1951 Gentlemen's Agreement?

"No, no, the egg and cress sandwiches are for table two.

"The cream tea is for table five," barked Rosemary Clifford. Even the nearby customers winced slightly.

"Oh, right," answered her husband, meekly.

Since they had taken over the 'Cobb View Tearoom', Howard Clifford had come to realise that his wife wasn't simply particularly; she was downright bossy.

When he had retired from the Civil Service at fifty, Rosemary, never Rose or Rosie, had told him that it had always been a dream of hers to own a tearooms on the Dorset Coast. Now, four years later, they lived and worked in Lyme Regis.

They only opened for light lunches and afternoon teas. There was absolutely no demand after about four o'clock when the day trippers all went home. At the time that they had bought the place, they were assured that there was B&B potential as well. This turned out to be a single room with a window that overlooked an alley.

Rosemary and Howard had been introduced by some mutual friends. Being both widowed this well meaning couple had felt that they would be ideal for each other. In truth, Howard had thought at the time that there was a smoldering sexuality lurking beneath her slightly fuller figure. He was wrong.

Rosemary was three years his junior and had lost her husband during the war. After all those years without it, Howard assumed that she would be up for anything. Wrong again.

Still, they both worked hard and with the aid of a local woman, who made the cakes and scones, and a young girl, who acted as a waitress at busy times, they made a reasonable living.

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As you know, Lyme Regis is known as the 'Pearl of Dorset', with a population of just over three thousand. Thanks to the Victorian railway station visitors often swell this number by four or five times.

Not only is the town picturesque but it was made famous in Jane Austen's 'Persuasion', added to this Lyme Regis is well known as the home of Mary Anning, the famous Victorian fossil collector.

Lyme Regis' only downside, as far as I am concerned, is that it has been situated a little too close to Devon. I suppose nowhere's absolutely perfect.

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"It's nearly four, as soon as those two ladies have finished chatting you can lock up. How they can make one pot of tea last an hour, I don't know," Rosemary instructed Howard.

"You can run along now, Myrtle," she added softly to her waitress. Rosemary knew that there was nothing to be gained from using anything but short gentle sentences with the girl, it only put her in a fluster otherwise.

"Thank you, m'am," Myrtle responded as she slipped her coat on over her black dress and white apron. As the girl was about to leave a smartly dressed young man held the door open for her. He nimbly stepped into the space vacated by the young woman.

Rosemary said, "We were about to close but if it's just tea you want we can accommodate you."

The handsome man removed his trilby, put down his small suitcase, smiled and said, "Well, I don't want tea but I would like to be accommodated, as it were."

"Sorry?" answered Rosemary, a little confused.

That smile again and he said, "I was told that you may have a room available. I am in the area on business for a month or so and everywhere I've tried has been full or can't put me up for that length of time."

"It's only a small room with no view and other than lunch we wouldn't be able to do meals; well maybe just some toast at breakfast."

"That would suit me down to the ground. I would be out all day seeing customes. I really just need a place to sleep."

Rosemary thought for a moment and said, "In that case, I don't see why not.

"Although you don't appear to have much luggage."

"Oh no, these are just my samples, I have another case in the car. I'm Peter Logan, by the way," said Peter Logan, with another broad smile.

"Rosemary Clifford and this is my husband Howard. Pleased to meet you," replied Mrs Clifford.

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True to his word, he left each day before the tearoom opened and arrived back some time after the couple had finished their evening meal. Peter seemed genuinely delighted when they invited him to listen to the radio in their sitting room with them. He explained that being on the road so much, he missed such pleasant normalities.

The three of them chatted freely about themselves. He even managed to act as if it was the first time that he'd heard it when, after he revealed that he 'travelled in lady's stockings', Howard said, "There's no law against it!"

"My employer, Kayser Bondor, had an exhibition at this year's 'Festival of Britain' but no amount of magazine illustrations can compare to actually getting a shop manageress to feel what you have to offer," explained Peter. Rosemary gave Howard a filthy look when he laughed.

The sales rep disappeared upstairs and returned with two pairs of nylons. "These are for you to try," he said as he handed them to Rosemary.

