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A Welcome Return
by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

An adult man returns to long suppressed feelings 
following a chance encounter. (MM, bi, oral, anal)

***

Author Notes: The author would be pleased to receive 
constructive feedback and also if you liked the story.

I apologise in advance for any undiscovered typos but 
please do say if there are repetitive grammatical errors 
which you have found particularly annoying and which I 
appreciate can drive one to distraction.

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I caught sight of him from some distance away. He was 
about half a mile distant and slightly ahead of us but 
on a converging path. As we approached the brow of the 
hill and the car park came into view, I saw that he was 
heading for what I assumed to be his car in that it was 
the only one there. As my wife and I reached the brow, 
he was removing his walking gear; we exchanged 
pleasantries and walked on. The village we were heading 
for was about five miles distant and visible through the 
heat haze. It was a great day to be walking in Wales.

We moved into the side of the road as a car slowed 
behind; as it pulled out to pass, it stopped beside us.

'Would you two like a lift?'

I hesitated for about half a second.

'Yes please,' I replied for us both. The cold beer I'd 
promised myself had just got an hour nearer.

I sat in the front seat as my wife clambered into the 
back. She thanked him and when we were settled, he set 
off down the hill. I introduced my wife and myself and 
in turn he introduced himself as Peter.

We politely chatted about our respective walks as we 
wended our way down the winding road. He was noticeably 
younger than me, by about 15 years I estimated, making 
him around 40 and very quietly spoken, almost diffident. 
I asked him if he had finished walking for the day and 
he replied that he felt he had done enough that day 'to 
appease the walkers' gods' a term of phrase I felt 
marked him out in some way. He asked where we had 
walked. We told him and he asked if we'd found the track 
on which we had seen him. I said we hadn't and he 
described where it went. As it was new to us, we showed 
a genuine interest. The path's other attraction he said 
was that it passed a remote pub. I said I'd go and try 
the path and the pub the next day on my own as my wife 
had declared that she intended to spend the whole day 
watching the royal wedding; I in turn had declared that 
I would spend the whole day out walking in the hills.

As we approached the village, my wife asked him to stop 
at the head of a small track that so that we could walk 
the short distance to the cottage we had rented for the 
week. As my wife was getting out of the car, I turned to 
Peter, shook his hand and thanked him for the lift.

'Call me Pete,' he responded, 'and I hope you enjoy your 
walk tomorrow.

He surprised me my keeping hold of my hand for a couple 
of seconds longer than necessary whilst also holding my 
gaze for the same time.

I said that I would enjoy the walk and a midday beer at 
the pub. I was silent as my wife as I followed the track 
to the cottage, thinking about my farewell to Pete. Had 
I imagined the prolonged hand holding, the look? Was I 
reading too much into it?

As the long buried thoughts intruded into my 
consciousness, my wife's voice cut through my reverie.

'Hello?'

I looked at her quizzically.

'I asked if you like to call in the butchers and pick up 
a couple of steaks to barbeque this evening?'

'Sorry, I was miles away. Yes, let's do that.' I 
replied.

The next day dawned with the promise of yet another fine 
day. I aimed to start my walk at around 0800 to arrive 
at the pub by noon. My wife was already settling in to 
watch the royal wedding (along with several million 
others across the country) and barely noticed my 
departure.

On my walk, my thoughts ranged far and wide but kept 
returning to yesterday's short ride home and the two 
seconds too long hand and eye contact. I allowed my 
thoughts to return to other times but not for long as I 
was determined they remained deeply buried. The views 
were spectacular, behind me the sea all the way to 
Ireland, before me the hills of Wales. I followed the 
new path and immersed myself in the unfamiliarity of it. 
Eventually I entered a tree lined avenue and glimpsed 
the roof of a building ahead; by my reckoning it was the 
promised pub. As I approached the open door I was aware 
of a rough garden to my right so I turned to enter it to 
drop off my rucksack on a table where I'd sit with a 
welcome beer. As I dropped the rucksack I was conscious 
of my shirt sticking to my chest and back with sweat.

'How's that for timing?'

I turned, startled. It was Pete. He was sitting at a 
table with a half-finished beer before him. There was 
also a full pint glass on the tab with condensation 
forming on the outside.

He filled the silence.

'I saw you enter the top of the track so this has just 
been pulled.' 

'Perfect.' I said after the shortest hesitation of 
surprise. I wondered if he'd noticed the quavering in my 
voice.

