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'Til Fate They Did Part
by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A man encourages and then agrees to his wife comforting 
an elderly ill colleague. Things turn out a little 
differently to what he'd hoped. (MF, wife, rom, cuck)

***

The 'phone call, when it arrived, came as no particular 
surprise. I'd told Jayne that if she needed any help 
looking after her father that I and my wife would be 
pleased to help. Her father, John, a colleague of mine 
had been ill for some time; he'd been in hospital for 
an operation having been told beforehand that recovery 
would take some time considering his age. He'd lost 
most of the use of his legs and was largely confined to 
his bed in the house he lived in alone since he and his 
wife had separated some years earlier.

I am John's line manager and he'd met my wife on social 
occasions and was clearly charmed by her, referring to 
her many times as a 'refined and elegant lady' He has a 
point, she it six feet tall, slender and with a very 
fine figure. Her accent, what some may call 'Oxford 
English,' marked her out as a well brought up woman. In 
her fifties; she has retained her good looks, figure 
and deportment. I am indeed a fortunate man. Her name 
is Elizabeth, she prefers to be called Liz, but John 
always refers to her as Elizabeth which he says befits 
a woman of her standing.

Jayne needed a break for a weekend; she wanted to go 
away with her husband to a seaside cottage they owned. 
He travelled a lot and getting him away from his work 
wasn't easy so she wanted to grab the moment. Her 
problem was that she visited John every day just to 
tidy him up and settle him for the night as he was 
perfectly safe on his own until the following day. I 
told her not to worry, and that Liz and I would meet 
her at John's house and then Jayne and her husband 
could depart from there and we would settle John for 
the three nights, visiting each day. Liz quite looked 
forward to being of help as she appreciated John's good 
manners and a gentleness not often found in men.

We all met at the house. It was a very warm day and 
they were in the garden when we arrived, John in a 
wheelchair. Despite Jayne and her husband being in 
their thirties, John in his sixties and Liz and I in 
our fifties, we all got on very well and Jayne and Tony 
(her husband) were later leaving than they'd planned. 
As early evening approached, Jayne mentioned to John 
that she would settle him in bed and then she and Tony 
could leave. 

John momentarily looked disappointed and I realised 
that he was enjoying the occasion. I offered to stay 
with Liz and that we would settle John for the night. 
Indeed, it was going to be a rare warm evening and I 
offered to go to the local supermarket and pick-up a 
couple of disposable barbeques and some steaks. John 
was delighted with the idea and Jayne was clearly 
comfortable with it. I said my goodbyes to Jayne and 
Tony and set off.

When I returned later, I pulled up to the front of the 
house. When I went in, I could see into the rear 
garden. Liz was talking animatedly and John listening 
intently, with a lovely smile on his face; it was a 
pleasure to see him so happy following his illness. As 
discreetly as I could so as not to break their mood, I 
took out two glasses of the chilled wine I'd bought at 
the supermarket and set them down, indicating to Liz 
that I go back to prepare the food. She nodded her 
understanding and carried on the conversation with 
barely a break. 

I returned to the house and unpacked the goods, putting 
a second bottle of wine in the fridge. I peppered the 
steaks and made a salad, having a second glass of wine 
as I did so. I was enjoying myself and Liz and John 
continued their conversation. I took out the bottle of 
wine and offered them a second glass. John hesitated, 
but not for long and happily accepted; Liz smiled her 
acceptance. I said that I was about ready and I'd light 
one of the two barbeques to cook the steaks. I lit it 
and returned to the house to get the food whilst it 
heated up and stopped smoking.

We all had a most pleasant evening. The steaks were 
good and conversation flowed between the three of us. 
John had a third glass of wine, his last he said, as 
did Liz and I. It was dusk when we finished. John was 
getting tired now so I offered to get him to bed, via 
the bathroom. Liz said she would clear the supper 
things whilst I did so.

I got John to the bathroom where he said he could 
manage and that he'd call be when he needed to get into 
bed. I joined Liz in the kitchen and helped her finish 
clearing the supper things. She remarked what a 
pleasant evening it had been. I thanked her for being 
so kind to John and how pleasing it had been to see him 
happier than I'd seen him in a long time. I pulled her 
towards me to give her a hug and she came into my arms 
and kissed me in her own sensual way, the way she does 
when she wants to make love. I was pleasantly surprised 
at this unexpected move and reacted accordingly. Thank 
heavens it wasn't far to go home. John's call 
interrupted us and I reluctantly pulled away and headed 
for the bathroom.

I wheeled him to the side of his bed and he lifted 
himself sideways from his chair onto it. He wore only a 
pair of loose fitting shorts as the night was warm. 
Once comfortable, he pulled the thin sheet over himself 
and settled back onto his pillows.

'I can't remember when I've had such a lovely evening 
and in such good company.' He said.

'We've both enjoyed it too John,' I replied, and then 
added, 'I hope I didn't give you too much wine; we've 
all drank more than usual.'

'Worry not,' said John, 'it was very much needed. Thank 
you again for such a lovely time.'

I asked him if he was ok for the night and he replied 
that he'd be fine. We shook hands and he thanked me 
again for the evening. I said we'd be here again by 9 
o'clock tomorrow. Just as I was about to leave, Liz 
tapped on the door and asked if she could come in.

'Yes!' John called out enthusiastically.

Liz came in, and to my surprise, said she wanted to 
make sure that John was comfortable for the night. She 
eased him forward and plumped up his pillows and 
generally fussed about. He looked rather pleased. She 
then sat on the side of his bed and made sure that the 
'phone was within his reach and that he had programmed 
our number into it. Then she did something which she 
seldom does to anybody, she leaned forward and kissed 
him lightly on both cheeks and then held his hand while 
she thanked him for a lovely evening. 

I was surprised on two counts; first, Liz doesn't do 
the kissing thing when she meets people other than very 
close family; second, prolonged physical contact, the 
holding hands, with anybody but me is virtually 
unknown. However, from the look of pleasure and 
admiration on John's face, he clearly didn't mind. He 
was enraptured.

Liz gave John a further kiss on the cheek and rose from 
the bed. We all said goodnight and I closed and locked 
the front door which John could unlock remotely from 
inside the house; as I pulled away from John's house, 
Liz rested her hand briefly on my thigh before moving 
across my crotch and then back to the inside of my 
thigh.

'Just checking that everything's working,' she said 
without looking at me.

The drive home is about 15 minutes; we made it in 10.

I'd hardly closed the door before Liz pulled me towards 
the stairs. We passed the bathroom and made straight 
for our bedroom. As we entered Liz pulled off her 
summer shirt and let her skirt fall to the floor. She 
wore no bra, just a bright scarlet thong. She fell onto 
the bed, rolled over on her back, spread her long legs 
wide and at the same time pulling her thong to one 
side, exposing her wonderful long labia. She was 
soaked.

'Foreplay can come later,' she said, 'I just want 
fucking right now.'

What had got into her I didn't know, or care. I pulled 
off my shirt and trousers and with them my shorts. My 
cock was so hard it hurt. I virtually fell onto her and 
she grabbed my cock, pulling herself onto it. She was 
true to her word. Fuck she did, like I'd seldom known 
it. She uttered obscenities, begged me to fuck her 
harder, scratched my back and dug her nails into my 
arse as she roughly pulled me into her at every stroke. 

I knew I wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for long 
without cumming; there was no chance to slow things 
down so that I could hold off. However, Liz solved my 
dilemma by suddenly wrapping her long legs around arse 
and the end of a particularly hard thrust (at her 
insistence) and held me in her as she started to 
orgasm. 

I felt her squirt, not a common thing with her, and she 
started to gasp and shake and mutter, 'fuck, fuck, 
fuck...' over and over again as she came. I couldn't 
hold on any longer and let myself go. As I spurted into 
her, it triggered another string of spasms through her. 
I had seldom seen her like this and I felt really 
overwhelmed with love for her.

We quieted down and rested for a couple of minutes. I 
moved off and lay beside her. She immediately moved 
down the bed.

'I told you foreplay could come later,' she said, and 
took my softening cock into her mouth.

It was a wonderful feeling; my slippery cock being 
moved around in her warm mouth. To my surprise, I felt 
myself getting aroused again, my cock slowly, but 
surely growing. Liz let me fall free from her mouth and 
moved up the bed. She kissed me and I could taste 
traces of cum on her lips. She reached up and grabbed a 
handful of my hair and pulled my head down; it was her 
sign that she wanted me to go down on her, although 
we'd never done this after I'd cum inside her. 

I drew level with her parted legs; the inside of her 
thighs were wet, as was the thong still pulled to one 
side of her labia. I hesitated at the sight of my cum 
leaking from her. She took the initiative and, holding 
my head, thrust her wet cunt into my face and squeezing 
my head with her thighs to keep me there.