She removed one from its packet, and said, "Yes, I see what you mean. They are undoubtedly nylon but they rather feel like the finest silk. And such a natural shade of light tan. Thank you so much."

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Each night before they retired to bed the two men would sit in the courtyard garden and talk and smoke.

"I was just too young to serve in the war but I have done my National Service," explained the younger man.

Howard looked saddened as he said, "I feel quite guilty that my age and my work at the Ministry prevented me from being called up. But I was an Air Raid Warden during the London Blitz."

"No need for guilt, old chap. I'm sure you did your bit. You must have seen more than your fair share of death and destruction."

"Well, yes. Although the worst part of it was that I sent my wife off to live with relatives in Yorkshire, so she would be safe, only for her to catch pneumonia and die."

"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that. So Mrs Clifford is your second wife?"

"That's right, we married in forty-six."

"Still in the passions of wedded bliss, then?" smiled Peter.

"Not quite," answered Howard.

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With hindsight, running a tearoom so soon after the war may not have been the most sensible thing to do, so many of the staples, tea, cream, sugar, jam etc, were still rationed. Fortunately, some leeway was given for small businesses. Added to this, Howard still had a few contacts in the Ministry who steered things in his direction, if you know what I mean.

Particularly useful was a friend of a friend of a friend who ran a small dairy farm just across the border in Devon who produced the most delicious clotted cream.

Police Constable Goss would drop into the 'Cobb View Tearoom' most afternoons for a free cream tea. He was the very fortunate owner of a famous 'blind eye'.

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Howard and Peter sat together listening to the radio one evening.

"No Mrs Clifford tonight?" enquired the younger man, casually.

"Women's Institute.

"She goes every Tuesday."

"Ah!"

After a few minutes, Howard added, "Yes, I go to the British Legion on Thursday."

"Ah!"

"I usually find someone to play snooker with."

Suddenly Peter's attention was diverted from the music, "Oh, snooker. I used to play a bit, I wasn't half bad.

"Mind you it's been a while since then."

"Ah!" responded his senior, "Why don't you come along?"

"Do you think that I could, I'd love a frame."

"Yes, no trouble at all. I could sign you in as a guest," suggested Howard.

Silence resumed as they became re-engrossed in the music of Mantovani.

Eventually, Peter said, "If you don't mind me saying, you are a lucky man having such an attractive wife."

"Possibly, but beneath the surface she is rather cold," answered Howard.

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Since the Second World War membership of the Royal British Legion Social Clubs had rocketed, as you can imagine. Men wished to socialise with others who had shared their experiences. Normally these clubs were open to anyone who had served but there was no requirement to give a chap's name, rank and number.

Whenever anyone asked Howard if he had served at all, he would simply tap the side of his nose and say, "Still very 'hush hush' old man, I'm afraid." This gave him a sort of added kudos with the other members. They knew better than to ask further.

It was agreed that the first frame should be a sort of dummy, fouls not counted ect. This would make up for Peter's rustiness. Nevertheless, he only lost by a few points.

As they played the next few frames, the two men conversed.

"I was rather intrigued by you saying that Mrs Clifford was a bit cold, as it were. That is quite sad. A warm woman is such a joy," said Peter, as he potted a difficult red and then missed a somewhat easier black.

Howard went red, blue, red, before he said, "Yes, quite a contrast to my first wife.

"Oh!" said Peter, softly.

The game continued and Howard missed a pink.

"With respect Howard, it is my belief that any woman can be defrosted."

Howard huffed gently.

"I expect that you are very courteous to Mrs Clifford in that area."

"Of course, besides she is not a woman to be bulldozered," said the husband.

"No, no woman should be forced.

"But on the other hand they do like a man to take control," stated Peter as he made a long pot.

"You don't know Rosemary. Take control, how on earth do you take control?"

"Well it's a sort of masterful seduction."

Howard stood upright and rested himself on his cue, and said sternly "Well, I'd like to see you seduce my wife."

"That could be arranged."

"What! You think that you could seduce her?" snorted the older man.

"Yes, and I am sure that I could change her attitude to sex."

Howard laughed, "Now I really would like to see that."

"Then you shall old chap, you shall.

"Not the first time, obviously, but certainly the second."

Howard thought for a moment before saying, tentatively, "What exactly are you suggesting?"