I sat down opposite him and reached for the welcome 
beer. There was silence while I took a welcome couple of 
swigs and also while my heart rate slowed. He smiled at 
me when I put the glass down.

'Surprised to see me here?' he asked mischievously, 
smiling as he did so.

'Yes, obviously,' I paused, 'and very pleased that you 
are. How did you get here?'

'I knew you were headed here so I drove up to join you 
for a beer. Are you sure you don't mind?' I caught a 
hint of doubt in his voice.

'No, not at all.'

We both went quiet for a while and relaxed a little. We 
made small talk about being a good day for walking, how 
quiet it was in this garden, the wildlife we'd seen and 
generally got easier with each other. We finished our 
drinks and I suggested another. He readily agreed.

As I rose, I asked if he'd like any lunch. He smiled and 
said that I'd be lucky to drag the landlady away from 
the television (the royal wedding) let alone get her to 
do a lunch. He hesitated then took a long and audible 
breath.

'Would you like to come back to my place for lunch?' He 
said in a rush and with a noticeable nervousness in his 
voice. Then, as if having made up his mind and to build 
on the courage he'd found.

'We could have another beer there if you'd rather.' As 
he spoke, his voice dropped to a whisper, casting his 
gaze downward as he did so.

I sat back down again and waited in the silence for him 
to look up again. When he did, I looked him directly in 
the eye. Warily and from a previous experience many 
years ago where I misread (been led on by?) the 
messages, I softly gripped his forearm.

'I'd like that very much Pete.' I said softly.

He breathed out heavily and his whole being relaxed.

'Phew!' he gasped, 'I'm glad about that; I would very 
much like it too.'

He drove to his cottage which was a little way out of 
the village where my wife and I were staying. My four 
hour walk across hills and tracks was reduced to a 20 
minute car journey on a small and deserted country road.

The cottage was quite isolated and small. I pulled off 
my walking shoes before entering. Inside it was simply 
furnished and had the air of a man living alone.

'I live on my own here, and have for many years.' He 
said as if following my train of thought.

I nodded but said nothing.

'How about that beer I promised?' He asked. He paused 
and then as if making some inward decision, added, 
'Would you like to freshen up? The shower room is 
through there if you would.'

Again, his voice had a querulous edge to it. I turned to 
where he indicated and said if it wasn't too much 
trouble I'd be glad to. My shirt still clung to me and I 
was hot now with nervousness. Indeed, I realised that we 
both were. Somehow this needed to be more into the open. 
I turned to where he'd indicated.

'Just a second!' he called as I walked into the shower 
room. 'You'll need a towel, I'll get one for you.'

The shower room was more of a wet-room and surprisingly 
large with a huge single shower head fixed to the 
ceiling and a smaller hand held shower head on the end 
of a long flexible hose clipped to the wall. Resolving 
to take the initiative I pulled off my shirt and dropped 
and stepped out of my shorts. Wearing only my briefs I 
turned and faced to door. I was conscious also that my 
penis was noticeably enlarged but not erect. It felt 
good. Pete entered the room already holding the towel 
towards me. He stopped dead in his tracks. He 
involuntarily looked me up and down, and then glanced at 
my crotch. He stood there in silence, still half 
offering me the towel, still looking at me.

Holding his gaze, I slowly pushed down my briefs. When 
my hardening penis sprung free, I let the briefs fall to 
the floor and stepped out of them. I waited, saying 
nothing. He looked at me almost pleadingly but said 
nothing. I could clearly hear him breathing quickly and 
quite heavily. The hand holding the towel was shaking. I 
reached for it and he wordlessly handed it to me. I 
turned away and hung it on the nearby hook and then 
turned back to look at him.

'Come in with me Peter.' I said softly and not waiting 
to gauge his reaction, turned away and pulled the shower 
lever.

The cold water hit me with surprising force and I 
gasped; it quickly warmed and I turned to see if he was 
still standing where I'd left him. He was a foot or so 
away from me and naked. He was about six inches shorter 
than me and slightly built compared to my broader and 
heaver build - and sporting a respectable erection.

I waited and he came closer. When he was within easy 
reach, I pulled him closer to me and into a kiss.

As his mouth opened my penis grew rigid almost instantly 
and I felt his stir against me as I passionately kissed 
him. I gripped him tightly to me and he responded by 
relaxing and returning my kiss with enthusiasm. We broke 
apart and he half pulled away from me.

He rubbed his hands across my broad chest. 'I knew you'd 
have a fit body.' He said. He paused. 'It's been a long 
time David,' his voice barely audible above the noise of 
the rushing water.

