finger into her fanny and pushed and relaxed against her clitoris.

“Ah” she gasped and again and again. Her hips lifted off the bed, and as I increased the temp and pressure of my finger fucking I also sucked at her clitoris harder.

“Ahhhhhh, no, no, yes yes , ahhhhh.” Good, I felt her fanny squeeze my finger as she orgasmed. I slowed my finger fucking and gently withdrew them and pushed myself up into a sitting position next to Margaret.

“Okay Margaret?” I asked, her eyes still closed and her breath gasping.

“What was that? What did you do?”

“Have you honestly never experienced that before?”

“No. Never. That is what I started to feel at home but I was scared I would, you know, wet myself, so I stopped. No. My husband, who is the only man I have been with, never did anything like that with me.”

“I bet he does with his mistress though, in fact I would lay good money that he does.”

“That is so unfair.”

“Indeed, now, perhaps, you can relate to the things I told you and your friend the first time to knocked on my door.”  

“I can understand why Our Lord told me that you would show me and to put my trust in you. You haven’t even, you know, made love to me. You must be sore.”

“No Margaret I am not sore, and no, we have not fucked,” she winced as I said fucked, “and perhaps that is for another man.”

“My husband would say that if I did not relieve him, he would be sore and ache.”

“Just more of his control over you. It is not true, and if it were, a man can easily take care of it himself.”

“I need to relieve you.”

“No Margaret you don’t. I have shown you that a man can give a woman pleasure without needing ‘relief’. Perhaps next time, if there is a next time we will fuck, and perhaps we will not, there are no rules, pleasure between people does not follow rules, it follows emotions and feeling. Whatever makes two people happy and gives them pleasure is all it is about.”

“I must get dressed. I have to go home and thank Our Lord and speak to him again.”

“Okay Margaret, perhaps we will do this again.” I watched as she dressed, she was still shy and closed as she dressed and it felt like an intrusion watching her, but in my view she had to get used to it if she were to progress to a healthy natural relationship that gave her pleasure.

It was a few days after I had seen Margaret and I was wondering how she was dealing with her newfound pleasures. I had just come out of the shower and was in my dressing gown. I had no zoom meetings for a while, and it was raining outside. I decided to simply chill on the settee with a coffee 

There was a knock at the door. So much for chilling. I opened the door and Greeta strode past me into the lounge. “Hi” she greeted.

“Er hi, come in.”

“Ha ha, I am in. Are you busy at the moment?”

“Er no Greeta, I have just had a shower, I have no meetings for a few hours and I was contemplating just sitting and chilling.”

“Right then.” She came right up to me, undid the chord on my dressing gown, pulled it apart, fell to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. Nature took its course and the blood seeped from my brain and into my cock and I was engorged in no time.  I soft humped her mouth. When a woman takes your cock in her mouth you are hardly going to argue with the situation. She used her hands on my shaft, wanking me as she sucked. She stopped wanking and held my scrotum, fondling my balls one at a time as she took my whole cock in her mouth.

“If you keep doing that there will be an inevitable result.” I spoke urgently as I could feel my balls were ready to erupt and spurt down her throat.”

She pulled off me and looked up, a smile on her face, “Perhaps that is what I want,” she said.

“Are you sure?” I asked as she took my entire length down her throat, her tongue rasping on the underside of my cock as she mouth fucked me. “I am telling you Greeta, I won’t last much longer.” And I wasn’t joking, the heat of her mouth and her sucking was bring me closer and closer. Greeta simply fucked me faster.

“Aaaaahhhh” I thrust my cock deep into her mouth and I came spurt after spurt down her throat. 

Greeta licked her lips and smiled. “Right. You owe me a fuck.”

“What the heck was that all about?” I asked.

“I hadn’t seen you for a few days and I gave some thought to how I could get you inside me.”

“All you had to do is ask.”

“No, I don’t just want a fuck, I want you to want to fuck me. To take an opportunity, to throw me on the bed, rip at my clothes and fuck me like the world is ending.”

“Oh. I thought the plan was just benefits friends.” I didn’t want any heavy involvement, my involvement is with Jools, I was not looking for complications.

“It is, it is just every now and again I want to be dominated.”

“Okay, let me know the next time you have guests. I’ll pop round and fuck you senseless across the kitchen table and then ask the audience for scores.”

“Stupid sod.”

“Yeah.”

The Estate - Part 5

The day after Lena’s revelations I was sitting in the lounge working, just doing some reports, final editing, that sort of thing, and there was a ring at the door. I put the laptop down and opened the door. It was Margaret, the God Botherer from the other day. 

“Hello,” she said, “I am sorry to bother you.”

“It’s no bother I had just finished some work. On your own today I see?”

“Er, yes, I am just here for me, can I talk to you?

“Yes, look, come in, don’t stand on the step.”

“Are you sure it is not a problem?”

“Come in woman.” I stood back and made space for her to enter. She stepped past me and stood in the middle of the lounge. “Would you like a coffee?”

She looked around and then back at me. “If it is no trouble”

“Well, if it was going to be a trouble I probably wouldn’t have offered, now, how do you have it?”

“White no sugar please.”

I went through to the kitchen and ground some beans and made 2 espressos. As I turned to the fridge to get the milk I saw her standing in the door way. “Crikey, Margaret is it? You could have sat down, it’s okay you know.”

“I wasn’t sure where to sit, which seat was yours.”

Lordy, she was a strange one. “Margaret, they are just chairs, sit on any of them, that is what they are for.”

I passed her her coffee and ushered her through to the lounge. I sat on one end of the settee and left her to make her own choice of next to me or the armchair opposite. She sat in the armchair.

“I wanted to talk a bit more about what you said the other day.” She really looked nervous, she didn’t seem to want to make eye contact and had both hands around her coffee as if it were a protective shield.

“I have thought about what you said. And I have prayed for guidance.”

Oh good grief. “And did your God answer you?” Humour her Jason, humour her.

“Yes. That is why I am here.”

“Okay. I think you need to explain”

“You are right, the rules of the church are not necessarily the rules of God, he only gave us ten rules and nowhere did it say that you should not, you know, enjoy sex with your husband.”

I am not really familiar with the commandments if I am honest. “Right, the commandments, and wasn’t one of them about not coveting your neighbour?” I asked trying to show some knowledge of the area. It was a long time since I had been to Sunday School.

“No, you have mixed them up. One was ‘thou shall not bear false witness against your neighbour’, the other was simply ‘Thou shall not covet.’ Lots of people seem to get them muddled up.”

Well, she knows her bible. “Okay, sorry I am not an expert in this. It seems to me that they were just some sensible rules for the time. The church seems to have made its own rules up and that is what I object to.”

“I think that the church has rules that were defined many years ago, and they seem to have failed to keep them up to date.”

“Yes, and now, people like you are denied simple honest pleasures and I find that abhorrent.”

“That is kind of what I wanted to talk about, but “ She paused and looked intently into her coffee.

“Margaret, it’s okay, you can say absolutely anything to me, you have no need to be embarrassed. Look, anything, anything at all you say here is private, just between us, and I shall never ever repeat any of it to anyone.” This was getting interesting, I didn’t want her clamming up on me now.

“Only, it was what you said about our husbands, my husband, you know?”