"A gentlemen's agreement."

"Consisting of what?"

"We could agree that if I successfully seduce your wife you will then watch me do it on a second occasion.

"If on that occasion it is obvious that she is really enjoying it you must agree that I will continue to educate her, well you both really, in any way I like."

Howard spluttered, "Now hold on just a minu........."

"What do you have to lose? You don't believe that I can do it, do you?

"But, if on the other hand I do, you will have a warm, willing and well trained partner," explained Peter.

Howard was dumbstruck.

Then he said softly, "No force or threats will be employed?"

"None whatsoever."

"As you say, nothing to lose I suppose?"

"Then we have the gentleman's agreement?"

"Yes, I think that we probably do," agreed Howard, still not entirely sure why.

During the rest of the evening the standard of the snooker declined. Both men clearly had other things on their mind.

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The next morning as he was leaving, Rosemary was partially obstructing Peter's way to the kitchen door.

"Excuse my front," he said as he squeezed through the gap. As ladies do in this sort of situation Rosemary turned inwards with her back towards him.

Peter gently placed his hands on both of her hips as he slid by slowly. His trouser front travelled over each buttock in turn. She tensed every so slightly.

So the seduction had begun.

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It is strange how something so mundane as a great collection of rocks, whose sole purpose is to protect the small boats in a tiny harbour, can hold such romantic feelings for women of a particular kind. So it was with The Cobb.

Ever since Miss Austen had described Louisa Musgrave's fall from the steps known as 'Granny's Teeth' women had climbed up and down them in the hope of finding romance as she eventually did.

Now, in her own mind these were exactly the type of clientele Rosemary Clifford had envisaged for her tearoom. Unfortunately, more often than not it attracted damp middle aged couples sheltering from the rain who spent ages over a pot of tea and a shared toasted teacake.

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Over the coming week or so, Peter Logan found subtle ways to discomfort Rosemary.

Gentle brushes against her. Inadvertent contacts with her hips or breasts. Never full on gropes, just incidents that left her unsure if they were intentional or merely accidents.

Never blatant, just a persistent trickle of subtle sexuality.

One morning he whispered from behind her, "My God, you are a stunning creature."

"I'm a fifty-one year old married woman," she laughed, without turning around.

"Yes, a young man's dream, well my dream anyway," he answered as he left for the day.

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"I'm off to the Legion tonight, care for a frame of two?" asked Howard, after breakfast.

Peter Logan replied, "That's very kind of you but I have other plans."

"Oh, right."

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you wife while your gone. That is unless you've changed your mind about the gentlemen's agreement," stated the younger man.

Surprised, Howard answered, "You know that I doubt very much that you will but, nevertheless, I wish you luck in your endeavours if you are intent on trying."

"We shall see, we shall see. But if I do, the luck will be all yours."

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"I'm going to make tea," Rosemary informed Peter as the radio programme finished, "do you want a cuppa?"

"Yes, please."

As she stood before the sink filling the kettle, Rosemary felt her waist encircled by Peter's arms. "Keep still," he instructed.

She kept still.

Peter kissed her neck and then nuzzled her shoulder. An electric thrill passed through Rosemary Clifford.

His hand came up and Peter cupped her left breast. Rosemary remained as she was. Slowly but firmly he began to knead her amble tit through her blouse.

He placed a longer kiss on her bare shoulder.

Rosemary's knees began to shake slightly.

Peter's right hand slipped into the waistband of her skirt, at the side between the material and her foundation garment. It then made the quarter circle to her elastic covered stomach. She could feel herself quaking but the mature woman had no desire to stop him. She simply breathed deeply.

After a momentary pause the young man forced his palm downwards over her Playtex Girdle and his fingers located the top of her knickers. They soon found their way inside to where the taught girdle ended and her soft public hair began.

Rosemary spread her feet slightly to allow Peter's finger to slide into her moist slit. He hovered there as he resumed the squeezing of the area over her left nipple. She thought that she would faint so Rosemary gripped the edge of the sink with her free hand. The kettle was getting heavy now as the water overflowed from it. She lowered it onto the base of the sink but still kept a grip on the handle.

Peter started to make small circular movements around her clitoris, Rosemary gasped.