'It has for me too Peter.' I replied and lowered my head 
to kiss him again. As we kissed, I decided that I would 
take the lead. I eased him away from me.

'Stay still; I'll wash you.'

I reached for the liquid soap dispenser. He stood there 
in silence as I soaped his neck and shoulders and then 
his upper chest and arms. I took my time, enjoying the 
feel of his skin as my hand slid across it. All the 
while he stood there quietly. When I reached for the 
shower head on the wall to rinse him he smiled at me. I 
took another handful of soap and started washing him 
again starting at his waist and moving over his hips and 
flat tummy. I skimmed across his pubic hair and down his 
leg, up again and across his pubic hair and down the 
other leg and back up again. I paused slightly and 
cupped his balls in my hand. I heard his intake of 
breath even above the noise of the water.

I gently massaged his balls with my soapy hand and then 
slid it along his erect penis. It is a wonderful feeling 
for both parties I know and it felt good to run my hand 
along a hard cock. He clearly enjoyed it too. I milked a 
large drop of crystal clear precum and spread it over 
the head with my finger. I let go of it and it dropped 
slightly under its own weight and settled, jutting out 
horizontally. I became aware then of my own erection 
which was harder and bigger than it had been for a long 
time; it was so hard as to be almost painful and I could 
feel its weight pulling at its root.

I washed his legs and then stood and reached for the 
shower head on the wall and rinsed him again.

'Stay still.' I said, and walked behind him.

I reached for the soap and started to cleanse his neck, 
shoulders and back, stopping in line with his hips. I 
applied more soap and gently massaged the cheeks of his 
small, firm arse. I felt him slightly press against my 
hands but ignored the hint and continued down one leg, 
back up, across his arse and then down and back up his 
other leg. I stopped there and rinsed him once more. 
Pausing for a short while, I reached again for the soap.

Standing closer so that my erect penis brushed against 
him, I firmly massaged the cheeks of his arse again and 
this time let my hand slide down the cleft of it, 
pausing to rest the tip of my fingers against his 
opening before sliding on down to cup his balls in the 
palm of my hand. He moved his hand to touch my penis. I 
let his hand stay there for a couple of seconds before 
sliding my hand up and down his cleft a couple of times 
before pulling away and rinsing him for a final time.

I moved around to face him, paused for a second or two 
and kissed him; it was a lover's kiss and he returned it 
gently. I knelt slowly, pausing to kiss and suck his 
nipples before settling onto the floor. His penis was 
and inch or two away. I waited; he was still for a while 
and then, almost imperceptibly, pushed towards me. I 
gratefully took his penis in my mouth.

I heard his gasp before my senses were overwhelmed with 
the taste of his precum and wonderful feeling of a hard, 
warm and slippery penis sliding between my lips to fill 
my mouth. I reached up and held his hips as I moved back 
and forth on him, savouring the taste and the sensation. 
He moved in the same rhythm as me and I stopped as he 
moved to and fro in my mouth. I pulled off him slightly, 
took hold of his penis and proceeded to give what can 
only be crudely described as a blow-job using my mouth 
and hand, using the practiced technique perfected by my 
wife over the years. It was wonderful feeling and one 
I'd missed for a very long time.

After a couple of minutes, I stopped and stood up. He 
looked quizzically at me as I reached around him and 
pulled some soap into the palm of my hand. I knelt down 
and took him into my mouth again. As he moved back and 
forth, I reached between his legs and pushed my hand 
into the cleft of his arse. He sensed what I was going 
to do as he settled his weight on my slippery finger as 
I probed his opening: I slid my finger inside him. I 
moved him in and out of my mouth, sliding my finger in 
and out of him in the same rhythm.

He suddenly gasped and pulled away from me, holding my 
head surprising firmness. I waited and when his grip 
relaxed, I pulled my finger from him and stood up, and 
held him to me. Being some six inched taller than him, 
his head rested on my shoulder.

'Sorry,' he murmured, 'I nearly came.'

In response, I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed 
lightly downward. He needed no further hint. He slid 
slowly to his knees and without any hesitation, took my 
swollen penis into his mouth.

How I didn't cum immediately I'll never know. The 
sensation was dizzying as the warmth of his mouth 
encircled my cock. He must have sensed something as he 
stayed still; as the urge to cum faded, I moved out and 
back into his mouth. He needed no further guidance as 
slowly and gently he skilfully used his mouth upon me, 
stopping occasionally when I half pulled away, 
frightened that I might cum. I didn't want to yet, not 
here, but later. Finally, I pulled away from him. He 
stood and looked me in the eye.