The force of her action expressed a quantity of my cum 
onto my lips; for the first time, I tasted my cum 
flowing from my wife. It wasn't as unpleasant as I 
thought it might be. Indeed, she was getting wet again 
herself which diluted the taste somewhat. I flicked her 
clitoris with my tongue and heard her gasp, even though 
muffled by her thighs. 

She relaxed, as did I and I spent a little time working 
her clitoris with my tongue, occasionally lubricating 
it with my cum as it flowed from her. I felt her 
stiffen and then relax as she her second orgasm 
started. She pushed herself onto my mouth and I felt 
her love juice mixed with my cum flow from her. My 
cock, which had softened again, seemed to leap to 
attention.

When she'd quieted again, I pulled away from her and 
removed her wet thong. I moved on top of her and she 
guided my cock into her soaked and open cunt. We made 
love slowly and with great tenderness and it felt like 
it lasted for a very long time. She didn't cum again 
and eventually I did. I lay inside her as I softened 
and watched as she gently drifted off to sleep. I 
kissed her lightly and whispered good night. I lay 
awake for a short time wondering at the passion she had 
shown; soon, I felt sleep calling and slowly drifted 
into unconsciousness.

Liz awoke first the next morning and woke me by kindly 
bringing me fresh orange juice and coffee. It was 
unusual for us to get up and about early on a weekend. 
Liz was clearly not coming back to bed as usual as she 
went to draw a bath as I had my coffee. I appreciate 
that we'd said that we would visit John first thing in 
the morning but Liz seemed eager to be up. 

She called that the bathroom was free. I took the hint; 
we were going to John's sooner rather than later. I 
quickly showered, shaved and dressed. As I entered the 
kitchen, Liz turned and put the kettle on the stove to 
make another coffee. I stood behind her and moved my 
hand around her back and fondled her breast. I thanked 
her for such a lovely night and she turned around and 
kissed me slowly.

'I enjoyed it too,' she said, and then continued, 'I 
hope I didn't shock you?'

'Not at all,' I replied, 'that was some good sex we 
had; it's a wonder I woke up this morning.'

'We should do it more like that,' she smiled.

'Whenever you like.' I grinned.

'I'll hold you to that,' she replied.

It was a warm morning and Liz looked great in her 
summer dress. It was one of several which showed her 
slender figure to the best: just two thin straps from 
the close fitting bodice tied behind her neck and the 
back scooped low to show the tanned smooth skin of her 
back. A pair of brightly enamelled hanging earrings 
showed through her hair. With a pair of silver open 
summer sandals with a heel, she stood slightly taller 
than me. She looked lovely.

Liz wanted to call in at the shop on the way so I 
waited outside until she came out with a large bad. 
Just some supplies she said and I didn't ask what. John 
must have heard the car pull up as the door latch 
buzzed as we approached. I immediately went to his 
room. He was fine; he said he'd had a quiet night and 
slept well but now needed the bathroom. As I wheeled 
him through the house, Liz stepped into the hall and 
bid him good morning.

'Good morning Elizabeth,' he said, and I noticed him to 
a double take at her appearance.

'If you'll excuse me being so forward,' he said, 'you 
look very lovely this morning.'

With her usual grace and charm she thanked him and I 
could see that she was genuinely pleased, flattered 
even.

I took John to the bathroom. He asked, a little 
awkwardly, if I'd help him into and, a little later, 
out of the bath. He said that Jayne usually helped him 
and I could sense that he was embarrassed to ask. I put 
him at his ease; he didn't need to feel this way.

'John,' I said, 'we've moved from employee and manager 
to friendship. You have no need to feel uncomfortable; 
we are both happy to help you in any way we can.'

He held up his hand and I grasped it in both of mine.

'Thank you Derrick,' he said, 'you are both very kind. 
I am proud to have you and Elizabeth as friends.'

'Now you can call her Liz,' I grinned.

He looked at me and smiled.

'Never,' he said, 'she will always be Elizabeth.'

With all embarrassment now pushed aside I helped John 
into the chair which lowered or raised him into or out 
of the bath. He wasn't a heavy man. He was lean and 
well formed and, I have to say this, I couldn't help 
noticing the largeness of his circumcised penis. He 
lowered himself into the water and said he'd call when 
he was ready to return to his wheelchair.

I left the bathroom. I went into the kitchen and saw 
Liz in the garden picking some of the abundant flowers. 
She came in and said the house needed some brightening 
up and that she'd already seen to John's room. I went 
to have a look and the difference was quite something. 

It was definitely a woman's touch. The bed was made, 
with just a single sheet pulled over it due to the 
warmth of the day. There were two large vases of 
flowers and the curtains had been pulled back as far as 
they would go and the windows opened wide causing the 
curtains to move slowly in time with the light breeze. 

The whole room seemed brighter somehow and I could see 
where things had been moved, dusted and replaced. I was 
the way Liz did things to our home and she'd brought 
her talent to John's room. And, when I went through 
into the living room, she'd done the same there. The 
large sliding doors which opened out onto the garden 
had been pulled back and light flooded the room. Liz 
said she was about to make coffee. As she rose to do 
so, John called and I went to help him.

'Breakfast will be ready by the time you're both 
finished.' She said.

'Breakfast?' I queried.

This was something new. Breakfast in our house 
consisted of orange juice and coffee before I left for 
work.

'It's been a long night for John,' she said by way of 
explanation, and left it there.

I returned to the bathroom and helped John from the 
rising seat onto the towel placed in his wheelchair. He 
dried himself and then lifted himself free of the 
towel, pulled it away and asked me to pass his 
underwear. He looked in fine shape, sat there naked, 
and I couldn't help glancing again at his rather 
magnificent penis. In fact, I offered to help him on 
with his shorts in the hope that I could get more than 
a glance. 

He thanked me and I willingly helped him get them on. 
He raised himself on the arms of his wheelchair and I 
slide his shorts up over his thighs and around his 
waist. I was clumsy insofar as I was looking at his 
penis rather than what I was doing and I pulled them up 
to one side of his crotch, leaving his penis showing 
from the left leg hole. 

Without any hesitation, I pulled the leg hole to one 
side, and deftly held his penis and tucked it into his 
shorts. I was struck not only by its length and girth, 
but also its weight and firmness. He thanked me as if 
this was the most natural thing to do. I offered him 
his shirt and trousers, helping him with the latter.

When we entered the sitting room, we saw Liz sat in the 
garden by the table. We went to join her and John 
exclaimed with delight when he saw the plate of 
croissants she had bought earlier and a cafetiere of 
fresh coffee. We spent a leisurely hour over breakfast 
during which I noticed that John hardly stopped looking 
at Liz. He was clearly smitten and I didn't mind in the 
least, indeed, I was proud of my wife and found it 
mildly erotic in a strange sort of way. 

Liz asked John if he needed anything more before we 
left. He said he was fine but asked her if she would 
draw the curtains in his bedroom so that is was a cool 
place to retreat to if he became too warm. We said we'd 
be back at around 7pm to settle him for the night. He 
said he'd look forward to it. Making sure that John had 
the remote control for the front door, we secured the 
house before leaving.

We passed the day in the garden, reading and dozing in 
the shade of the birch tree. I noticed that Liz kept 
checking her watch; I don't think she realised she was 
doing it. By 6:15pm she was getting impatient and then 
said that we should go. I didn't point out that we 
would be early as she clearly wanted to go at that very 
moment. We arrived at John's a few minutes after 6:30.

The remote door lock clicked as we approached it. When 
we entered the house, John called out that he was in 
his bedroom. He was sitting in bed, a book by his side. 
He was naked to the waist from where he was covered by 
a thin sheet. He said he'd retreated into the coolness 
of the bedroom earlier in the afternoon. 

It was quite warm in there but he looked comfortable 
enough although his chest was covered in very light 
perspiration. I offered to accompany him to the 
bathroom for a shower; he said he was fine but would 
appreciate a bowl of cool water and a flannel just to 
wipe his head and face. Liz said that she would fetch 
it while I cleared the garden of the table we'd used 
earlier and secure the opening doors.

I cleared the garden and went back into the house. I 
heard John's and Liz's voices and, for some reason, 
went quietly into the hall. Liz was sat on the side of 
John's bed, her back towards me, hiding me from John's 
view. She was talking to him and was using the dampened 
flannel to wipe John's chest, as I looked, she gently 
wiped his face also. I felt rather voyeuristic, I don't 
quite know why, so I backed away and went back into the 
garden room. 

I made the closing of the doors more noisily than I 
might normally have done and generally made movement 
noises as I made sure the rear of the house was secure. 
As I went into the hall I called ahead that the doors 
were closed and locked. When I entered the room, Liz 
was just patting John's face dry. When she rose from 
the side of the bed and carried the bowl away, I 
noticed than John looked cooler although his face 
looked slightly flushed. 