"Keep still!" said Peter, quietly but with authority.

He slipped a second finger into the creamy warm space and then spread both of them to stretch Rosemary. As he brought them together again they began a joint rotation around the swollen lump.

Rosemary threw her head back and cried out, "Oh my God!"

Peter pulled her tightly against him as she convulsed violently.

The waves slowly subsided. Peter whispered in her ear, "Lift your skirt and drop your drawers, I am going to fuck you."

"But my husband.........," Rosemary started to say.

"It is quite alright, Howard has agreed to it."

"What? How?" she exclaimed.

"It's quite simple. He said that if I could persuade you, then I had his permission to do so.

"That is unless you really don't want me to."

"No, I want you to," Rosemary announced as she released her grip on the kitchenware and dragged her skirt upwards. She found the waistband of her knickers. As she bent to pull them down she felt her buttocks press against Peter's erect penis. He thrust forward and then back. This didn't help Rosemary's efforts. Her drawers snagged on her suspender buttons. Eventually, they made their way to her shoes.

"Damned bloomers, I don't know why I bother with them" exclaimed Rosemary as she tried to kick one leg free.

She heard the unbuckling of Peter's leather belt as he eased back enough to drop his trousers. Rosemary lowered her body forward to help him gain entry into her.

Slowly at first, he did gain entry.

"Be gentle with me, you feel rather big," said Rosemary, "well gentle at first anyway."

He pushed with his hips and pulled with his arms until he could penetrate no further.

"Awe!" she breathed, almost imperceptibly.

He waited and he waited and just as he felt her quiver gently he began to withdraw and then thrust.

"Awe!" Rosemary repeated, this time more loudly.

Again with each fresh intrusion came an, "Awe!"

Steadily and forcefully, Peter increased his pace.

"Yes! Yes!" came her encouragement. The desire for gentleness had been quickly forgotten.

The normally impeccably mannered young man, suddenly shuddered, gripped onto her waist and cried, "For fuck sake woman, you're making me come far too soon!"

He slumped forward onto her. The seduced wife had to spread her palms on the bottom of the sink on either side of the kettle to support the weight of both their bodies.

Peter stayed there panting as his semi-erect penis slipped from her with a plop. She could feel his semen dribble onto her stocking tops.

Suddenly, his arms lifted her off her feet. He half carried, half dragged her onto the kitchen table. Rosemary lay backwards as Peter took hold of her ankles and spread them apart.

Placing a leg over each of his shoulders, he eased himself forward.

"What are you doing?" gasped Rosemary.

"Simply lick the plate clean in appreciation."

"Oh!" she said softly, a little embarrassed at her own naivety.

Peter breathed in their combined odour.

"Wonderful!" he said, rather like a connoisseur of rare wine or fine food, he knew that taste was not the sole consideration.

With the gentlest of pressure the young man placed the very tip of his tongue into her vaginal opening. The fresh salty recollection of the sea swept over him as more of the surface of his tongue made contact.

He dived deeper.

"Oh!" exhaled Rosemary.

Now her feminine sweetness took centre stage, rather reminiscent of the strawberries that she had mentioned they'd eaten after dinner he thought, as he desperately endeavoured to devour every moist drop.

Rosemary gripped his hair and he knew that she was ready. Peter lapped at the channel that sheltered her clitoris. The tip of his tongue located the firm bud. Rosemary bucked violently as his licking turned to suction.

Later, as they sat together at the kitchen table, she said, "I can't quite understand what you were saying about Howard giving you permission."

"It was quite simple. He was of the opinion that you are not keen on sex.

"I tried to convince him that you could be seduced and that you would enjoy it, given the right approach. He agreed that if I could succeed, and you got pleasure from it, then he wouldn't object."

Rosemary was thoughtful as if wondering whether to share her innermost feelings or not. "It's not that I don't like sex it's just that I have this overwhelming need to be excited first.

"Right from the start, Howard would just turn out the light, lift my nightie and climb on. By the time I felt anything he had finished," she said.

"Ah, the age old curse of lack of education.

"Fortunately, he and I have entered into a gentlemen's agreement that, if I do fuck you tonight, he will watch me do it to you tomorrow night," said Peter in a matter of fact way.