'Will you come to bed with me David?'

I nodded assent. He reached and turned off the shower. 
The sudden silence was strange. He turned and retrieved 
the towel from where I'd hung it and returned lightly 
rubbing it over him before handing it to me. I did much 
the same as suddenly, there was a sense of urgency in 
the air. He reached towards me and took hold of my 
erection and slightly pulled at me. I dropped the towel 
on the wet floor; he let go of me, turned, and walked 
away. I followed him as he ascended the stairs, looking 
at his pert arse swaying as he climbed them. He walked 
to the end of the short corridor and into a surprisingly 
large room. It was brightly lit with daylight and with 
an uninterrupted view down the valley beyond to the sea. 
He stood by the double bed and held my gaze as he sat 
and then lay down on his back across it. I noticed that 
there were still droplets of water on his chest and 
legs. I looked at him for a few seconds; he was so 
inviting, laying there looking at me, his penis erect 
and his legs slightly apart. I moved to join him.

As I lowered myself onto the bed, he opened his arms. I 
entered his embrace and lay initially half on him and 
then fully onto him as his arms tightened about me as we 
kissed. All restraint fell away as we kissed, fondled, 
pressed, squeezed, sucked and all else that two lovers 
do in unbridled fervour. The feeling of him beneath me, 
his penis pressing against me and mine on him was all 
consuming. How long we were like this I cannot recall; I 
doubt it was for long but it felt an age. Eventually, 
and if my some silent signal we pulled apart and came up 
for air. We lay there for a while just looking at each 
other and gently stroking each other's erection. He 
looked directly at me, hesitated, and then got up from 
the bed. He went across to a small cabinet, opened and 
then closed a draw and returned to the bed carrying a 
small tube.

'Look at this,' he said, 'a sad reflection of my life; 
an unopened and out of date tube of lubricating jelly.' 
Smiling as he said it.

'I can't do anything about the date, but I can about 
opening it.' I replied.

I took it from him, twisted open the cap and then 
reversed it to puncture the seal with the pointed end. 
The clear jelly leaked a little. I rubbed a small amount 
between my fingers.

'It's perfect,' I said.

We sat looking at each other.

'Lay down Peter.' He hesitated. 'On your back'.

He hestitated.

'I love being told what to do.' He paused, 'I admitted 
to myself a long time ago that I like to be submissive 
but it's never happened. Now I hope it will.'

He sat, looking at me.

I placed my hand in the centre of his chest and gently 
pushed him onto his back. He lay there looking 
expectantly at me; his penis standing vertically. I 
picked up the tube and handed it to him.

'Make my prick slippery for you.' I half demanded.

I noticed his hand shook slightly as he reached for the 
tube and again as he squeezed some of the jelly into the 
palm of his hand. I leaned back a little to bring my 
penis free. He reached over and started to spread the 
jelly around and along it. It felt very good indeed and 
I revelled a little in the luxury of being stroked by 
another man. I took his hand away.

'And now you Peter; make yourself slippery for me.'

He took a little more jelly on his finger tips, lifted 
himself slightly and reached down. I heard the wet noise 
as he applied it to himself. I took the tube from him.

I knelt between his parted legs and then holding them 
both behind the knees, pushed his leg up against his 
chest. As I moved on top of him, he lifted his legs 
higher and onto my shoulders, gripping me behind my neck 
as he crossed his ankles. He'd clearly been here before. 
I took my weight on my hands and pushed myself up 
slightly. He instinctively tightened his grip across my 
back so that he rose with me, bringing his arse clear of 
the bed. I pressed forward and slid my cock between the 
slippery cheeks of his arse. I stopped, pressed against 
him.

'Help me find you, Pete'

He reached down and held by cock as he positioned 
himself and I felt him press against me, holding the 
head of my cock against his opening. He removed his 
hand.

I pressed slightly and felt the tip of my cock enter 
him. I stopped, withdrew just a little, and then moved 
in again. I pressed against him again and moved a little 
further in. I did this a couple of times until I was 
about a third of the length of my cock into him. At this 
point, my cock is quite thick; my wife has remarked upon 
it when we are having sex as this is the point where 
sometimes tells me how lovely and thick my cock is and 
how she enjoys it. However, in the past it had been an 
impediment when I am unable to enter a willing arse any 
further. I pressed a little harder and then stopped. I 
bent down and kissed him. It was a slow and unhurried 
kiss and we spent a couple of minutes in silent 
pleasure. As we kissed, he relaxed slightly and I felt 
myself enter him a little further. We kissed again and, 
as he again relaxed, I slid fully into him. I heard his 
sharp intake of breath even above my own gasp.