I asked him if he was alright and he said he was fine 
although I thought he looked a little embarrassed. Liz 
returned to the room and fussed around John, making him 
comfortable and ensuring that he had the 'phone to hand 
should he need us in the night. We bid him goodnight 
and said we'd be back tomorrow afternoon to see that he 
was tidied up for when Jayne and Tony returned. I 
dropped the front door lock on the way out and we got 
in the car.

It was a repeat of yesterday but somewhat more urgent. 
Liz grabbed my crotch.

'Get me home,' she said urgently.

I drove as quickly as I could without being stupid and 
got home ten minutes later. There was no preamble, she 
headed for the stairs and I followed. She undid the 
straps of her dress as she entered the bedroom and 
stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor where it 
fell. I pulled of my shirt and pulled of my trousers 
and pants in one movement. Liz lay on the bed looking 
at my hard cock, her lips slightly parted and her eyes 
half closed with lust. 

I fell onto the bed and she grabbed my cock and 
immediately went down, plunging it into her mouth, 
groaning as she did so, her teeth grating down its 
length. She did a couple of rough strokes with her 
teeth running up and down me and then pulled me free of 
her mouth and gasped in some air. She rolled over on 
her back, taking my head and pushing it down as she did 
so. Gratefully I buried my face into her wetness. 
Within a minute, she had an orgasm.

'Use your fingers for my next one,' she murmured.

I moved to kneel beside her and started to massage her 
clitoris with by finger, wetting it now and again with 
her love juice. She took hold of my hard cock, milked a 
large drop of precum from me and slowly and gently 
stroked it. I looked down at her and smiled and she 
returned my smile in a dreamy way and closed her eyes.

'This is the second hard penis I've touched today.' She 
said softly, her eyes remaining closed.

I said nothing but I swear my heart skipped a beat. She 
broke the silence that followed as I continued to 
stimulate her. It was the way to get her to talk when 
she wanted to fantasise about anything sexual, usually 
about being with two lovers; it was something she 
fantasised about during sex but never mentioned it in 
the cold light of day.

'When I was washing John's chest, I accidentally 
brushed my arm across the sheet. He had an erection,' 
she said.

I was silent for a few seconds. I wet my fingers again 
and noticed that she was now very wet indeed.

'Why tell me now?' I asked softly.

She paused and her face reddened slightly.

'Because I did it again,' she hesitated. 'but not 
accidentally. I'm sure he thought it was though.'

'Did you do it a third time?' I asked, noticing that my 
voice was quavering slightly with excitement. I 
quickened the pace of my fingers.

'No,' she answered shortly, and then continued, 'but I 
wanted to.'

I was about to say something, I can't remember what, 
just to keep her talking. She beat me to it.

'I wanted to pull the sheet away and touch him.' She 
paused, 'Cum in me.'

I needed no second bidding. As I moved on top of her, 
she grasped my hard cock and pushed herself onto it, 
gasping as she did so. I'd only given a few thrusts 
when she came, making the low moan she does when it 
comes from somewhere deep inside her. I waited for a 
minute or so until she quieted and came back from 
wherever she goes at such moments. I started to move 
with slow but deliberate and deep strokes. When we'd 
established a mutual rhythm, I chanced my luck.

'Did you want to make John cum?' I asked softly.

'Yes.' She breathed softly, 'I did.'

'Do you still want to?'

'Yes,' she said.

I thrust into her a little harder.

'Do it tomorrow then,' I said spontaneously.

She gasped and I felt her release another gush of love 
juice.

'Do you want me to?' she asked, neatly putting the onus 
on me.

I made a decision, based on my present state of lust 
rather than any rational state of mind.

'Yes, if you tell me about it afterwards.'

'I will,' she said and then descended into a second 
orgasm, taking me with her.

I came so hard it almost hurt, but not as much as her 
nails digging into my back.

Later, as we lay still, she broke the silence and 
interrupted my spinning thoughts.

'Did you mean it?'

I hesitated.

'Yes, do you still want to?'

Liz didn't hesitate.

'Yes I do.'

I didn't respond and she stayed silent. Eventually we 
drifted into sleep; waking in the middle of the night 
to make love again but without talking, and then 
sleeping again.

We were mostly silent during the morning. I waited for 
her to restart the conversation but she didn't. It was 
her way; once she makes up her mind, she seldom changes 
it. She went to change and returned wearing a short 
skirt and a thin shirt, the kind that ties up in the 
front, leaving her flat and tanned midriff bare. She 
wore no bra under it and the outline of her breasts was 
clearly visible.

On the way to John's she broached the subject, albeit 
in an oblique way.

'If anything happens, I'll tell John that it is with 
your blessing, which will make it easier for him if he 
feels guilty.' She said, thereby cunningly avoiding the 
'are you still sure about this' type of conversation.

I said that it would be fine. Still we never asked each 
other if either still wanted this to happen.

The opportunity may not occur anyway,' she said in an 
off-handed manner.

I grunted in a non-committal way.

We arrived and heard the remote door lock activate. 
When we went in, the house was noticeable warm, 
probably because there was no through draft with the 
rear doors shut. John's room was cooler but not by very 
much. Liz started to fuss around him and I went and 
opened the rear doors to cool the house down. Liz came 
out and poured some cold drinks and I took John's into 
his room and we sat there chatting about nothing in 
particular whilst Liz made domestic noises from the 
kitchen. There was much opening and shutting of 
cupboard doors and eventually she returned, holding a 
piece of paper.

'John is short of a few items for the kitchen and Jayne 
and Tony will want something when they return later. 
Whilst I tidy up a little, would you mind going into 
town to pick up these few items?'

It was so neatly done and I hadn't seen it coming.

I finished my drink and got up to leave. As I did so, 
Liz came back into the room carrying a small bowl of 
water, a flannel and towel on a tray.

'Take your time,' she said, 'don't rush around in this 
heat.' She didn't look at me

I said I wouldn't and left the house. Events were now 
out of my hands. She had neatly engineered my 
departure. She wanted this to happen.

I drove off slowly to town and spent a long hour 
getting just a few items and then sitting in the car 
before heading back. By the time I arrived back at the 
house, well over an hour had elapsed.

When I walked in, it was if nothing untoward had taken 
place. I caught Liz's eye as I took the stuff through 
to the kitchen but she gave no sign. I looked in at 
John, but he was dozing so I left him in peace. I 
cleared up the garden furniture whilst Liz put the 
stuff away in the kitchen. As I returned to the house, 
Jayne and Tony arrived back. 

They looked relaxed and slightly tanned; for the first 
time, I realised that Jayne was a very good looking 
woman; I'd only known her as tired looking, now she 
looked rather lovely with a much fuller figure than Liz 
which she carried well. I noticed Tony give Liz an 
appraising look, taking in her flat tummy and the 
outline of her breasts.

We stayed for a half hour or so and said our goodbyes. 
Jayne was most grateful and Liz told her that we'd 
gladly help again if they had a chance to get away 
again. We both went to say goodbye to John. Liz gave 
him a kiss on the cheek and he held on to her hand and 
looked at her as she drew away.

'Thank you Liz,' he said, holding her gaze for a short 
while before letting go of her hand.

He faced me and held up his hand. I took it and we 
shook hands. John delayed it slightly by holding on and 
placing his free hand over our clasped hands. He looked 
me straight in the eye.

'And thank you very much indeed Derrick,' he paused, 
'you are a very kind and generous man.'

I knew then that something had indeed taken place. We 
made our goodbyes and left.

When we were in the car, I went to speak but Liz beat 
me to it.

'Wait 'til we get home,' she said.

We drove home in silence.

Once in the house, she turned to face me. She was 
slightly breathless as if nervous.

'Don't ask me anything,' she said, 'I'll tell you about 
it in bed.'

She turned towards the stairs and I dumbly followed. 
She didn't pause by the bathroom, instead she headed 
for our bedroom, untying the front of her shirt as she 
went. In one fluid movement, she lay on the bed, 
turning on her back as she did so; she paused, and then 
seductively parted her long legs. The front of her 
thong was drenched. When she'd seen that I had noticed, 
she pulled up her legs and slipped off the thong. I 
needed no second bidding. I quickly undressed and fell 
on the bed beside her. I went to suck her breasts but 
she stopped me.

'Wait.' She said softly.

I looked at her for some sort of clue. Slowly, she 
lifted her right hand and pressed the palm against my 
mouth. My instant thought was that she'd done it to 
stop me saying anything: this thought was quickly 
dispelled when I caught the unmistakable scent, and 
then the taste, of cum. She moved her hand to my hair 
and pushed me downward, in the silent signal that she 
wanted me to go down on her. 