“Yes, I said I bet that he just takes his own pleasure as and when he wants it and gives no thought to your pleasure.”

“Yes.” She paused again and took a gulp, an audible gulp, of her coffee. “Last night.” She stopped again.

“Yes, last night, as you said, he told me to go up and get ready, as he usually says when he wants to, you know, do it.”

“Yes, when he wants sex.”

“Er, yes. So I went up and took my clothes off and washed myself and lay on the bed. He came up and took his clothes off and he went to just lie on me as usual. I said, could he sort of touch me first, you know, give me a little pleasure.”

“Okay, nothing wrong with that.” Well, there wasn’t, innocent and totally fair question I thought.

“He slapped me and called me a whore. He pushed himself in me, and when he finished he got up and went to the bathroom to clean himself as he always does. He came back in and told me to stop behaving like a common five pound whore from the streets. I was just laying there, my face stinging and his, you know, stuff just, well, dribbling out of me.”

“Christ.” 

“Please don’t say that.”

“Okay, I am sorry. I have no respect for men that hit women. Apart from the slap, that is normal for you? You go upstairs, lay on the bed, he comes up fucks you and cleans himself up and goes to sleep? Wow, that is such a shame, I must say I do feel for women like you that just take it, and get no pleasure. And I also wonder how he knows how much a whore costs these days.”

“Please don’t use that word. He made love to me, not what you said.” She looked angrily at me. She was more concerned at the words I used than the behaviour of her husband.

“Margaret, if there is one thing your husband did not do is, he did not make love to you. What he did do was take his own pleasure with no love for you.”

“I see that now, but what can I do?”

“If I were you I would seek pleasure elsewhere.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Yes you can Margaret. Look, as a starter, go home, I bet that you are very natural down there, untrimmed shall we say?”

She blushed, she actually blushed. I took that as a yes. “Get some scissors and trim yourself, make it neat and tidy, like a nice garden, rather than an untamed wilderness. When you have done that, lay on the bed and gently touch yourself down there, find out what is pleasure. You know the spot, give that the attention it needs.”

“What do you mean the spot?”

“Do you not, you know, give yourself pleasure by rubbing down there?”

“My goodness, no, such a thing, no.” 

“Oh Margaret, there is nothing wrong with it. It is normal human behaviour, I cannot believe that you don’t rub yourself and make yourself climax.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t rub myself and I am not a man, I do not, er, finish, the way a man does.”

“Oh Margaret, this is the stuff you should have learned when you were a teenager. Look, go home, trim your garden, and lay on the bed and explore yourself. At the top of your,” I paused to try and find words that wouldn’t offend her, “at the top of your lady area, just where the two sides meet, you have a little pleasure spot, a button if you like. Gently play with that.”

“I can’t do that, I can’t touch myself there, it is wrong.”

“No Margaret it is not wrong, ask your God, and I am sure that if he answers, it will be to say it is not wrong.”

“I think perhaps Doreen was right, you are the devil.”

“Margaret, I if were the devil I would not have told you to go and pray to your God, I would have used my powers and ravished you myself to show you what pleasure really is. No, I am not. Go home, and if you feel brave why not ask your husband how he knows how much a whore costs.” 

It was a few days later when Lena called around. I opened the door, “Hi Lena” well, what else would you say?

“Is Jools in?”

“No Lena she is in her office in town today, shall I tell her you called round?”

“No, God no. Look, about the other day, you know, what I said.”

“Lena, come inside, sit down and just relax. Where’s Henry, is she allright?”

Lena came in and I shut the door behind her, I asked her if she wanted a coffee, she just shook her head. I sat on the settee, Lena sat next to me.

“I looked in Henry’s room and I found my diaries, I took them back and I have put them where she will never find them.”

“Did you confront her about it?”

“No, what’s the point? It would be just more lies. I simply tidied her room and changed her bed. When she realises that they are no longer in her room she will just assume I found them when I made her bed and hopefully that is that. Henry is fine, she is at work today.”

“So, and what about you, more to the point how are you, after our talk the other day? No bad dreams brought on my forgotten memories I hope?”

“No. Look, I, well, I felt something, something unexpected, and it kind of embarrasses me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Lena, I don’t know what you mean, did you mean you want to go and find your father?”

“God no, he is dead to me, no, no it was other things, something else I felt and I am in a quandary.”

“Well when I feel like that I just act on my instincts, I go where my gut sends me. It usuall yworks out right.”

“Can I ask you something really personal?”

“of course. I reserve the right not to answer though.”

“Do you and Jools have a healthy sex life?”

“What? Where the hell did that question come from?”

“Please, it is important to me.”

“Well, as it happens we don’t. She has an issue down there.” That of course is not true, Jools and I fuck like rabbits as often as we can, we do however have an agreement. We can do what we like with whomever we like, but we have to be beyond discrete, no one must know or suspect. No point in Lena knowing that.

“So, is your marriage safe, are you going to split up?” 

“Safe as houses, no worries there.”

“So what do you do, you know, to release the pressure?”

“Well the same as any man I suppose, look Lena, why are you asking this?”

“Ever since our talk I have been feeling that pressure and I don’t know how to get rid of it.” 

“Oh come on Lena,” I waggled my finger in a wiping up and down and then in a circular motion, “of course you know.”

“That didn’t relieve the pressure.”

I was about to tell her that obviously she wasn’t doing it right, perhaps she was out of practice when she kissed me. She rolled onto my lap, legs astride mine and kissed me hard,  her tongue pressing in, her hands holding my head. ‘Hello’ I thought. 

“I need,” she said between kisses,” to feel a normal moment, to help erase the memories that I bought back the other day. With my dad it was all about making him happy, never pleasure for me. Am I being inappropriate?”

I waited for a break in the kisses “No, not at all” I answered as I cupped her left breast through her clothes. I felt her nipple and slowly squeezed and teased it, my tongue seeking hers.

“Take me to your bed” Lena said as she climbed off my lap, relieving the pressure on my cock which had been trapped in my trousers beneath her as she ground herself on me.  I got up and led the way. 

“Follow me.” I said, a surprising croak to my voice. In the bedroom I turned to her, I pulled her top up over her head and dropped it on Jools’ dresser chair. He bra was a lacy blue mostly mesh which made it almost non existent, her nipples clearly showing. I undid the button on her skirt and let it fall to the bedroom floor. Her panties matched her bra, and clearly showed her sex. ‘She planned this and dressed for the occasion’ I thought.

I turned her around, undid the clasp on her bra and dropped it onto the dresser chair with her top, Putting my thumbs inside her panty waist, I rolled them down her legs until they puddled at floor. I turned her back around to face me and kissed her lips, my hands cupping her breasts and my fingers dancing across her nipples.

As I played with her, she worked at my belt and undid it and my trousers. I stepped back, releasing her, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and pushed my trousers and undershorts down, releasing my cock which sprang free, waving a greeting to her.

Lena moved to the bed and lay down, her legs apart, her sex open and glistening. “Fuck me” she said. Well yes, that was the plan, but not just yet. I knelt between her legs, but instead of putting my cock in her sex I used my tongue. My nose pushed against her clitoris, pressing and rotating it as my tongue rimmed her fanny hole. I slipped a finger up under my chin and slowly inserted it inside her and gently finger fucked her.