We lay still for a while, not speaking.

'This feels so good David.' He whispered. 'It has been 
such a long time I'd given up hope.'

'I had too.' I said, and started to move.

The thing I remember so clearly is looking down at Pete 
as I moved in and out of him. Firstly, his face with a 
half-smile and his eyes mistily looking back at me, and 
secondly, as I looked down at my penis siding in and out 
of him, his hard cock gyrating in time with the rhythm 
of my strokes. I stopped a couple of times to replenish 
the jelly during which time neither of us spoke. 
Occasionally we would kiss, but largely we silently 
enjoyed each other. I stopped for one last time and 
coated by cock with the jelly. I couldn't last much 
longer and didn't really want to. I re-entered him, 
paused, and then moved more forcefully in and out of 
him.

He must have sensed my intention as he vigorously 
matched my strokes by pushing against me as I entered 
him. I moved quicker, deeper and more aggressively as I 
approached the end and he responded enthusiastically as 
I drove into him. I couldn't hold off any longer. With a 
last thrust that made him shout, I came.

It was almost painful and seemed to last for ages. Peter 
clung to me as I pressed harder into him as the spasms 
ran through me. I was conscious of my cum ejecting from 
me, feeling it leave my penis and into his welcoming 
arse.

Eventually my spasms subsided and we lay together still 
joined until his arse muscles ejected my softening cock. 
He gasped as I fell out of him and hugged me. He relaxed 
his legs and I moved to lie beside him. We held each 
other for a while and then talked in low tone about 
ourselves.

A long time ago he'd had a bad experience. Peter had 
been a lecturer in a college and had struck up a 
clandestine relationship with male student who was about 
19 at the time and who had subsequently tried to 
blackmail him by threatening to report him to the 
college. Peter had left the college, so the threat came 
to nothing but he vowed never to get tempted again, 
until now. I had been goaded into making a move which 
promptly turned to a threat to tell my wife. He had 
underestimated my reaction however, and backed off as I 
angrily moved in to dissuade him and he backed away 
clearly frightened. However, it stopped me ever getting 
drawn into anything again and I'd long since buried my 
desires in that direction. Both of us had made much the 
same decision and until now, had kept to it.

In the quiet that followed, I went down the bed and took 
his half-hard penis into my mouth and brought him to a 
hard state in less than a minute. I reached for the 
jelly and ran a generous amount over the length of his 
penis. I reached behind me and spread some around my 
opening. All this was done in silence. I put the cap on 
the tube and rolled over onto my front, my legs apart in 
a silent invitation.

I heard him move and then felt his arms beside me on the 
bed followed by the weight of him as firstly his cock 
touched my arse and then his torso onto my back. He 
kissed the back of my neck as he searched for my 
opening. He moved his hand and I felt him guide his cock 
between the cheeks of my arse and then against my 
opening. He took his hand away and pressed lightly 
against me. I reached behind me with both arms, gripped 
his arse and pulled him roughly against me at the same 
time as I pushed back. He slid into me in one movement. 
After so many years, it felt exquisite.

He paused and then moved in and out of me.

I pushed against his thrusts in eagerness, feeling the 
secret pleasure of a hard cock fully penetrating me 
again. Peter was tender in his movements as I had 
expected from such a gentle man; the sensations were no 
less pleasurable though. Later, I lay there passively as 
he moved in and out of me. I don't know for how long we 
were joined as I was lost in the intimacy of it; I was 
aware however when his strokes became shorter and a 
little quicker.

'When you cum Peter, I want you to ram your cock into me 
right up to its root. Tell me you will.'

'Yes David I will.' He gasped. And then he did exactly 
as I'd told him.

He gave a strangled gasp and I felt his cock lunge into 
me. He wasn't a large man but the feeling of him fully 
inside me was wonderful and was made even better as I 
felt the warm flood as his cum spurted into me. I angled 
my arse slightly so I could feel the pulses of his cock 
with each spasm. He quietened after a while and then 
laid his full, but slight weight upon me. We stayed like 
that for a minute or so.

'Let me turn over Peter.'