I needed no encouragement, it is my favourite thing. I 
love the sheer intimacy of it and how it encompasses 
all the senses it stimulates; the subtle scent (which 
changes from woman to woman), the beautiful sight of 
her swollen labia, the taste of her love juice, the 
feeling of her wet clitoris on my tongue and the low 
moan as I stimulate her.

Then she started talking to me, her voice strangely 
distant as I stimulated her with my tongue.

She told me how she'd wiped John's face with a cool 
flannel and then his chest. She'd then pulled the sheet 
up to uncover his feet and legs and bathed them also. 
How she'd stolen a glance and seen that he was lying 
with his eyes shut as if trying to concentrate and then 
dropping her gaze to see that he had a sizeable 
erection. At this point, she gently drew the sheet away 
to leaving him naked on the bed.

All of this time, her juices flowed like I'd never 
known before and I had to shift myself to avoid 
pressing down on my rigid cock for a very real fear of 
cumming.

John's reaction was to turn away but she told him it 
was alright, that she understood, he was not to be 
embarrassed, that she'd spoken to me and I didn't mind, 
that he'd opened his eyes and looked at her. She told 
him it would be alright.

Then she sat on the side of the bed and taken his penis 
in her hand. He was big. Bigger than me (I already knew 
this) and she was turned on by it. He was circumcised 
and it was a 'gorgeous looking prick'. All of this was 
delivered in staccato sentences by a voice softened by 
lust.

At this point, I pulled away from her as I felt the 
first convulsions of an orgasm in the base of my prick. 
I lay stock still, thinking of anything but what Liz 
was saying as I was in great danger of cumming. After 
half a minute or so the spasms passed and I returned my 
attention to her clitoris. She'd remained silent during 
my pause. She started at the same time as me.

She told me how she'd milked precum from him and run it 
up and down his penis and how he'd drawn a sharp intake 
of breath as she'd done so. How she was turned on by 
rubbing another man's prick. How she looked at his huge 
prick covered in precum and how wet she had become. How 
she stopped when she thought he might cum so as to 
delay the moment 'for us both'. 

In the penultimate moment, she had stopped and let go 
of him. As he quieted, she spoke his name; when he 
opened his eyes and focused on her, she had untied her 
shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. How John had 
looked at her face and then gazed at her breasts. As 
she took his penis in her hand again, she had reached 
for his hand and placed it on her breast.

'Then he came Derrick, oh my God how he came.'

It shot over his chest and stomach, her hands as she 
rubbed the head of his prick. Then, she'd leant 
forwards and pointed it at her breasts and it hit them 
too. It just kept going.

Once he'd stopped, it took her ages to clean him and 
her up. At one point she thought I'd be back before 
she'd finished clearing up. As it was, she only had 
about a couple of minutes before I did.

Her last few words came in a rush as she orgasmed and I 
did too. Liz was biting the pillow to stifle her moans 
and then gave up as all restraint deserted her. She 
yelled out something, I didn't know what, only that it 
was loud, very loud, and I clamped my hand over her 
mouth as I felt sure the whole neighbourhood would 
hear. I tried to enter her, trying to hang on to her 
bucking hips as I convulsed in spasms of ecstasy 
feeling the warm flood of my cum leave my jerking penis 
and spraying over her thigh, mound and stomach.

Liz broke the deafening silence that follows such 
outbursts.

'Seems that men want to cum over me rather than in me 
today,' she said dreamingly, smiling softly as she did 
so.

'And where did discussion about touching your breasts 
come into our conversation?' I asked mischievously.

'They're my breasts and I decided myself.' She said in 
a low throaty laugh.

'You fucking tart.' I said.

'Yes, I am,' she said, 'and I fucking enjoyed being 
one.'

We awoke part way through the night and both got up to 
clean ourselves up. I made some coffee and brought it 
back to bed. We talked of what had happened and I was 
pleased that we were both comfortable with it. I 
reached over and put out the light and we lay down 
holding each other.

'Would you do it again?' I asked in the darkness.

'Yes.' She said.

I waited, but she said no more, and eventually we 
drifted into sleep.

Life went on as usual for a couple of weeks. Jayne kept 
in touch with Liz and we learned that John was getting 
stronger though still needed to be made comfortable 
before nightfall. I called in a couple of times and 
John and I talked about work and other non-
consequential stuff. We never mentioned what went on 
between Liz and him. Then, one evening, Jayne 'phoned 
asking to speak to Liz. 

From the conversation, I could make out that Jayne was 
asking if we could see John one evening as Jayne 
clearly wasn't going to be about. The conversation 
ended and Liz returned to the room. Jayne had asked if 
we were able to call in the evening after next as Jayne 
had a chance to attend a concert with Tony. I said that 
was fine.

'I can go on my own,' said Liz, 'we don't both need to 
be there.'

I looked at her and inclined my head in a silent 
question.

'I want to go on my own' She said, and then paused. 

I went to ask her things, but before I could speak, she 
beat me to it (again)

'I'm going on my own.'

Liz left the house late afternoon, reckoning that she'd 
be a couple of hours. We hadn't spoken about her going 
since Jayne's 'phone call. She'd dressed the part and 
was clearly intending to repeat the experience with 
John. On the way out, she turned, the keys of the car 
in her hand.

She hesitated, and said. 'I'm soaked already.'

With that, she turned and left.

It was a strange and seemingly long evening. I poured a 
glass of well chilled white Burgundy, took out a couple 
of thin, dry biscuits to complement it and sat outside 
in the garden with the newspaper. I read, and reread, 
the same page a couple of times before giving it up as 
a bad job as I couldn't concentrate. As the evening 
light faded I moved into the summerhouse, taking the 
bottle of wine and sat in there watching the sun go 
down, my mind all over the place as I thought of Liz 
masturbating John just a few miles away. 

By the time I heard the car draw up, I'd had more than 
half of the wine and was feeling somewhat laid-back. I 
felt good and ready for anything; I was also felt 
turned-on in anticipation of what may follow.

Liz entered the garden and, alerted by the open door of 
the summerhouse, headed towards it. I got up to greet 
her, somewhat unsteady on my feet.

''Drink?' I asked, indication the wine.

'I'll have a gin and tonic instead please,' she said, 
'and easy on the tonic.'

This surprised me as she was meticulous in the standard 
of her gin and tonic but I didn't ask. She passed me 
and sat down. As she did, my mind registered something 
but it was lost in the haze of my head as I made for 
the house to make her drink. I made it as she had 
asked, light on the tonic. I dropped in some ice and a 
slice of lime and took it out to her.

As I handed her the drink, I saw what it was that had 
caught my peripheral vision.

'What happened to your hair?' I asked. It looked 
different; areas of it looked as if it had been combed 
when still wet.

She didn't answer immediately; instead she took a 
healthy swig of her drink.

'John caught me unawares and he came over it,' she 
paused, and added, 'the gin is to get rid of the taste 
of his cum.' She said, looking me directly in the eyes.

Just like that, without any preamble.

The mellow fog in my head dissipated in and instant. 
Liz filled the silence.

'He came before I could get it out of my mouth. As I 
took it out it went over my face and hair. The rest I 
let go over me. I've never seen so much cum.'

I was speechless. As I watched, she opened her shirt. 
There was cum stains over both and between breasts, the 
effect emphasised by her suntan. As I gaped, she took 
another swig of her drink.

'I thought I'd better wash it off my face before I 
drove home.'

This was all delivered in a brazen manner which 
surprised me. There was almost a defiant air to it.

'I'll have that glass of wine now, please.' She said 
proffering her empty glass. She took out the slice of 
lime and bit into the flesh of it.

'That's better, you wouldn't want to taste that when 
you fuck me would you.' She said.

She was totally in control of the situation and she 
knew it. I had never seen her like this. I was both 
shocked and, I have to admit, thrilled. I was now stone 
cold sober. I poured her some wine; my hand was shaking 
slightly. She noticed.

'Before or after your drink?' I asked.

'During,' she said, 'and right here.'

I needed no further encouragement. I pulled my shirt 
off over my head and dropped my shorts and stepped out 
of them, leaving them on the floor. Liz stayed seated; 
she dropped her gaze to my erection. She took a sip of 
her drink and then slowly stood up. She dropped her 
skirt and wriggled out of her wet thong. She slowly 
parted her shirt whilst looking directly at me. It 
appeared to catch on something and I looked down to see 
it was stuck to her skin in one place; she pulled it 
off her skin and it made a soft tearing sound as it 
came free, leaving a white mark. It had been held there 
with dried cum.

She took another sip of her wine and set the glass down 
on the window ledge. She turned towards the window and, 
putting both hands on the ledge, pushed herself back 
wards and lowering herself exposing her wet cunt and 
fine arse towards me.