Her fanny was wet and my finger easily slid in and out. I crooked my finger to touch at her G spot and pressed my nose harder against her clit. I started sliding my nose up and down her valley, pressing harder as I returned to the top around her clitoris, lighter at the bottom where my finger was gently fucking her. She was lightly bucking here hips, rising to meet my nose as I touched her clitoris, sinking as I slowly went down to my finger. Her breath started to pulse, small gasps in, and then as my nose reached her clitoris once more she thrust up, exhaled loudly and groaned as her fanny clamped around my finger.

I gently slid my finger from her and rolled onto my back next to her. “Okay?” I asked.

“Shit yes.” She answered, not quite breathless, but between small gasps for air. “Now, that was what I needed. I think it is your turn now.” I was aware of the time and how close it was to Jools’ return. 

“Oh, you know, I think I would like to take a rain check on that.”

“What? Why? Have I done something wrong?”

“Oh no Lena, far from it, but, well, Jools will be coming home soon, and I just want to ensure everything up here is, you know, ‘in order’.

She laughed and sat up. “Okay then, when we have more time, perhaps at mine when Henry is out, and Jools is out and not around to ask awkward questions. Are you sure that this is okay, you are not just having a bit on the side? I don’t think I could bear that.”

Ah. Time to engage bastard mode. “Oh you are far more than a bit on the side, far more. I told you Jools and I don’t fuck, so, you are not treading on her toes, but it would be unfair on her to leave evidence of shenanigans in the bedroom that she wasn’t a party to. But to also be fair, I am not expecting this, us, to go anywhere. Friends with exceptional benefits, is that okay?”

 

“Okay, and to also open, I am not looking for a man to move in with. Friends is fine, as long as the benefits are exceptional.”

“Nice underwear by the way.”

“Yeah, I wore it, just in case.”

“Excellent, but I prefer you out of it, naked, and hungering for my cock.”

 

It was absolutely chucking it down, and I mean torrential. The car wipers were on fast mode and they were hardly clearing the screen. “Oh shit” I exclaimed. Henry was at the bloody bus stop. I could hardly leave her. I pulled up and wound the window down. “I’ll give you a lift if you behave.”

She opened the door and got in, soaked and clothes obviously wet through to her skin. “And exactly how would you like me to behave?” She asked.

“Like a young lady accepting a lift home, not like a whore in heat.”

“Oh you are so a prude. I told you why I am like I am.”

“No, you told me a story about being abused as a child.”

“It wasn’t a story.”

“No, okay, if you say so. Pants on fire.”

She sat and sulked and I dropped her off at her house and as soon as she had shut the car door I drove off. She was a complication I didn’t need. When I got home Jools was just getting out of the shower. 

“Darn it,” I said, “a few minutes earlier and I could have joined you.”

“Really? And what would you have done if you had joined me?”

“Well, apart from get wet, I would have gently rubbed gel on your back; using the scrunchie I would have rubbed between your shoulder blades slowly working my way down until I got to your bottom.”

“Mmmm and then what would you have done?”

“Well then I would have slipped my hand between the cheeks of your bottom and ensured everywhere was soapy and clean.”

“Mmmmm, inside as well as out?”

“Of course.”

“Nice. You have 5 minutes to get showered and join me in the bedroom.” She wrapped a bath sheet around herself and left. I quickly got out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor and got under the shower. My cock was hard at the sight of Jools and I as I soaped it with shower gel it jerked in anticipation. I pulled my foreskin back and slowly wiped around my head and under the rim. It is so sensitive and I have made myself come just washing, and I didn’t want to do that today. I gave my arse a good lathering, pushing my soapy fingers past my sphincter to ensure I was thoroughly cleaned with no less pleasant odours lingering. I took the shower head and pointed it up at my arse ensuring all soapy residues were washed away, and stepped out. I rubbed myself with a towel to get most of the wet away and went to join Jools.

Jools was on the bed on her hands and knees her back to me as I entered. The beautiful sound hemispheres of her sex had caught the sun through the window and glistened. They are plump and very inviting with her inner lips just peaking through. Just above was my target today, the little pucker of her arse. Crinkled and the skin a slightly darker colour than her fanny it beckoned me to approach. I leant forward and I ran my tongue from her fanny along the crease of her arse, my tongue dabbing at her anus as I passed. As I dabbed Jools sighed and murmured her approval. I lined my cock with her arse and pressed, pushing in, slowly, unrelenting.

Jools arse slowly gave way to my pressure and my cock began to fill her. The heat from her bowel was like a warm caress on my cock, but her arse grip was relenting, it squeezed and held my cock as I filled her, pressing forward until my balls danced near her fanny, I was fully home. Slowly I pulled back and the grip on my cock was intense, I knew I wouldn’t last long. I began to arse fuck my Jools, not fast at first, just a steady rhythm, but I slowly began to increase the pace. Her arse slowly relaxed under my invasion and the grip lessened slightly but was still intense. 

Jools murmured and moaned her approval, she rarely climaxed when I fucked her arse but she loved the different sensations and sometimes would insert a vibrator into her fanny as I fucked her arse. Now that was a different sensation, the vibrations on my cock when I was fully inside her would often help me climax quicker than usual, but today she wanted as long an arse fuck as I could manage.

I could feel the tension in my balls, I knew that I would not last much longer. I pressed in deeper, as far as I could and pulled back until I was almost out, almost enough for her sphincter to win the battle and expel my cock, but only almost, not enough. I thrust back inside Jools, my pubic bone slapping against her buttocks as I increased my tempo, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, by balls began to boil and then I erupted. 

I slowed as the spurts of my cum coated her insides and as my cock softened slightly her body won and I slipped from her arse, spent, I rolled onto my back and lay looking up at Jools. She bent down and kissed me gently and then she too lay on the bed.

“Good?” She asked.

“Good” I answered.

The Estate - Part 4

I did not go round at 0930 as instructed, I had blocked her number on my phone, and after Jools had interceded I felt a fair bit of relief. Jools had gone back to the office to start the preparations to getting everything back working again. They were calling people back a few at a time and reconnecting them to the IT system, rather than just call everyone back. Jools, as one of the more senior staff, was amongst the first to be recalled. She had left home with strict instructions to not see or talk to of text that ‘silly girl’ again. I wondered if Henry’s mum had given Henry the same instructions about that ‘old man’ from down the street. She probably thought I was a pervert.

I was just getting out of the car when Greeta called me. “Coffee?”

‘Why not?’ I thought, ‘who knows where it might end. “Yes, that’ll be lovely.”

As I shut her door behind me she asked “Do you really want coffee or shall we continue where we left off last time?”

I closed in on her, pulled her face to mine and kissed her. “You taste so much better than coffee” I said softly. 

She pulled away and started going upstairs. I followed, pulling my shirt over my head and off as I went. Greeta went into her bedroom, I followed leaving the door open, and pulled off my trousers. Greeta had removed her top and was stood before me in just her panties. I gently pushed her backwards until her knees hit the bed and she fell back. I knelt between her open legs and lowered my face until I was almost touching her groin, and then I slowly moved my head, inhaling her aroma, my nose only very lightly touching her panties, like a gossamer touch, so light, almost not there, yet, still perceptible to Greeta. my fingers started to roam along her panty edges, occasionally slipping under the elastic, between skin and material, still inhaling, intoxicated by her scent.