"You and he have done what!" exclaimed Rosemary.

"Think about it for a while, it is in both of your interests to have him learn some new tricks.

"From now on, it is my intention to engage in a programme of re-education. The options are quite simple; take it or leave it. Have your horizons widened or go back to your old dull marriage. Give me complete control of you both or not," he stated.

She thought for a moment before saying, "Put like that, none of those second options appear very inviting.

"And you say that Howard has agreed to all this?"

"Yes, even he can see the benefits."

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Howard returned from the British Legion somewhat earlier than usual.

Peter enquired, breezily, "Good evening old chap? Did you win?"

"It was pleasant enough but I couldn't really concentrate on the snooker."

"Understandable," said Peter, not making it easy for him.

"Well?" asked Howard, unable to pussyfoot any longer.

Peter smiled, "Did I fuck your wife?"

"Yes, although I wouldn't have put it that crudely."

"Not only did I fuck Mrs Clifford but I believe that she has the potential to be a first class student.

"She left you a note before she retired," concluded Peter Logan with a grin.

He handed his senior a sheet of paper, Howard instantly recognised the handwriting.

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Dear Howard,

As per your agreement, Mr Logan has had me. It was very generous of you to allow him to do this.

In turn, I have agreed that he may use me in any way he sees fit. I believe that with his guidance our love life will be greatly improved, which will be wonderful for both of us.

The first demonstration will take place tomorrow night.

Your loving wife,

Rosemary

P. S.

To best prepare us for tomorrow's lesson would you mind sleeping on the settee tonight?

.

"Where will you be sleeping? he asked Peter.

"In my own room, of course. From now on, I won't touch Mrs Clifford unless you are there to learn from it."

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Howard spent an unsettled night. He couldn't help wondering how his marriage stood. There was no doubt that he found the whole situation exciting but he wasn't quite sure what they'd agreed to.

Rosemary breezed into the kitchen, smiled broadly and kissed Howard full on the lips.

"Thank you," she said.

Suddenly, he knew that he had done the right thing.

"Good morning Mr Logan," Rosemary smiled.

"Good morning Mrs Clifford, Mr Clifford," replied Peter as he seated himself at the table. Nobody alluded to the act that had been performed on it the previous evening.

As he was about to leave for the day, Peter pulled Howard to one side. "Now old chap, Mrs Clifford believes that the first lesson will commence this evening but in fact it starts right now. Lesson One is called 'Building Tension".

"Good sex is like a good restaurant. You can't just turn up and expect the best table.

"You have to make a reservation, hours or even days before. So I want you to reserve your place at Mrs Clifford's table.

"During the day you must touch her. Touch her bottom, touch her tits. Not just once but over and over again. You must find opportunities to kiss her and fondle her whenever no-one is looking and sometimes when you're not sure if they are or not. Is that understood?" said Peter.

"Yes, I think so," said the newly enrolled cuckold.

Peter continued, "Furthermore, you must complement her. Not the 'you look nice today' sort of complements either. Dirty compliments.

"Things like 'I love your tits' or 'I really want to get into your knickers and finger fuck you', things like that. But try to be creative.

"These things won't work on their own, they accumulate. Drip, drip, drip into her mind, making her think dirty thoughts. Dirty thoughts lead to dirty acts. That's what makes the whole process worthwhile.

"Do you understand the first lesson, 'Building Tension'?"

"Yes, yes I believe that I do."

"Good, that will make tonight's lesson, 'The Intensification and Sudden Release of Tension', much easier."

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When he returned he could have cut the excitement in the air with a bread knife.

Peter acted as if everything was completely normal, he enquired about their day.

"Eventful, very eventful, Howard has had me in a proper lather," confided Rosemary.

"Do you think that we could get straight on with the lesson?" asked her husband.

Peter shook his head before saying, "I hardly think that would be appropriate. Anticipation is the key here.

"What are you anticipating, Mrs Clifford?"

Rosemary coloured slightly and answered, "Well, I rather thought that you would demonstrate something like you did last night."

"Do you mean fucking you?"

"Well yes, I do, actually."

"And you Mr Clifford, what do you anticipate?"

Howard replied, "Well, just what we agreed. You will fuck, as you put it, my wife and I will watch to ensure that she likes it."