I didn't bother with any foreplay or finessing, I just 
rammed my cock into her. She grunted.

'Just like a whore gets it,' I breathed.

I thrust in again roughly, gripping her hips to drag 
her back to meet my thrust. She gasped again but said 
nothing. I thrust again as hard as I possibly could. 
She let out a strangled gasp and then promptly came, 
squirting and calling out as she did so. Miraculously, 
I held on as she bucked and somehow managed not to cum. 
When she subsided, I started to move again with strong 
but not rough stokes, Liz grunting at every thrust. I 
pushed my luck to see how far I could take this.

'You want to fuck John don't you?'

She didn't answer. After a few more thrusts I tried 
again.

'Tell me my very own whore, you want his prick inside 
you don't you?'

'Yes,' she whispered, almost inaudibly.

My heart raced.

'Tell me again,' I said, thrusting harder.

There was a two stroke pause.

'Yes,' she said, 'I want his huge prick inside me and I 
want it to fill me with cum.'

I hadn't expected that and it tipped me over the edge. 
I came harder than usual, almost making my legs give 
way. It went on for some time before subsiding. I 
stayed in her until my cock began to soften and then 
pulled out of her. I left her there and flopped down 
into the chair. She straightened, reached for her 
drink, took a sip and then turned, walked towards my 
chair and sat down in my lap.

I looked at her and said nothing. She reached for my 
head and pulled me towards her and gave me a most 
loving slow and deep kiss. I fondled her breasts and 
she squirmed slightly in my lap. I felt a warm flood 
from her leak across my cock followed by the slightest 
scent of cum. She moved again, her slippery cunt lips 
gliding across my lap and the scent of cum stronger 
now. She pulled her lips away from mine.

I went to speak but she stalled me by placing her 
fingers gently on my lips.

'Don't ask if I'm sure I want to bed John. I am very 
sure. Let's be honest here; we are both getting 
something extra from this; admit it, it has certainly 
livened up our sex life. Besides, I haven't been to bed 
with anyone else since we have been married, unlike 
you.'

I went to reply - with a lie - but she beat me to it.

'Of course you have,' she said, 'ages ago with Mandie 
when Alex was away. It didn't matter then and it 
doesn't now so don't bother denying it.'

I stayed silent.

We stayed silently in the chair together for a while, 
each thinking our own thoughts. The evening grew cooler 
as the light faded and Liz suggested we returned to the 
house. We walked naked across the grass. When we got 
inside and closed the doors, Liz asked that we go to 
bed just as we were. I readily agreed and we fell into 
bed and fondled and kissed with the scent of cum 
emanating from the warm bed.

'Kiss my breasts,' she whispered.

I hesitated and then took the nipple of her left breast 
into my mouth. It tasted unmistakably of cum. I heard 
her intake of breath and she pushed my head down 
further.

'Clean me,' she breathed softly.

I did, and gladly. I covered the area between her 
breast, and then her right one and then followed the 
trail of John's cum until it ended just short of her 
navel. By the time I had finished, she was breathing 
heavily and I was hard again. I went down further and 
tasted my cum around her wet cunt and the inside of her 
legs. She had a small orgasm and, when she finished, I 
moved up and knelt beside her head. 

She turned and took my cock into her mouth, sucking it 
in and then working on it solely with her mouth. Within 
a few seconds, I knew I wouldn't last so I pulled away 
and lay on top of her. She reached down and guided me 
into her. We made love slowly and lovingly and for some 
considerable time. She was right; this whole episode 
was being good for us.

Over the next couple of weeks, we had little contact 
with John or Jayne. I saw John once and he was clearly 
getting stronger. I wondered if Liz would be able to 
fulfil her ambition as Jayne appeared not to need help. 
John was now able to get himself to and from his bed, 
albeit with some effort. Liz and I called in once as we 
were passing just to say hello. It was quite something 
to watch John's reaction when he met Liz; he was 
clearly pleased and I noticed a look of fondness in his 
gaze. I wondered if he was falling in love with her.

As fate usually does, it presented an opportunity to 
those who recognised it as such. Jayne 'phoned one 
evening. Liz answered and Jayne asked if I could come 
up to John's house. Her husband was working away and 
had taken the car. John had taken a minor fall by being 
over-ambitious. He wasn't hurt but she asked if I'd 
keep an eye on him until the evening as she wanted to 
attend her college class. 

In relaying this to me, Liz said that she had told 
Jayne that she would come with me and stay with John 
and that I would take Jayne to the college and wait for 
her in the library and then take her home. How quickly 
and neatly her mind worked and with no reference to me; 
she was committed to whatever she'd planned.

We quickly freshened up and set out for John's house. I 
noticed that Liz wasn't wearing anything that could be 
called provocative; I supposed so as not to appear so 
with Jayne being there. When we arrived, John looked 
well, if a little pale and Jayne looking cross rather 
than concerned. When she described what had happened, 
she was as annoyed as she was concerned. 

John listened with some exasperation, saying that he 
was alright and not to go on so. Liz defused it by 
saying that she'd see John to his bed and in the 
meantime, I could take Jayne to the college. The 
suggestion calmed everybody down and Jayne made 
preparations to leave with me. I looked at Liz, but she 
gave me no clue, and then at John; he was clearly quite 
happy to be looked after by Liz and I could understand 
why.

I opened the car door for Jayne. She thanked me as she 
got in, showing rather a lot of her legs as she did so. 
I started the car and drove off towards the gates 
giving access to the common and on to the college. 
Jayne was silent for a couple of miles; then she spoke.

'My father' she exclaimed, 'he so exasperates me at 
times. As if I don't have enough problems right now 
without him adding to them by being stubborn.'

'Don't be too hard on him,' I said, 'he hates being 
reliant on others.'

'I don't think I can face college right now Derrick, 
would you take me home please?'

I looked across at her and noticed that she had the 
tears in her eyes.

'Of course I will.' I said, and reached across and 
gently squeezed her hand.

She surprised me by putting her hand over mine, leaving 
it there for a while before removing it. Now I had both 
hands free, I set about diverting to her home. On the 
way, I mused that I'd need to while away a couple of 
hours before I could return to Johns'

I pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine and 
then went around to open her door. She got out, 
thanking me again. She turned to face me.

'Come in and have a drink,' she said, 'it's the least I 
can offer you for all your kindness.

I followed Jayne into the house, she going ahead 
putting on lights and drawing curtains.

'What would you like to drink Derrick?' she asked, 
'We've got most things.'

'Have you a vodka?' I asked.

She did, and poured two generous glasses.

'Ice?' she asked.

I thanked her and said I would.

She dropped a couple of ice cubes into each drink and 
raised her glass; we touched glasses and both took a 
sip (mine somewhat larger than hers).

'I'm sorry about being silly in the car earlier,' she 
said, 'Dad gets me so wound-up at times.'

As she spoke, her eyes filled with tears again. I put 
down my glass and then reached out and took the glass 
from her hand, setting it on the side next to mind. I 
didn't have a plan; I just thought I'd risk it. I 
reached for her and drew her towards me in a friendly 
hug. She responded quickly and clung to me for a short 
while. She than drew away slightly and looked at me, 
her eyes wet with tears. With my heart hammering away 
loud enough to hear, I leant to kiss her. She met me 
half-way.

It was gentle at first but quite rapidly moved on to a 
feeling of suppressed hunger. Jayne gave a throaty 
groan and pressed herself to me. The female readers of 
this (if there are indeed any) may enlighten me on 
Jayne's inner feelings. Being a typical man, I just got 
an instant erection.

I won't go into the detail; suffice to say that I found 
her warm and very loving; her figure full and 
responsive. Also, being in bed with the daughter of the 
man my wife was possibly fucking at the same instant 
gave me a great kick. The male readers of this may well 
understand my feelings.

As I went to leave after a couple of hours, Jayne gave 
me a hug and a quick kiss. She went to speak but I 
stopped her by gently placing a finder on her lips.

'I appreciate that what we both enjoyed was of the 
moment, a one off. I'm sure we'll both be able to live 
with it. It was lovely, and thank you; it will be 
something I'll recall with great pleasure and will 
remain solely between us.'

'Thank you Derrick.' She said, and gave me a warm hug 
and a final and loving kiss.

We parted good friends.

I was pensive as I returned to John's house. Liz and I 
hadn't talked about the logistics of meeting and 
leaving John's together. I needn't have worried. As I 
drew up to the front of the house, the security light 
came on and seconds after, Liz opened the door, stepped 
out and turned to secure it. I leant over to open the 
passenger door and she got into the car. Neither of us 
spoke. I pulled away and headed for home; we drove home 
in total silence, each with our own thoughts.

When we got into the house, Liz turned to me.

'I did it Derrick.'