I lowered my head just a little and ran my tongue very slowly across her sex, the texture of her panties stimulating as I moved down beyond the bottom of her valley into the back zone. I felt the heat as it rose from her, her scent intensified as her arousal lubricated her.

I slipped my fingers into the waist of her panties and pulled them gently down, stopping when the crease of her sex was revealed. I kissed gently along by the waist of her panties, kissing her pubis as I slowly eased my fingers into the gusset of her underwear.  As my tongue probed at her sex, darting down into her sex, my fingers gently massaged her outer labia.

I stopped stroking her labia and eased her panties fully down. Her sex was glistening and heat rose from her. I gently teased her labia apart to reveal the pink inner lips, wet with arousal and using my tongue I stroked her inner lips, softly, in turn first her left and then her right, all the time trying to avoid contact with the valley floor of her sex. 

Her clitoris was peeking at the top of her sex and her vagina was open and twitching at the bottom, I had a choice, up or down, top or bottom. I dipped down and licked around her vagina before pushing in as far as I could. Her taste was a sublime saltiness with an edge of femininity and in my view there is no aphrodisiac like it. I am told oysters are supposed to invoke it, but for me, they come nowhere near. There is nothing like the taste of a woman.

As I penetrated her with my tongue I gently circled her clitoris with my thumb, occasionally pressing, but always returning to a very light circling motion. I moved my head down a little, my tongue now lapping at her pucker, my nose sliding in her valley and then pressing at her vagina. Greeta lifted her pelvis and began arching her back, her fingers were scrunching the bedding and her breath became louder, deeper and stuttering and then she held her breath, she thrust into my face, my nose burying into her vagina and she let out a long breath and gasped.

“Oh fuck you bastard, jesus, really, fuck?”

I got up and lay next to her on the bed as she took large gasps of air.

“God it was all I could do to not squirt, it came very close.”

“Would be fine it you did, you should never hold back, if it wants to flow, let it flow.”

“But you would get covered.”

“It’s fine, really, it is not an issue at all.”

“Your turn now.”

Yes, I rather hoped it would be my turn now.

She rolled over and took my cock in her mouth, gently sucking as she rolled her tongue around my rim. She took my balls in her hand and softly rolled them between her fingers as she took me deeper into her mouth.

I pulled up on the drive next to Jools’ car. I heard her chatting to Lena as I walked in, they were sitting in the kitchen. “Hi ladies,” I greeted them.

“Hi Hun” Jools responded, 

“Hi Jase” from Lena.

“I really need to get going, I have to go and prepare a document for the Director, but I was just enjoying a coffee with Lena.” Jools said looking directly at me.

“I suppose I ought to get off too” Lena added.

“You don’t have to go Lena, you can have another coffee. I am going to make some and I would be happy to chat, I am sure you will make more sense than next door’s cat, which is my usual option when Jools goes to work.” Well, I always enjoy female company, and after the issues with Henry, Lena’s daughter, I wasn’t sure if I would get an opportunity to talk with Lena.

Jools wandered off up stairs, touch up her makeup etc I assumed, I ground some beans and made coffee. Jools came down said her goodbyes and left. I put a coffee in front of Lena and then sat down with my own coffee.

“I am sorry.”

“What for?”

“My daughter and her behaviour.”

“She told me some things.”

“What, when?”

“I was in Costa in town yesterday, and she obviously saw me and came and sat at my table. I told her I wasn’t supposed to talk to her. She said she knew, but that she wanted to explain. She told me how she had been abused by her father when she turned thirteen, and how it went on before you found out and threw him out.”  

“Oh fuck.” Lena was quiet for a moment and then looked at me. “Okay Jase. It wasn’t Henry that was abused. Her father, in fact no man, has ever lived with us since she was about a year old.”

“Oh, so just another of her stories then, just plucked out of the air.”

Lena was still looking at me and she took my hand. “No Jase, not entirely thin air.”

She squeezed my hand a little and I was sure her eyes seemed to be tearing up a little.

“Oh” I said, I mean, what else could I say?

“Henry must have found my diaries, when my mum found out, about dad I mean, after she threw him out she suggested I wrote everything down and then sealed the books away, she thought it would help me deal with it. Henry has obviously found them and read them.”

“Christ, so the things that Henry said happened to her, actually happened to you? Wow, that is heavy.” I was really unsure what to say, this was virgin territory for me, I don’t think I know anyone who was abused.

Lena released my hand and got up. She walked to the window and looked out. “I don’t know what she said to you, so I don’t know if that is what happened to me” She said, her back to me.

“Okay, well, without going into too much detail, she said her dad taught her to make him happy.”

Lena turned around and looked at me, she was crying a little. “Oh shit, that is the phrase he used. It is unusual isn’t it?”

“Lena I have no idea, as far as I know, nobody I know has been abused, so I don’t know if that is unusual. It is quite an effective description though.”

“Far more common than you think, abuse I mean, especially back then. I was just thirteen, my body was developing, and I guess that is what he noticed. Mum was out at Auntie Doreen’s, who had just had Debbie, my cousin, so mum was spending a lot of time there helping with the baby. Dad and I were sat on the settee watching tv. He said that mum had been so busy lately she hadn’t really had time for us. That is how he started it. And he went on to say that she hadn’t been able to keep making him happy and I said something stupid like I would make him happy instead.”

“Innocent words, I guess you had no idea.”

“No. No idea. I knew about the mechanics of sex of course, but hadn’t seen a man’s penis, only little boys years before, and I certainly hadn’t touched one. My best friend was Shirley, she and I talked about it a bit, and we both laughed about catching our dad coming out of the bathroom and seeing his willy, as we called it, but it was only joking. I know I never tried to do that, and I don’t think Shirley did either.”

“I have to be honest,” I said “I spent much of my early teens trying to see my mum naked. Porno magazines were sought after contraband at school, but I only wanted to see mum naked, actually anything more never entered my young teen head.” I really had been awful at home, always trying to accidentally catch my mum naked or partially undressed. I was sharing this with Lena to show that was probably normal teen behaviour, trying to see your parents nude.  

“So when I said I would make him happy it turned out to be the wrong thing to say. He said that if I did, then he would be so happy, that I would be the best daughter in the world, but that it would be our very special secret, just between us, and that I must never tell anyone. Of course I promised, I was excited, I loved my dad and wanted to please him so much. And then he undid his trousers and there it was.”

“Christ, I don’t know much about this. Is this textbook abuse? Is this how they did it?”

“Yes I suppose, I don’t know. After I had finished making him happy, he said that we really had to keep this a secret, if anyone found out we would go to jail.”

“Oh Christ” I was struggling for words. “Was this I mean did he, you know, have intercourse with you, was it the full thing?”

“No, not then, at first it was just my hands, and then one day he said that we were making a mess and that mum would see when she did the laundry, and that if we could somehow stop the mess and make him happy, then that would be best.”

“So is that when he switched to intercourse?”

“No. That Is when he introduced me to oral.”

“Jesus, and you told no one, or even hinted?”