He moved and I rolled onto my back and then reached and 
pulled him back on top of me. We lay for a little while 
not speaking. I think he half fell asleep as his 
breathing was shallow but he jerked slightly and then 
raised his head to look at me and then he kissed me ever 
so softly, his tongue flicking across my lips, flirting 
with my half-opened lips and then gently and sensuously 
into my mouth. It was such a loving kiss that I held it; 
when I felt him go to pull away I held his head to 
prolong the contact. I felt my penis stir and he must 
have too as he lifted his head.

'Have we got the time David.' He said, smiling at me.

'I don't think so Peter,' I said ruefully. 'I should 
really think about getting back.'

He nodded.

'Let me wash you before you go.' He said, moving off me.

We returned to the shower and I stood still as he washed 
me much the same as I had washed him earlier. When he 
returned to stand in front of me, he hesitated and then 
slowly knelt before me. I closed my eyes as I felt first 
his warm breath on my half-hard penis and then the 
warmth of his mouth around it. He reached between my 
legs, found my opening and pushed a finger easily into 
me, lubricated as it was by the remains of his cum 
inside me. Moving his finger in time with the movement 
of his mouth upon my hardening cock he took me to a full 
erection. The two movements together touched some 
unexplored part of me and I felt any control slipping 
away. Peter must have sensed it also as I felt his other 
hand on my arse pulling me towards him as he continued 
to suck and move his finger inside me.

I came almost explosively. I felt a stream of cum leave 
me and heard Pete groan as I filled his mouth. I 
momentarily felt as if my legs would give way, but they 
didn't and I continued to empty into his mouth. As the 
spasms died away, he kept sucking me until I started to 
become soft again. I pulled him upright and kissed him, 
tasting the traces of my cum on his lips. His mouth was 
empty.

'I needed that.' He said with a smile.

'That's a first for me.' I said somewhat inadequately.

We stood there in a loose embrace for a while and I 
pulled away slightly.

'I know,' he said quietly, 'you have to go.'

I nodded and reached for the towel.

'I'll take you to the village David. No argument now.' 
He paused. 'Golly, now who's being forceful?' He smiled 
at me.

I dried off and collected my clothes as he did the same.

We left the cottage and got into his car. We wended our 
way to the village and I directed him to our cottage. As 
he pulled up outside my wife came out of the door. She 
did a double take and then realised who I was with.

'I met Peter at the pub and he offered me a lift. We 
called to look at his house on the way back.' I casually 
explained.

She smiled at him and then quite unexpectedly invited 
him to stay for dinner with us. He hesitated and she 
repeated the invitation; glancing quickly at me and when 
I nodded encouragement, he gracefully accepted.

My wife chatted about the wedding and we finished the 
champagne we'd bought for the occasion. I opened a 
decent bottle of white wine and we settled into a light 
meal of salad, cold fish and meats. Peter was charming 
and my wife was clearly taken with him, even to the 
point, encouraged by the champagne, of lightly flirting 
with him. Peter asked about the cottage and we told him 
that it was the first time we'd rented it despite having 
visited the area for many years. It was a pleasant 
evening despite coming about in somewhat bizarre 
circumstances.

My wife told Peter that as well as us both visiting, I 
sometimes brought my tent away for a few days to get 
away from the office. As casually as could be, Peter 
took this opportunity to say that I'd be most welcome to 
stay at his house if I was thinking of returning; at 
which point my wife said that I usually come down in 
early September when the area is quiet. Peter smiled and 
turned confidently to me and insisted that if I did, 
then I must stay with him if I'd care to. I pretended to 
ponder the offer for a couple of seconds and agreed that 
it would most acceptable and thanked him.

As Peter was preparing to leave, he and I exchanged 
addresses and 'phone numbers. Peter and I shook hands in 
farewell and my wife gave him a kiss goodbye.

'What a nice man.' She mused as we waved him goodbye.

Once back inside, my wife made the unmistakeable signs 
that some marital activity was expected. This wasn't 
unusual following champagne. I wondered if I would be 
able to, but I surprised myself, and my wife, with my 
enthusiasm and stamina as we made love across the bed as 
soon as we got upstairs. When we'd exhausted ourselves 
we lay back on the rumpled bed.

'You should take yourself off walking more often if that 
what it does for you.' She said smiling at me. 'That was 
bloody good.'

'You must take up Peter's kind offer to stay in 
September. It was very kind of him and he is a very 
pleasant guy. He seems a very gentle and shy man. I 
liked him.'

'I will. I said. 'I certainly will.'

To be continued?

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advance for any undiscovered typos but please do say if 
there are repetitive grammatical errors which you have 
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