'I'm hardly surprised,' I said smiling, 'you were 
evidently determined to.'

She dropped her gaze and then looked at me again.

'Can we go straight to bed?' she asked.

I nodded and she turned away. I followed her upstairs 
to our bedroom. There was enough light from the summer 
moon to see each other by.

Liz dropped her skirt and shrugged off her shirt but 
retained her thong, which was most unusual, and lay on 
the bed. I stripped to be totally naked and lay down 
beside her. In a strange way, it was almost like two 
lovers being together for the first time.

We gently kissed for some time, as we both relaxed I 
moved to kiss her breasts. I felt her tense so I 
returned to kiss her which seemed to give her some 
reassurance and she relaxed once more. After a while, I 
moved again and made it to her breasts without feeling 
her hesitate. I placed my mouth over her nipple and 
gently squeezed it between my lips. Her reaction 
surprised me. She let out a long and very loud gasp.

'God how they ache to be touched,' she whispered. Then 
by way of explanation, 'He never touched them.'

Despite a rising lust to travel further, I spent more 
time than usual on her breasts and she clearly enjoyed 
it. Eventually though, I started to head for my goal. 
Liz put her hand on my head, stopping me.

'Let me kiss you first,' she whispered.

This is her euphemism for giving one of her exquisite 
blow jobs prior to me entering her. Normally I'd have 
been in her mouth in an instant but I didn't want her 
tasting Jayne on me so I chose to ignore it by silence 
and made to move on down her body. She relaxed her grip 
on my head.

As I moved down, I started to move the thin waistband 
of her thong. As I did, the front triangle of peeled 
away from her. All at once, three senses hit me.

The scent of my wife mixed with the unmistakable scent 
of cum, the sight of her trimmed and matted pubic hair 
matted being pulled by the peeling away of the drenched 
cloth and lastly the delicate sound of it happening 
just a few inches from me. Liz raised and slightly 
parted her legs so that I could remove the wet thong. I 
noted, somehow, the weight of it so drenched was it. I 
dropped it over the side of the bed. As I returned to 
my task Liz lifted her hips from the bed, offering 
herself to me. It was a sight that will always be with 
me.

Her pubic hair, the area around her noticeably wide-
open cunt from her previous fucking and the inside of 
her thighs were coated in John's cum. As she raised 
herself, she ejected a flood of it which rolled down 
towards her fine arse and then disappeared into the 
crack of it. With undisguised lust, I moved towards the 
wet and warm pool of it all.

The first sense was one of the overwhelming scent of my 
wife mixed with another man's cum. This was followed 
rapidly by the taste of them both. As I reached my 
goal, Liz clamped her legs around by head with 
surprising force and rolled to one side moaning loud 
enough for be to hear it through my muffled ears. I 
pushed my head upwards to gain some air and then pushed 
my tongue into her. She came instantly.

She rocked back and forth, taking me with her as she 
did so between her clamped thighs. Instead of 
squirting, she ejected gobbets of John's cum which I 
gladly accepted in my mouth and than smeared it over 
her clitoris using my tongue. She groaned with each 
spasm, each ejecting more cum from her and increasing 
the grip around my head with her thighs. She finished 
cumming at about the same time as I could no longer 
take a breath.

When she was still, I moved up and without any 
preamble, pushed my cock roughly into her. It was like 
plunging it into a wet and warm swamp. I'd heard of 
what it is like to follow another man into a woman but 
it hadn't prepared me for the all enveloping feeling 
around my cock. 

I kissed her roughly and she responded greedily licking 
the cum from around my lips. I stopped moving to 
prevent myself from cumming. I pulled away and she 
smiled wickedly.

'You'll need to fuck me harder with your smaller prick; 
I'm used to a bigger one now'

I gave her what she asked for and we fucked like a 
couple of animals until I inevitably lost it and came. 
To this day I am surprised how it was so intense that 
it bordered on being painful.

When I was still, we lay together in the silence, the 
wetness and the heavy smell of sex. We drifted off to 
sleep as I remember little until the next morning when 
I awoke to the sound of Liz taking a bath. I went in to 
the bathroom to find her laying full-length in a deep 
bath with bubbles all around her; some had found their 
way out of the bath and on to the surrounding floor. I 
sat down in a chair and looked at her, saying nothing.

'It was easy,' she said, and then hesitated.

She continued. She told me how as soon as I had 
departed with Jayne that she had locked the door to the 
house and gone into John's room. He was clearly waiting 
for her. He was propped up in bed, naked and with the 
start on an erection. He was surprised, and soon 
delighted, when she stepped out of her clothes, seeing 
her naked for the first time. 

She had told him to lay still and took his penis, first 
in her hand and then in her mouth. She had been more 
cautious that before as she didn't want him to cum. He 
had lain back with his eyes closed but opened them 
sharply when, shortly after she took him from her 
mouth, he felt her climb onto the bed.

She told him that it was alright and not to worry. 
Derrick knew about it and had agreed (a stretching of 
the facts but it didn't matter right now). She had then 
lowered herself onto him. It was easy she said, she was 
soaking wet and he wasn't fully hard. She described 
that as she moved he grew inside her until she felt 
stretched, and still he seemed to grow. 

At one point, she looked down at herself as she drew 
away from him and was surprised at the size of the 
penis withdrawing from her. She also said how erotic it 
was to watch as she lowered herself onto him and see 
and feel him part her inside as she did so.

As she described this to be I could see her eyes mist 
over as she was lost in her reverie. At the same time I 
was getting harder. As she continued, I parted my 
bathrobe and started to stroke myself. She half-sensed, 
half-saw what I was doing and moved her hand below the 
water, parting her legs slightly and then began to 
touch herself.

As we both stimulated ourselves, she continued to tell 
me how John was so still and quiet, his fists clenched, 
almost as if he was concentrating, perhaps to keep his 
erection or not to cum whilst she moved up and down on 
his shaft, stopping when she thought he might cum. 
After a while, so as not to tire him, she increased her 
movement and felt him grow a little more and she knew 
then that he was going to cum. When he did, she felt 
him swell up inside her and a great flood of warmth. 
John's contraction made him sit up and he clung to her 
as the spasms racked his frail body.

As this point of the telling we both came. Liz's 
thrashing around in the water caused some to spill over 
onto the floor and I squeezed my thighs together so 
that I came over the front of my legs. It was lovely 
watching her cum of her own volition whilst I enjoyed 
the warm feeling of my cum running over my legs.

I cleaned myself up and asked Liz how she had left John 
and was he alright about things.

She said that she had dressed and than bathed John by 
placing a towel under his hips whilst she'd sponged his 
penis and thighs. She had made sure that he was 
comfortable before she made to wait at the front of the 
house for me to arrive back from taking Jayne home 
after college. Before she had left, John had taken her 
hand and thanked her. Liz said that she had been moved 
by his genuine gratitude and had kissed him fully on 
the mouth before leaving.

We spent the day in each others company, going for a 
long walk, lunch in a small country pub, some later 
time in the garden and then Liz set supper in the 
summerhouse whilst I barbequed steaks for us both. For 
a lot of this time we were content with our long 
silences, each with our own thoughts. We finished 
supper, and a bottle of wine as the sun went down. I 
stacked the dishes and we had an early night. We lay 
holding each other as we drifted off to sleep.

Over the next couple of weeks or so, I saw John a 
couple of times, one of which Jayne was there. We 
caught each others eye but said very little. John never 
made mention his evening with Liz. Jayne was perturbed 
that John was getting more adventurous and had even 
coaxed her in to letting him go upstairs if she would 
go with him. He missed his double bed he'd said and 
wanted to move back into his own bedroom. Quite where 
he had suddenly got the idea from she couldn't imagine 
she said, looking at me. I just shook my head and 
shrugged. Feminine intuition is a spooky thing.

The last of the summer was fading and Jayne asked if we 
could check on John for one last time as she and Tony 
wanted to stay at their cottage for one last time. I 
fleetingly wondered if the 'troubles' she had mention 
in my car when I took her home had anything to do with 
the pair of them. Perhaps her 'troubles' had triggered 
her liaison with me. She said that John was now fine on 
his own in the bottom floor of the house she asked if 
we would just 'phone him in the early evening to make 
sure he was alright. He was still hankering about 
moving upstairs and she was fast running out of reasons 
for why he shouldn't. I said we would both call in and 
see him for a social evening and then make sure he was 
settled for the night.

I asked Liz how we should approach this. She said that 
she would like to see John again and a social evening 
would be fine and that she would make sure John was 
settled afterwards.

Liz prepared an evening picnic complete with wine and 
we set off in fine spirits. As we approached the road 
leading to John's house, we found the road blocked with 
a sign telling of road works and directing motorists to 
the road running parallel to it in order to access the 
properties from the back. I parked in the road and we 
entered the rear garden. I went around the narrow path 
to the front of the house and used the intercom to tell 
John that we were here. 