“No, I did not want daddy to go to jail, I did not care about me, but I didn’t want daddy to go to jail so I said nothing, except to Shirley.”

“What did you say to her then, everything?”

“Not at first, no. We just used to lay in our bedroom, sometimes hers, sometimes mine, and just being silly about boys. Shirley said she had seen her dad coming out of the bathroom and her dad’s willy was huge. I said that I knew that dad’s willy’s were huge, I had seen my dad’s too. I tried to demonstrate how big and she kind of guessed I must have seen it hard.”

“Wow.”

“I had to swear her to secrecy, and I told her that I had even touched my dad’s. She was all excited and wanted to know how it felt and did I just touch it. I said well, it was really hard and I just kind of said that I made him spurt. Shirley was shocked I think, and then she said that she had to find a way to touch her dads, and so we tried to hatch a plan where she would be able to. Her dad worked from home a lot, in those days that was rare, but there was an office at home that he used. Her mum worked at the supermarket. Shirley said she was going to come home for Lunch on days she thought her dad would be there. The plan was she would do things like go to the loo and leave the door open, go into her bedroom, leave the door open and change her knickers, that sort of thing, in the hopes that he would see.”

“Bloody scheming girls. Your daughter is no different, Christ it is a miracle that we men survive. Did her plan work?”

“Too well.”

“Oh”

“Yeah, she lost hers before me. After a couple of weeks of that and sitting close to him on the settee and putting her hand on his leg, he seemed to just crack one day. She said she had been to the loo and gone up to her room and had pulled her knickers off when her dad grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and, well, did it.”

“Bloody hell. Did he ever get found out?”

“No. Shirley loved it, it was just what she wanted. Before long she was having her ‘daddy time’ as she called it every day. In fact she still goes to see her dad for occasional daddy time even now.”

“Protection, did he use durex or anything?”

“No, and the amazing thing is, that neither of us got pregnant. I mean, over the years it was going on, we really should have. Both of us have since had children, so there was nothing wrong with us, we just never caught with our dads.

“Hell. I suppose at some point you and your dad finally did it.”

“Yes. Mum went to stay at Auntie Doreen’s who was going to have another baby and was helping out with Debbie who was about one I think. Daddy said that whilst mum was away I could be the mum of the house. I was excited and I made dad his tea, egg and chips I think with bread and butter. We watched TV for a bit and then daddy said that we should go to bed. When I headed to my bedroom he said that as I was mummy I should sleep in mummy’s bed. That was when he first did it.”

I looked across at her, she had stopped crying and her face had returned to a natural colour, “Are you okay talking about this? Sorry, I keep asking questions without a thought of how you must feel?” This was really heavy and I couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling.

“I have never talked about it since the day mum threw dad out and I told her what we had been doing. I wrote it down in my diary and tried to forget it. I told Shirley what my mum had said that it was wrong and illegal and that only our dad would go to jail, not us, and that it was abuse. She carried on with her dad, but we never really talked about it any more. I know that Shirley gave one of the sixth form prefects a handjob and she described him in great detail and said he wasn’t as good as her dad, but it didn’t really excite me.”

“I hope this is not bringing back bad memories.”

“Well, it is bringing back memories, memories I had kind of forgotten, but it is okay, I know it wasn’t my fault, I know I was abused and I can handle it. I have had normal relationships with men that I have enjoyed. I have a daughter who I love, and I think I am in a good place.”

“Henry says she never sees you with men.”

“Oh, I have been discrete, I guess I was trying to kind of keep that side of things from Henry, trying to avoid the awkward questions.”

“It went on for quite a while before Mum found out. One day I was at Shirley’s, we used to lay on the bed and talk about our dads and their willy’s and her dad came into the room. He said it was time I saw how good his daughter was, and he pulled her knickers down and did it right there, in front of me. I was shocked. I had never seen anything like it. When you are doing it yourself you don’t really see much, but to see him and the size of him, and how when he was in her, how she opened around him and the movement, it was something I had never experienced before, even though I had experienced the act.”

“My God Lena.” I was lost for words. I really had no idea such perverts were amongst us, how much abuse there was.

“I know now it was wrong but back then I didn’t. When he finished he laughed and left. I could see his residue leaking out of Shirley, and I thought that must be how I looked after my dad had done it to me.”

I got up and ground some coffee and made us another couple of espresso. My heart was thumping. I was appalled at the abuse and would cheerfully part her father from his testicles if I ever met him. At the time I was conflicted, she was a very attractive woman and I would love to get her naked in to my, or her bed, and fuck her, but today seemed the wrong time to make any moves like that. 

“Anyway, one day after mum came back from one of her trips to Auntie Doreen’s she was doing the laundry and she came and asked me if I had been in her bed, I said yes before I realised what I had said. She asked me if daddy had been there too. I had looked at the floor and tried to avoid her eyes. She asked if we had clothes on and I broke down and told her what had been going on since I was 13. By then of course I knew that it was wrong, but felt I was in so deep that I couldn’t do anything about it. Mum was quiet for a moment, and then she asked me if I wanted to carry on. She said I wasn’t in any trouble, but that there was not room for 2 women in dad’s bed.”

“She didn’t go ballistic or mad or anything?”

‘No, she was calm, and the way she said it I knew if I didn’t stop then she would leave, and I didn’t want that. So I told her that when it started I didn’t know it was wrong, but now I did, but I didn’t know how to stop. She said if I wanted it to stop that she would stop it right there and then. And she did. She went upstairs and put all his clothes in bags and put them outside the front door. When he came home she told him to leave or she was going to the police.”

“I am amazed she didn’t go to the police.” I mean I was, if I found out my partner had been abusing our child over several years, I would end up doing jail time.”

“No. She said if she reported him I would face lots of questions and it would just make it worse for me. At the end of the day it was just sex. It shouldn’t have happened, but it did. ‘Write it all down’ she had said, ‘and then try and forget about it.’ So that is what I did.”

“Christ, and did you ever see him again?”

“No. Never. Shirley’s dad asked me if I was missing my special daddy time and did I want him to be my new special daddy. I told him that if he ever touched me I was going to the police. I didn’t go round to Shirley’s house much after that, I mean she was still sleeping with him almost daily.”

Her eyes were wet again and I am useless with crying women, I never know what to do for the best. “Look” she said, “please don’t say anything about this, this is the first time I have talked about it for twenty years.”

”No, of course I won’t.” And I meant it, I would not betray that confidence, ever.

“Not even to Jools”

“No. Not even my wife.”

“I need to go. I have some thinking to do.”

What a bloody stunning afternoon. I don’t think you face things like that very often. I was pleased that she had spared me the intricate details, and as I thought about, she had recounted it the way a young teen would, it was as if she had gone back in time and was reliving it and retelling it the way she would back then.

After Jools got back we had a quiet tea, I feigned a headache, Jools had asked what Lena and I talked about, I had said, ‘not much, we had a coffee and she went.’. That evening I unblocked Henry's phone. Not sure why, but I thought just in case Lena needed help, at least Henry could contact me.

The Estate - part 3

‘I left my purse at home, if you are in town, could I grab a lift home. H.’ It was from the same number that sent me the picture of the nude woman, so the nude woman was Henry’s mum then. Interesting. The rest of my day was free so I texted back ‘yes, where are you? J.’

