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.