He remotely unlocked the door. I explained about the 
closed road and we locked the door again and went 
through to unlock the large sliding doors to the rear 
garden where Liz was waiting. John was clearly 
delighted to see her.

We spent a warm evening much as we had many weeks 
before. The food was good and we had a very convivial 
evening. John paid particular attention to Liz and we 
all had a little too much to drink. Being later in the 
year, the light faded earlier and the day had lost some 
of the warmth by the time we were ready to go inside. 

John was now quite as agile as he was probably ever 
going to be and still mentioning about moving into his 
room upstairs. Liz and I both knew what was in John's 
mind regarding moving upstairs to his double bed but we 
hadn't spoken our thoughts aloud as we both knew that 
this situation would soon draw to a natural close.

John and Liz went inside while I cleared up all the 
dishes and put away the garden furniture. I had an idea 
forming in my mind as I did so. I went into the house; 
John was sat down gazing at Liz as she put the food 
away. My idea became a reality.

'I'll take all this stuff back home and clean it up and 
then come back to pick Liz up in a couple of hours to 
give Liz time to get you settled. How does that sound?'

The silence that followed was short but significant; 
Liz recovered quickly.

'That's a good idea,' she said brightly.

I looked at John. He nodded and said it would be fine. 
I said I'd go around the front when I got back and that 
I'd drop the latch on the sliding doors on my way out.

Leaving them in the kitchen, I walked through the 
garden room switching off the lights as I went, slid 
open the doors and closed them firmly (and loudly) 
behind me. They would have heard that.

I didn't drop the latch.

I drove home, stacked the dishwasher, changed into 
darker clothing and soft shoes and drove back. I'd been 
away less than an hour.

I parked some way from the house and walked as silently 
as I could to the rear garden gate. I hadn't noticed 
how it squeaked before but I wasn't too bothered as 
John's room was at the front of the house. I closed it 
behind me and headed for the garden room doors. On 
reaching them, I gently pulled on the handle; the door 
didn't move.

I paused, thinking what to do next. I couldn't stay out 
here for long as I'd look suspicious to any chance 
passer-by. I tried the door again, firmer this time. It 
slid open; I'd underestimated how hard I'd pulled it in 
the past, when there was no need for silence. I stepped 
inside and closed the door behind me. I waited for my 
eyes to accustom to the darkness of the house. After a 
minute or so I could make out the objects in the room 
and a dim light coming from the hallway area. I moved 
towards it.

The hall itself wasn't lit, the light was spilling into 
it from the half-open door of John's room. I waited a 
few seconds to calm myself; I'd been holding my breath 
and needed to breathe normally. My heart rate lowered 
and I moved into the hall.

The room was lit by a low lamp hidden somewhere behind 
the half-open door. John was lying at an angle across 
his bed, his feet towards me, his head hidden from view 
by my wife sitting astride him. The sight of John's 
balls hard up against Liz's arse caused me to open my 
mouth wide so that I could take in greats gasps of air 
silently; my heart was racing again either because of 
the shock or because I'd been holding my breath again.

As I watched, Liz leaned forward, offering her breast 
to his mouth. He went to raise his head but couldn't 
reach. She leaned nearer to him. In doing so it caused 
her lift off him. I watched as his penis withdrew from 
her and then, almost in slow motion, it fell from her 
completely, coming to rest at an angle.

I haven't seen many erect cocks, but by any measure, 
John's was clearly large. I watched, mesmerised, as it 
hung there, glistening from its copious coating of my 
wife's love juices. She had referred to his 'huge 
prick' when she'd returned from her blow job and we'd 
fucked in the summer house. Then, she had referred to 
mine as small; now I could see why.

In turn, she offered one breast to his lips and then 
the other. Then she did something I hadn't even thought 
about; she lowered her head and kissed him on the lips, 
holding it for half a minute or so before breaking it 
for a few seconds and then kissed him again. There was 
something about it which disturbed me, why I didn't 
know.

Lifting away from him she sat up and moved herself over 
his leaning cock. I waited for her to reach behind to 
guide it into her. Instead, using her skill as a lover, 
she manoeuvred herself and took him back inside her 
without using her hand. She took it until the head was 
just inside her, paused, and then sensuously and slowly 
lowered herself until he was buried deep inside her. 
She held him there for a while and then started to lift 
herself off and back onto him is long slow movements.

It was an erotic sight; as she lifted off his huge 
cock, I could see rivulets of her love juices running 
down it and over his balls. I could even here the 
sucking noise as she lifted off him. After a few 
minutes, not long, I noticed a change in her movements, 
she was getting hesitant. Then she lowered herself 
until John was fully inside her; she paused and I saw 
her shoulders drop slightly, giving an almost inaudible 
gasp.

She gave another gasp and her whole body appeared to go 
limp; as she made an effort to remain upright she gave 
a long and low moan and her body began to shake. She 
was cumming; not as I had ever known it, it was coming 
from a place deep within her where I had never known it 
before.

As she shook, the low moan continued, still barely 
audible. I was transfixed watching my wife become all-
consumed by an overwhelming orgasm. Her movements must 
have transmitted themselves to John as I heard him gasp 
and his hips jerked under my wife. As I looked, I could 
see a muscle at the root of his cock pulsate as he 
started to cum. 

Initially, he appeared to cum very hard as he twice 
jerked to a half-sitting position, at the third, Liz 
found some strength in her arms and held him to her 
breasts. They stayed clinging together, each in their 
own world of pleasure. As they quieted, Liz released 
John and he fell back onto the bed. She regained her 
breath after a short while and sat there looking down 
upon him.

John's hand came up and he touched her breast and then 
he lifted himself slightly, moving his hand to her back 
and pulled her weakly towards him. She bent and kissed 
him again. The movement caused his softening prick to 
fall out of her with a soft sucking sound. 

As I watched it fall away, it was followed by a rush of 
cum from Liz's visibly open cunt. Then, another great 
gobbet appeared, hung there for a second or two, and 
fell slowly to join the pool around his cock and balls, 
leaving a thread of cum joining them together. The kiss 
lasted for some time. Eventually, Liz pulled away and 
looked down at his face.

'How did I make you do that?' I heard John ask; a note 
on incredulity in his voice.

Liz was silent for a moment.

'Probably because I'm falling in love with you a 
little,' she whispered.

In the silence that followed, I moved quietly away.

With my mind in turmoil, I negotiated the obstacles in 
the garden room and out through the door. In a daze, I 
exited the gate and made my way back to the car. 
Getting in it, I looked at my watch; I had at least a 
half hour before I could go back.

I started the car and headed for the nearby common 
land. There was nobody about. I got out of the car and 
walked a little way from it out of sight of the road. I 
sat down on a grass bank which looked down into the 
valley below. It was quiet out here and I sat thinking 
my thoughts whilst gazing down on the lit town far 
below me. All I could hear was the breeze disturbing 
the leaves on the trees.

I was unprepared by the thought of Liz falling for 
John; the other way about perhaps, but not this. In my 
mind I put it down to a mixture of misplaced pity or 
even genuine concern. As my mind wandered, the thoughts 
and sight of them together crowded in. It had been an 
erotic sight to be sure. 

I saw in my mind again the way his cock had slipped out 
of her and how skilfully she had manoeuvred herself to 
take it back inside her without using her hands. I saw 
the collapse of her body as she came. I saw the flood 
of John's cum escaping from her as he softened and slid 
from her. Even with all else that was seething in my 
mind; I realised that I had a sizable hard-on and felt 
the damp of precum in my pants. I stood and looked 
around; there was nobody about.

Leaning with my back against the tree, I took out my 
hard and wet cock. Sanding and gazing out across the 
valley, I started to masturbate. The thought of what I 
had seen soon took over and I came after a minute or 
so. It felt good standing there in the night and 
outside and I watched as my cum jetted from me. I 
settled and cleaned myself up with a tissue. I cast it 
aside and headed back to the car. It was time to face 
them.

Having again negotiated the small detour, I parked in 
the road at the rear of the house. When I went through 
the gate, I made a point of closing it noisily and also 
when walking around to the front of the house. The 
light was on in John's room and also the hallway. As I 
went to ring the bell, the remote lock sprang and I was 
able to push the door open. Stepping into the hall, I 
saw that the door to John's room was closed and the 
light on in the sitting room. I initially assumed that 
they were both in there but when I reached the door, 
Liz was in there alone. As I entered, she stood picked 
up her bag, clearly ready to leave.

'Is John settled for the night then?' I asked, 
indicating her bag and readiness to leave.

'Yes, he's fines,' she said in a non-committal way.

'Sure?' I asked.

'Yess' she said, with a slight annoyed edge to her 
voice.