"And if she does?" enquired Peter.

"Then you can educate us both however you think best."

"Mrs Clifford?"

"Yes, whatever you want us to do. Anything at all."

"Very well. The lesson may commence. Howard and I will go upstairs. After ten minutes Mrs Clifford will join us," instructed Peter.

The two men left the room.

As they entered the couple's bedroom, Peter said, "We will both strip down to our vests and underpants."

"Wait a minute there won't be any funny business, will there?" said Howard.

Peter laughed there will certainly be 'funny business' but not that sort. It will make things easier later. Believe me you will thank me."

Once they had removed most of their clothing, Howard was instructed to sit on the dressing table stool and to say nothing, simply watch.

After a long ten minutes, Rosemary was heard climbing the stairs.

As she entered the room, Howard commanded, "Stand where Mr Clifford can see you."

Peter stood close behind her, looking over her shoulder. Howard could clearly see them and they could see Howard. In addition to this Rosemary could also see herself and some of Peter in the large dressing table mirror.

Slowly, Peter put his arms around her and, starting at the top, began to unbutton Rosemary's blouse. He removed it and tossed the garment to one side. All the time her eyes repeatedly darted between her husband and their reflection.

Locating the button at the back of the skirt, Peter unfastened it and pulled down the zipper.

Rosemary's wriggled slightly as the clothing dropped to the floor. Her half-slip quickly followed. She stepped out of both and kicked them away.

She saw the look of lust on Howard's face as she stood there in just her underwear. More surprising to her was a similar look on her own face.

Peter held onto her hips for a full minute before he reached for the hooks at the back of her brassiere. Even then he didn't immediately release them. It was as if he was savouring the fact that he had the power to expose this woman to her own husband.

Once released he slipped the straps from Rosemary's shoulders, gravity took over, the brasserie dropped to the floor and her tits sprang free.

At any age her tits would have been described as impressive but for a fifty-one year old woman they were marvellous. Even Howard had rarely seen them on full display before.

"Wow!" he said.

"Wow! Indeed. From now on this is what we will call your school uniform. Whenever I instruct you to change into your school uniform, this is what you are to wear. Is that clear?" said Peter.

"Yes, I understand," she replied, studying herself in the mirror and mentally taking notes of the precise details.

"Now, get yourself onto the bed."

Rosemary did as she was instructed.

"Now pull your knees up to your chest," instructed Peter.

He turned to Howard and said, "You will notice how your wife's fanny is glistening and leaking slightly. This proves that all your efforts to build the tension have been successful."

"Mrs Clifford, grip your legs behind the knees. Do not let go until I tell you to."

She complied. Every fibre of elastic in her foundation garment resisted her efforts but Rosemary clung on bravely.

Peter removed his underpants. Howard was tempted to comment on the size of his penis as it sprang into view but instead decided to pretend that he hadn't noticed.

"Final chance, do you still want to continue with our gentlemen's agreement?" asked Peter.

Rosemary started to say, "Ye.........."

"Not you, be quiet. I was talking to Howard."

"I know that I shouldn't but I really do want to see you fuck my wife," uttered Howard gently.

Peter shook his cock up and down several times just to reassure himself that it was fully hard. He climbed between Rosemary's legs and gripped her ankles. As he pushed his helmet into her moist warmth, Rosemary said, "Oh God, I've waited all day for this."

He hovered for a moment before thrusting.

"Awe!" exclaimed Rosemary, every time his bollocks crashed against her bum.

Howard adjusted the straining bulge in his underpants. He was tempted to get his cock out and masturbate but he knew that above anything in the world he wanted to fuck his wife just as soon as the young man had finished using her.

With a steady rhythm, Peter threw himself into his work but it wasn't long before he felt Rosemary reaching a crescendo. It was then that he let himself go and spunked into her.

"Jesus, she's good Howard," he shouted.

"Oh damnation, I was so nearly there!" Rosemary cried.

Peter flopped out of her, and said, "Stay just as you are, it's Mr Clifford's turn next."

As he sat on the side of the bed, Peter said, "Now Howard, you see that our combined efforts have brought the tension inside your wife near to its climax.