A few minutes later I was slowly pulling up by the Bus station looking for her. There she was. I bipped my horn to grab her attention and unlocked the doors. She clambered in. “thanks”

“It’s okay” I said, “Jases Taxi Company at your service”

“Funny. Not. “

“I thought it clever actually.”

“You never replied to the picture I sent you.”

“Well why would I? I had no idea who it was from or who it was of. It could have been a special photo accidentally sent to the wrong phone number. That could have been very embarrassing to the sender if I had replied and that had been the case.”

“Well, what did you think?”

“Very nice, I would. What would your mum say if she knew I had a photo of her naked?”

“You would what?”

“You know what, and you avoided my question.”

“You would shag her you mean?”

“Obviously, of course if she wanted to, and you are still avoiding my question.”

“She would go absolutely fucking nuts.”

“So, you don’t want me to show he the picture and explain how I got it then?”

“Eurgh, I can’t imagine my mother shagging anyone.”

“Oh? Well you know the mechanics of it, what goes where and all that, shouldn’t be too difficult to imagine, I mean, you know exactly what she looks like with her clothes off.”

“Don’t know what you look like though do I? I mean you never showed me or sent me a picture.”

“Why would I expose myself to you? I can see no benefit to me.”

“Why are you such a dick? Give me your hand.”

I moved my left hand over to her and she took it and before I could react she had pushed my hand up her skirt. She had no pants on and the hair was gone too. I pulled my hand back. 

“Why did you do that? I thought you hated it, you said made you look like a little girl.”

“Why did you pull your hand away?”

“Christ Henry, I am driving the car, and I am not in a relationship with you where it is appropriate for me to touch your fanny”

“You wouldn’t have pulled your hand away if my mum had done it. You would have fingered her? Why not me?”

“What is it with you? Fingering, as you so delicately put it, is not really an activity to be undertaken whilst driving a car. There is probably a law against it. Your mum would not have pushed my hand onto her fanny whilst we were out driving.”

“She might. You would have fingered her and you would have got hard” As she said that she rubbed her hand across my groin and yes, I was hard, hard as fuck, no hiding it. “So what made you hard, touching me or thinking of my mum?”

“Neither, you don’t know men very well, we also get hard when we need to the loo, which is exactly where I shall be headed after I have dropped you off.”

“Liar liar pants on fire. You got hard thinking of fingering me. Putting your finger inside me, moving it in and out, feeling how wet I am, ready for your cock to slide inside me, to fuck me, fuck my fresh young cunt. Admit it. You want to fuck me, your cock already gave the answer away.”

“Henry. No. Sorry to burst your bubble, but no, I just need a piss.”

She rubbed her hand over my groin again and pulled my zip down, pushing her hand inside and grabbed my cock. I have to be honest, yes, I could have stopped her. In fact I should have pulled over and told her to get out of the car. What I did do was pull into the Asda car park which was right by us and park away from all the other cars and let her do what she wanted. She undid my trousers and was able to pull my cock free. It was wrong. It felt so good, but it was wrong. She started to wank me, so she knew what to do.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not, you obviously like it.”

“Because what happens is not something I can control. There will be a mess. Stop it. Please.”

She didn’t stop. She used her other hand to pull her skirt up and expose her fanny, freshly shaved, her inner lips glistening where they poked out. Jesus that was a sight for sore eyes.

“Don’t Henry.”

“I will stop if you finger me”

“Jesus Henry I can’t finger you in Asda’s car park.”

“Why not? I have your cock in my hand in Asda car park and if I don’t stop apparently you are going to make a mess.”

Practically, she was obviously inexperienced. If I started fingering her I could get lost in the moment and ejaculate, but I was not going to let it get that far. I held her hand and stopped her wanking me. “Not here. Put your fanny away and let me put my cock away.”

“So where then? Where will you finger me whilst I get your cock to make a mess? Where. My bedroom? Your bedroom? The one you share with your wife? Where”

I managed to do my trousers back up despite my raging boner. Christ how had I gotten myself into this mess? She was unstable and driven by hormones and that made her unpredictable.

“I took a photo of your cock, so at least I have that to look at now. I might even send it to my mum, she might want to shag you when she sees it.” She turned her phone towards me, there was a picture of my undone trousers and my cock standing proud. Jesus.

“So where and when?”

“Christ I don’t know, it’s all wrong.”

“Is your wife at home tomorrow?”

“Yes, her office is temporarily closed she is working from home.”

“Mum is at work, so you will have to come to me then.”

“I can’t just leave the house without a valid reason.”

“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”

“I can’t, she would see the car at your house.”

“Your problem. 09.30 at mine”

Jools was still in a bit of a mood and so I retired to the other room and gave some thought to what I was going to do. I could not let that girl get the better of me and have something over me. I went back to Jools.

“I have a problem.”

“Oh, what?”

“It is serious.”

“How serious?”

“Very. You know that girl up the road, I gave her a lift home earlier.”

“So?”

“We were stuck in traffic, and I know this sounds ridiculous, and she grabbed my hand and stuck it up her skirt, and then before I knew what was happening she pulled my zip down and grabbed my cock.”

“Oh come on, really?”

“Yes, it was one of those I can’t believe this is happening moments.”

“Well, what is the problem? You didn’t fuck her I assume?”

“No, of course not. I pulled my hand away from her as soon as I realised what she had done, and then pulled her hand off me. Thing is my cock was semi hard because I needed a wee.”

“I can’t believe you. You are the only man in the world that this could happen to.”

“She has told me that I have to go to hers tomorrow and shag her otherwise she is going to tell everyone I forced myself on her.”

“You fucking twat.”

“What do I do?”

“Have you got anything on her?”

“Well, sort of.”

“What?”

“She sent me a nude photo of her mum that her mum doesn’t know she took.”

“I know I am going to regret asking this, why the fuck is she sending you nude photo’s of her mother?”

“It’s a long story, needless to say I have done nothing with it and didn’t want it. So I suppose I could threaten to tell her mum if she doesn’t back off?”

“No. That is not going to work, not coming from you. Send me the photo, I shall go and see her mum and have a chat. You, you never let yourself be alone with that girl ever again. You do not text her or speak to her.”

Shame really, I guess I shall now not get proper ‘knowledge’ of her Henry’s mum. At least this should get her off my back. Jools thinks she knows that I wouldn’t have done anything, and that I am just unfortunate. This is because I am careful enough to tell her stuff that makes me look stupid, in her eyes, but with enough truth that I have deniability of anything worse. Jools knows that nothing could have happened otherwise I wouldn’t be saying anything, she thinks I would try and cover it up, if there was anything to cover up. Which of course there is, but Jools doesn’t know that, and with the version of the truth I gave her, it doesn’t matter what Henry says, it will just not sound ‘right’ to Jools’ ears.

Crisis averted.

I was sipping a single malt when Jools came back. “Sorted.”

“How?” I asked.

“It seems your little friend has a bit of a history of this. Just don’t ever find yourself alone with her, and block her number on your phone. Her mother, Lena, who is rather nice,  is mortified at the photo and that you have seen her naked. I assured her that you have deleted the picture. You have deleted it, haven’t you?”