'Okay,' I replied, and added, 'we can leave by the 
garden room.'

Liz turned and walked into the garden room with me 
following. She reached for the catch on the sliding 
door; she hesitated and turned to look at me.

'You didn't lock it on the way outs,' she said.

'I thought I had,' I said. 'Are you sure is was 
unlocked?'

'Yes,' she snapped, 'just make sure you do it properly 
this time.'

I dropped the latch and tried the door a couple of time 
to show her it was locked.

We walked to the car in silence. I chose not to start 
any conversation on the drive home in order to let her 
bring up the subject. I was hard again.

We drove home in silence; when I drew up outside our 
house I could understand why. Liz had fallen asleep. I 
shook her gently to wake her. She gave a start and 
looked uncomprehending for a couple of seconds.

'Oh, we're home already,' she said.

As soon as we entered the house, Liz said she wanted to 
take a bath.

'You don't need to on my accounts,' I said, with what I 
hoped was a suggestive look.

'I just want to,' she said calmly.

I had a quick shower and got into bed and waited with a 
mixture of anticipated lust and curiosity as to she 
would be this second time of having been with John. I 
wanted to make her cum like she had with him.

When Liz came to bed I made to move towards her.

'I hope you don't mind,' she said, and continued, 'but 
I'd rather not tonight.'

Whether I minded or not, I clearly didn't have a say in 
the matter. My waiting had come to nothing. I didn't 
answer, as No means No, however it is put. She kissed 
me lightly on the lips and then turned away onto her 
side. I don't think she faked it, but she was asleep 
within a couple of minutes.

I lay awake seemingly all night listening to her steady 
breathing and trying to order my thoughts. I failed 
miserably and fell asleep as the early summer dawn 
light filtered into the room. When I awoke in the 
morning, she wasn't in bed and I could hear her moving 
about downstairs.

I tried several times during the day to bring the 
conversation around to what had happened but Liz 
refused to be drawn on the subject and I didn't want to 
push things too far as I knew she would never mention 
it at all if I did. The only reference to the previous 
evening was when she asked me to look for her earring 
which she was sure she'd dropped in the car when she 
caught it putting on the seat belt. I gave the inside 
of the car a cursory look over, but didn't find it. Liz 
said that she would look later herself.

The 'phone rang in the evening; Liz answered it and 
then passed it over to me. It was Jayne. She said that 
John was now insistent that he could move back into his 
upstairs bedroom. He could manage the stairs and was 
clearly feeling much stronger. Jayne felt it was a good 
idea to let John have his way; that way he would stop 
going on about it and perhaps start his road to a full 
recovery. 

I agreed with her and asked if she needed a hand to 
remove the bed in his downstairs room. She said she 
didn't as Tony would be about as he was taking some 
time off work so that they could spend a few days 
together. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

Liz asked about the call but she'd figured the gist of 
it.

'Perhaps he wants you to stay for a night,' I ventured 
in an attempt to start the conversation I was hoping 
too.

She didn't answer.

We spent the weekend just being together. I read the 
signs and gave up trying to bring up her liaison with 
John. I was delighted when she suggested we go to bed 
during the Sunday afternoon. Once there, feminine 
intuition took over. She looked be fully in the eyes.

'Please, Derrick, can this be just about us? I don't 
want to mention anyone else.'

I couldn't do anything else but agree.

That afternoon, I was the most attentive lover. I took 
my time over foreplay, determined not to hurry 
anything. I spent gentle time on her breasts and she 
responded with such tenderness. However, when I thought 
that things were going well, I went to go down on her 
but she gently held my head and guided my lips back to 
her breasts. She didn't speak and I didn't react and I 
carried on as before. She allowed me to use my fingers 
and my hopes told me that she felt particularly 
slippery inside; but I know it was my fertile 
imagination. 

I unhurriedly entered her and moved gently (and 
silently) inside her. She was in a dreamy state and 
clearly enjoying making love. At one point, just to 
test my thoughts, I asked her to come on top of me, but 
she slowly shook her head and lifting her arms to 
encircle my neck. In truth, in all of this, all I 
wanted to do was to make her cum as she had when 
astride John. It wasn't to be however; not this time.

The 'phone call', when it came a few days later, took 
me by complete surprise and I was glad that Liz, who 
was visiting her mother, wasn't due back until the next 
day.

It was Tony. Jayne had tried to reach John on the 
'phone; but having tried a couple of times with no 
reply, they had driven up to John's house. They had 
found him at the bottom of the stairs. He was conscious 
when they arrived but died on the way to the hospital. 
Tony said that he would contact me when he knew of the 
arrangements, possibly tomorrow or the day after.

Liz 'phoned me not long afterwards but I chose not to 
tell her; it could wait until she got home.

I went into work early and arranged a meeting with all 
staff. They were clearly upset and some drifted away to 
be with their own memories. He was a popular man.

When Liz arrived home, I unloaded her car and said that 
I'd run a bath for her, something she always enjoyed 
after a long car journey. I'd left a glass of ice-cold 
champagne by the bath and she called down with delight 
when she found it. I finished unloading the car and 
slowly climbed the stairs and went into the bathroom. 
Liz was laying back in the bath, the suds around her 
breasts. She looked so lovely.

'What are we celebrating?' she asked, smiling as she 
did so.

I hesitated and her look changed to one of a silent 
question.

I took a deep breath which, to my surprise, quavered 
somewhat as an unexpected sadness hit me.

'John's life,' I whispered hoarsely, my eyes filling 
with tears, 'he died yesterday.'

Women are so much the stronger of the species. Liz 
didn't overtly react. She went silent and finished the 
last of her glass on champagne and held he empty glass 
towards me. I filled it and topped up mine.

'To John,' she said, and continued, 'to one of life's 
good men.'

We touched glasses and each took a sip.

She asked what had happened and I told her as much as I 
knew. Liz was outwardly calm but I could sense that she 
was affected but under control. We talked about the 
times that I had known with him as a colleague, a 
valued employee and latterly as a friend. She was so 
kind to me.

By silent agreement, we didn't mention what had gone 
before. Tony 'phoned and told me of the funeral 
arrangements and asked if Liz and I would be there. I 
told him that he'd be lucky to see us in the crowd; 
John was a popular man and all of his work colleagues 
intended to be there. We'd close the office for the 
day.

The funeral was a happy one if one can think such a 
thing. John's grandchildren read poems; Jayne spoke of 
her kind and loving father and one of his colleagues 
told a couple of amusing anecdotes with accurately 
described John as an outgoing and generous man. There 
were tears, smiles and laughter in equal measure.

Liz and I separated outside as she and I agreed that, 
when paying our respects, I should be with my staff. 
Liz went on ahead. There was a pause as Liz met Jayne. 
Mourners had filed by, shaking Jayne's hand and then 
moving on. Liz and Jayne met and then embraced. They 
stood with Jayne clasping Liz's hands and spoke for a 
few minutes. Jayne looked rather intense as she spoke 
and Liz watched her closely. They embraced again and 
Liz moved on.

John's colleagues paid their respects to Jayne, 
followed lastly by me. She held my hand warmly and 
thanked me for all that I and Liz had done for John. 
She gave me a hug and then looked me in the eye as we 
both silently acknowledged our one-off time together. I 
joined Liz in the car. She was staring ahead and said 
nothing, her eyes filled with tears. I didn't break 
into her reverie; I started the car and drove slowly 
home.

I stopped outside the house and switched off the 
engine. I looked across at Liz. She was staring 
straight ahead and clearly unaware that we had arrived 
home. I noticed that her right hand was closed in a 
tight grip. I reached across and touched the hand. She 
reacted with a start and then focused on me.

'Are you okay?' I asked.

She didn't answer; she just nodded.

I reached for her clasped hand and turned it upwards.

'What have you got there?'

Again she didn't answer; instead she opened her hand to 
reveal the lost earring lying in its palm.

'Where did you find it?' I asked somewhat bemused.

'I didn't; Jayne found it in John's bed.'

'She knows then,' I said, somewhat inadequately.

'She thanked me for making John happy,' she said, her 
voice breaking as she did so.

We sat silently in the car for quite some time. Tears 
streamed down Liz's face but she made no sound. 
Eventually, we moved into the house. Without any 
conscious decision, we went upstairs, undressed and got 
into bed. We held each other, each silent with our own 
thoughts. Eventually, we fell asleep, waking at the 
onset of dawn. We'd slept for nearly 12 hours.

We made silent love; fell asleep again and arose at 
nearly midday.

We still mention John from time to time but never in 
any intimate way. I have become the world's most 
considerate lover. Liz occasionally bestrides me and we 
make genuine love to each other, but I have yet to make 
her cum as she did with John. I fear I never will.

END

The author would be pleased to receive constructive 
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