"What should you do now to cause the sudden release of all that pressure?"

Howard really felt like the teacher's pet, he knew the answer to this one. It was all he could do to stop himself from putting his hand up.

"I could fuck her," he blurted out.

Howard was so deflated when Peter responded, "Well I suppose you could but that wouldn't guarantee the desired result."

"Oh! No?"

"No, I know that Mrs Clifford responds very well to having her fanny licked. You can use this method to bring her to completion, after that you can fuck her," explained Peter.

Howard said, "Yes but you've just..........."

"You won't have much success in the world of love making if you're going to be squeamish about little things like that, are you?"

"No, I suppose not," answered Howard, uncertainly.

"Well down you go then," instructed Peter.

The husband rose from his stool and took his place between Rosemary's knees.

"Don't hold back, drink like a thirsty man at a desert oasis," Peter encouraged him.

He put a hand around each of his wife's thighs and pulled himself forward. He stuck out his tongue and immediately tasted Peter's semen. Rosemary began to moan gently and Howard instantly forgot about his misgivings. He lapped strongly from her vulva. His wife moaned more loudly.

"Howard are you looking forward to fucking your wife after you've licked her out?" asked Peter.

Unable to speak, the cuckold husband nodded his head vigorously.

"Oh! Fucking Hell!" screamed Rosemary, "That's it, right there!"

She began to writhe and buck her hips. Howard clung on trying to continue his licking but eventually she shook him free.

"Right old chap, it's finally time to fuck you wife," announced Peter.

"I can't," said Howard.

"Oh! Why is that?"

"Because when Rosemary went over the edge, I was overwhelmed and I made a gunky mess in my underpants," he explained.

"Nevermind, there will be plenty of opportunity during the next lesson," Peter reassured him.

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"Now that I've placed a regular order, you don't have to keep flattering me," laughed Mrs Aida Clark, manageress of 'Modes de Paris' in the Square at Blandford Forum.

"No seriously, I love a woman with a decent backside and a full bust," Peter Logan reassured her.

"Yes, and if I was twenty years younger...."

"I don't see a little thing like an age difference as a problem."

"How do you think my husband would react if I took you home?" giggled Mrs Clark.

With a smile, he said, "Maybe he'd like to watch."

"Oh Mr Logan, you are awful! Mind you, I wouldn't put it past the old pervert."

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"Right, we are going on a little drive tonight," Peter announced one evening.

As they drove out of Lyme Regis in his Hillman Minx, Rosemary in the front and Howard in the back, Peter explained. "Today's lesson is called 'Role Play'."

Rosemary said brightly, "How lovely, I used to do a bit of Amateur Dramatics. My best part was the Fairy Godmother in 'Cinderella'."

"Very nice I'm sure, but the purpose of this lesson is not to make you feel glamorous, it is to make you feel dirty," Peter went on rather sternly.

"Oh! Sorry," she said.

"I want you both to think about your roles before we arrive.

"Mrs Clifford will play the part of an old whore."

"Oh!" said Rosemary, sheepishly.

"I will play her customer...."

Howard butted in with, "What about me?"

"You are to play an old pervert hiding behind a bush, watching and wanking."

"But will I still get a go with my wife?" asked the crestfallen husband.

"Yes, of course you will, definitely."

By the time they reached the cliff top beauty spot the evening shadows had descended. Peter left the headlights on full beam.

As they all got out of the car, he said to Rosemary, "Stand in front of that," pointing towards a bench that was fully bathed in light.

"That looks like a suitable bush for a pervert, Mr Clifford," Peter indicated.

"Mrs Clifford, change into your school uniform now!" he commanded, as he returned to the driving seat.

It took Rosemary a few moments to realise what he meant. Then looking around to assure herself that there weren't any unexpected onlookers in the area, she started to unbutton her blouse.

As she removed this, the stark white newness of her Playtex Longline Living bra was highlighted by the headlights. Peter was delighted that the woman had obviously been planning for her new way of life.

Rosemary dropped her skirt and slip, the girdle was brand new too. Peter instantly recognised the stockings as Lancelon Tango Mesh, a shade particularly popular with women in their middle years.