‘No. Because it has the meta data that shows who sent it, and so that would be my defence. I would rather hang on to it, just in case, but I will put it in archive. And before you ask, no, I have not been ogling it.”

“Hhmm. Okay, but if I ever find you have looked at that picture then I shall have your balls as earrings.”

“Okay, okay.”

“You can be a stupid sod, you really can. God knows how you have lived this long.”

‘Well,’ I thought, ‘that is because you don’t know, nor will ever know, what I really get up to.’

The Estate - Part 2

The day was quite busy. I had some Zoom calls, and I had a rather terse encounter with my man at one of my sites. He seemed to think that because the civil servants were working from home, ie doing nothing, that he didn’t have to do anything either. I explained to him in simple terms. He worked for me. Doing nothing was not an option unless he wanted to leave the job, right now, this instant. He could then go home and do nothing. That was fine. He would of course not receive the very handsome sum I was paying him. He could stay but he would have to work twice as hard because the civil servants were not working. He was not happy, I didn’t give a shit. He stayed. Of course. These contracts were becoming very difficult with so many people demanding the right to work from home. When they worked from home they did nothing in the office, and it was in the office that my contract demanded results. Ah well. It had taken my mind of the tryst, the unexpected tryst.

After we had dinner Jools pointed out to me that we hadn’t, for a while. Was I going off her? ‘Are you looking for a younger model?’ she asked. I think she was joking, I leant forward and softly kissed her lips, my tongue gently teasing between them, my right hand caressing her left breast through her blouse. I felt her nipple harden as I tweaked at it, my lips still gentle on hers and my left hand crept under her skirt and stroked between her legs. Naughty girl wasn’t wearing panties.

“Mmmm” she murmured into my face, “I thought that you had forgotten the way.”

“Oh no baby will never lose the way to your jewellery box,” I replied as my finger pressed between her legs and entered her, my thumb pressing down on her clitoris. I felt her hands at my belt as she undid it and pulled my zip down, eased my trousers and underpants down and took my hard cock in her hand. She has a way, no one else seems to have the touch that Jools has, she pulls my skin back and rubs the edge of my rim as she gently squeezes my balls. God I almost explode every time she does it. 

I eased my way down and licked along the valley of her sex, wet and wanting, my finger still inside her, pressing up as my tongue pressed down, pressing and pushing I felt her fanny tighten and begin to squeeze and I eased a second  finger into her arse, timing my pushes as her contractions eased.

I began rhythmically pumping into her fanny and her arse and at the same time I was gently chewing and pressing at her clitoris. She began to lift off the settee, her back arching and her contractions getting stronger. Jools gasped, clamped down on me tightly and gushed as she climaxed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, of fuck” she gasped her nails digging painfully into my back, something I was glad of after the earlier episode with Greeta, at least that would cover up any marks that she had left, I could blame them all on Jools.

“Oh god Jase. Give me a minute and I will see to you, Jeez.” 

“Baby,” I said softly, “we can wait until tomorrow, but then I want your arse.”

“Okay, okay, anything you want, Jesus, I am seeing stars. Fuck” In honesty I was a little sore after the session with Greeta and Jools deserved my full attention, and a night to let my cock and balls further recover would benefit me and in turn, Jools.

“Are you sure you don’t mind waiting, you can have me if you want” Jools said as she kissed me, “I don’t want it to be one sided, ever.”

“Baby of course I don’t mind. Work was shitty and I would rather sleep on it and put that to bed so I could give you my full attention. If you don’t mind waiting then I don’t mind waiting.”

“Okay sweetie” and she snuggled into me, her hand resting on my upper thigh, millimetres from my softening cock. If she had gone back and resumed her ministrations, I doubt I could have waited until tomorrow, it was difficult enough, but whilst I was not being touched I could hold on. Greeta’s touch had been so recent that it felt real in my memory, real enough that there was a risk that I could use the wrong name in the moment, and that was too dangerous to contemplate. I tried to never use a real name during sex, always, ‘baby’ or ‘love’ or something similar. A throwback to my teen years where I had once accidentally called a girl by the wrong name. That lesson was hard learned and never forgotten.

“Morning Jase, fancy a brew?” It was Ash from a couple of doors away on the other side of the street. I had just got back from the post office and Jools was still at the Gym.

“Okay Ash, yeah, I have a few minutes.” I walked over the road to Ash’s, the car locked as the car key moved out of range. Ash was somewhere in his 40’s and lived alone. I knew he worked but had no idea where, and I was pretty sure he worked shifts, but if I am honest, I wasn’t really interested enough to ask.

Inside his house was immaculate, with nick-nacks and ornaments dotted around and art on the walls, not what I expected from a bloke that lived alone. Not exactly minimalist in furniture, but not too much. It looked comfortable and probably relatively easy to clean. 

“Breakfast or Earl?” Ash called from the kitchen. I walked through as the kettle was coming to the boil.

“Earl please, splash of milk, no sugar.”

“Coming up, bag left in the mug or removed?”

“Oh, leave it in, it slowly brews to its full flavour that way, I’m sure not precious about a teabag.”

I watched him as he constructed the teas, I was glad to see the mugs were porcelain, not Earthenware or plastic. He handed me my tea and I went through and sat on the settee, Ash followed and sat opposite in the armchair. “So,” he said, “what’s occurring in your neck of the woods?”

“Oh, not a lot, quite busy with a few contracts I have, luckily I can run most of them from my laptop at home, and that’s about it I think Ash. How about you?”

“Well, that’s just the thing. Not much happening really. Work is, well, let’s just say mundane makes it sound exiting, and my love life is pretty dead. But at least I am alive and kicking, alive and kicking. You seem to be getting it about a bit, which surprised me a bit to be honest.”

“What on earth do you mean, ‘getting it about’ and why would that surprise you?” Is this why he had invited me in for a drink, to gossip? Kind of odd I thought.

“Oh, I see things, you seem to have spent some time at Greeta’s and up at that woman Lena with the daughter with the boy’s name. And Margo over the road was asking about you too, nosey cow she is.”

Him calling her a nosey cow? Crikey that was a bit rich. “Nothing to say really, I rescued Lena’s daughter, Henry, from the rain the other day and popped in to make her a cup of tea to warm her up whilst she went up and got herself dried and out of the wet clothes, and as for Greeta, I just helped her with a heavy wardrobe, no idea why that would surprise you, don’t think I have spoken to Margo apart from a hello across the street.”

“Really, okay, fair enough, I can keep stum don’t worry. You know I’m gay I presume?”

Well, no, I didn’t. I had no idea and I didn’t care frankly. “No, what difference does it make?”

“Well my gaydar is usually spot on shall we say. Although it can get a little confused when the reality I see is at odds with the vibes I feel.”

“Ash, I have no idea what you are talking about, I really don’t” I didn’t. First he was going on about me spending time in female neighbours houses as if I was up to something, and then he was rabbiting on about gaydar.

“No? Okay, fair enough, I must have it wrong is all.”

“Ash, I have no idea what you are going on about, got what wrong? You seemed interested why I was in some of the ladies’ houses and then you are on a bout gaydar, you really are making no sense.”

“Well, I know some gay, or probably more accurately Bi, men who hide it by spending time with women, as if to say ‘look at me, nothing gay to see here, I fuck women’.

“Jesus Ash. I don’t give a fuck about sexuality and who people fuck, and I have no interest at all in who fucks who.”

“So, you have never fucked a bloke?”

Well, of course I have, but that is nothing to do with Ash. “Ash I do not have to answer that question, not because you think I am gay and are trying to trick me into confirming it, but because I don’t discuss my sex life with anyone. If, and it is a big if, if I were to have a liaison or affair, then the only two people that would know would be the two of us involved. I do not discuss personal matters like that with anyone.”  

“Why not? It’s just sex, it’s just a fuck. Answer me this, what is the difference between fucking a woman in the arse and fucking a man in the arse?”

“There you go again, trying to trick me into saying I know the difference between a male and female arse. I am not discussing it Ash.”

“I think if you saw my arse you would want to plunge your cock in to it, you could pretend to yourself that my arse was your wife’s arse which I am sure you fuck regularly.”

I just shook my head and sipped at my tea. Something had gotten into him, God only knows what, but this was a strange conversation. I could understand it after a few too many beers, but after barely drunk tea? I just sipped my tea. I really had no desire to see his arse.

“Ash, I’m going to go, I have a load of work to do, thanks for the tea, we’ll chat another time.” I got up, this really was too odd.

“Run away then man, run away from what you are.” There was no aggression, he just sat there, a sad look on his face. I shut the door behind me.

I got a whatsapp request from an unknown number, I confirmed it was okay to receive, well I could always block if necessary. It was a picture of a woman getting out of the shower, her legs apart enough that I had a clear view of her naked hairless fanny. The woman was not looking at the camera, so I wondered if she knew the photo was being taken. She was probably late 30’s, early 40’s, boobs a nice size with rather large nipples. A bit of a tummy on her, blond hair down to her shoulders. Yeah, nice. But I had no idea who she was nor who had sent it. Henry’s mom was a possibility for the woman, so probably from Henry, but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t reply or comment, but I saved the photo just in case it decided to auto delete before I had a chance to have a good look at it.

Jools came home early, unlike her. “God I am fucking mad” were her words of greeting.

“Er, okay, nice to see you back early, why are you mad?”

“I work in a security firm, you would think that they took security seriously, but no, oh no. The system has been hacked. Ransomware. Can’t do anything without computers, can’t use the computers. IT people are in trying to sort it, and then there will be a forensic investigation to find out how it got in and who, if anyone, broke what, if any rules. So, go home and come back on Monday was the decision from the Board. They don’t want any of us in there getting in the way of IT.”

“More like they don’t want a guilty person trying to cover their tracks” I suggested.

“So, a long weekend that I didn’t need.”

“But nice though. We can spend some time together.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t sound so enthusiastic.”

“Sorry. I’m just mad.”

“I noticed.”

“It is just so annoying.”

“Yes, you said. Are they going to pay the ransom?” 

“No, we take daily backups which are kept and then each backup is compared to the previous days and all changes copied out to a separate database, it’s all very technical and I am sure I have not explained it properly, but basically they can restore to a previous safe backup. The subsequent work can be isolated from the infected system and so the worst we lose is a days work, but that all takes time. So, no, they are not going to pay, they just have to involve the Government Cyber Security people, and you know how slow Government works.”

“Only too well Jools, only too well.” Well, the mood Jools was in told me I was getting no personal attention today, neither at home nor away.

I was getting into the car when Ash called across. “Jace, you got a minute?”

I turned and walked towards him, “just a minute, I have to go and get some documents in the post.”

“Look I just wanted to apologise. The doc gave me some new tablets and they seemed to mess with me a bit. Okay?”

“Ash, it’s fine, I am not and was not offended, I guessed that you were not being yourself.”

“Well, thing is, I am, you know, what I said. Gay”

“Ash, I don’t care what anyone’s sexuality is. As long as you are not fucking goats or children I don’t give a shit where you put your cock. Now, sorry, but I really have to get to the post office.”

Ash was preying on my mind a bit as I sorted the post, I am not averse to a bit of man action, but it would need to be somewhat more discrete than Ash is at the moment. I couldn’t trust him to keep quiet. It wasn’t gay sex I wanted kept quiet, it was any sex. I really don’t want anything getting back to Jools. I don’t mind playing around, and obviously that applies to Jools playing around too, but discretion is paramount. What I don’t know about I am not going to stress about, and it is the same for Jools. The house of cards that is our marriage will come tumbling down if things came into the open. As I pulled onto the drive two women stood there and they waited for me to open the car door.

“Hello,” One of them said, “Can we talk to you about the Lord.”

Bloody hell God Botherers. I decided on some sport. Jools was probably at the gym as she wasn’t home.

“Why, yes of course. Would you care for a cup of tea?” I bet that wasn’t the usual response, I expected that usually they would be told to go away, and often perhaps not so politely.

“Oh, er yes, that would be lovely” replied the woman that had initially spoken.

“Yes, thank you” her companion added.

I opened my front door and ushered them in. “Grab a seat and I will just pop the kettle on.”

I made some tea and then went back to join them. They were sat on the sofa, so I sat in the arm chair opposite them.

“Well then ladies, what do you want to say?” I asked with a smile on my face, I doubted they were ready for what was about to come their way.

“The Lord and how he fills our life with joy and how he can fill your life with joy too.” Said number 1.

“Yes,” said number 2, “pure joy and bliss.”

“Oh”, I said, “obviously not the same Lord I thought of then.” Gently back at them.

“What do you mean?” Asked number 1.

“Well, the Lord I know off gave every human being the means of having great joy in the company of another but then banned them from enjoying it.”

“I don’t understand” said number 2, number 1 just shook her head.

“Well then let me explain.” Okay, here we go. “Sexual pleasure. It is the most profound pleasure that can be enjoyed between 2 people, yet your religion says it is wrong. Intercourse is just for producing babies. In fact I bet your husbands just lay on you, finish and then roll off. No attempt to ensure that you have received the pleasure that you should, the pleasure that the Lord designed your body to achieve.”

“What our husbands do is not your concern” Number 1 said looking me straight in the eyes.

“You are right, it is not my concern, but it should be yours. And I do not want to discuss your husbands, I am just using them as an example that you can relate to. Sex is often referred to as love making, as in an expression of love between 2 people, and love brings pleasure and joy, and so should sex. Only you can know if your husbands give you joy and pleasure, or just takes relief for himself. I do not want to know. But my point is, if you believe that the Lord created man and then woman, you must believe that he put all these wonderful pleasure points in our body. So my point is, why does religion that praises this Lord, prevent us from enjoying the and experiencing the pleasure joy and bliss that our bodies are capable off, that the Lord put there when he created us?”

Number 2 looked at me and then at number 1. “You are an agent of the devil. I shall not listen to this. Come on Margaret, we are leaving.”

I smiled at them, they of course had no answer, but I wasn’t going to get into a full-scale debate obviously, they just wanted to live by their existing rules, not question anything, and then run away. I had not questioned the existence of God, just the religion that controls believers.

After they had scurried off, Margaret somewhat reluctantly I thought, I had some zoom meetings to arrange so it was a busy time in the home office. During one of the zooms my phone pinged with a message, I ignored it until my meeting was finished.