Reaching behind her she found the hooks and eyes of her brassiere. It took some time to release the half dozen fastenings. Peter couldn't help admiring the dexterity involved. Rosemary allowed the heavy bra to slip from her shoulders. It took a fraction of a second for her tits to revert from their conical confinement to their more natural shape.

One of the many things that Peter Logan loved about older women was the size of their areolas. Hers were particularly large and dark.

Not entirely sure what to do now, Rosemary simply stood still.

"You're supposed to be a street walk, so walk. Flaunt yourself. Give me reasons to spend my money," shouted Peter.

Rosemary took a few tentative steps towards Howard's bush. As she reached the outer limit of the headlight beam, Peter shouted, "Not too far."

She turned on her heels and walked back the other way. At this point Rosemary got into character and started to swing her hips as well as her tits.

"Yes, yes, that's it," came the encouragement.

She turned back again.

After several promenades, Peter got out of the car and intercepted the novice whore.

"You doing business, love?" he enquired.

"Yes, I am," laughed Rosemary.

"How much?"

"Five pounds please."

"I'll give you ten bob and I want my cock sucked first," offered Peter.

Rosemary didn't know much about the going rate for this sort of thing but she said, "That doesn't sound a lot."

He replied, "Take it or leave. You're no spring chicken but you do look like a good shag. I was only thinking of offering you five shillings."

"Alright, I'll take it then."

Peter pushed her against the bench. He undid his trousers and dropped them. "Suck me hard," he commanded.

"I've never done tha...................." she said.

"Just do as you're told."

Rosemary bent forward. Peter turned sort of sideways and held his cock upright to make it easier for her to locate.

She slipped her lips over his helmet.

"Bob your head like a good whore," he instructed.

As you raised and lowered her head, Peter ran his hand down the back of her girdle and into her drawers. He was hoping to gain a little access to her fanny but he couldn't quite reach.

Instead all he could feel was her bum hole. He inserted just the tip of his index finger. Rosemary bobbed more vigorously causing a subtle but pleasant movement to her anus.

"Yes, you really are an old whore."

Fearing that she was making too good a job of it, Peter said, "Turn around and pull your knickers to one side."

Rosemary released him and turned.

He guided his still glistening dick into her moistness. She gripped the back of the bench. Slowly at first he started to piston. Then he increased the pace.

"Admit it, you really are a dirty old whore," he said.

"Yes, Yes," she answered.

"Shout it out loud so that your husband can hear."

"I'm a dirty old whore," screamed Rosemary.

"A what?"

"A dirty old whore. Oh God! Oh God, it's coming now."

Peter felt her contracting on his penis as she began to shake violently. He did his best to keep pumping her but he could contain himself no longer. He shuddered and clung onto her girdle.

"That was stupendous, absolutely tremendous," said Howard as he appeared from behind his bush.

"It was rather good wasn't it?"

"I've finished, you can have the use of her next but it may cost you five shillings," laughed Peter.

Howard shook his head, "I'm sorry, I lost control just before you did."

"What exactly did for you, old chap?" asked Peter.

"I nearly went when Rosemary's tits started swinging but when she began shouting that she is a dirty old whore it pushed me right over the precipice," Howard explained.

"Still, it's a shame that you won't get a go but rest assured that she has climaxed so she won't need licking out this time. Unless you really want to, that is," said Peter.

"Yes Howard, please do. It would make me feel much less guilty if I knew that you had participated in some way," said Rosemary.

Howard looked thoughtful before saying, "Well it is the taking part that counts after all, I suppose."

"Spoken like a true Englishman," commented Peter.

Rosemary had already removed her drawers and was laying back on the bench with her legs spread wide.

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The intention behind the 1951 Festival of Britain was to celebrate and showcase Britain's achievements in various areas including design and technology. Morale was still low after the Second World War and people needed to be reminded about the exciting new opportunities that were opening up as the country rebuilt.

One of the companies who embraced this bright new horizon was South Wales based Kayser Bondor. They had their finger in the pulse of the changing face of lady's fashion. The nylon stockings that they produced very much kept up with these trends.

Even before the Festival, Kayser grasped that there was no point having up to the minute products if they didn't hit the relevant market.

They employed a team of regional sales representatives whose role was to make sure that womenswear shops saw, touched and, more importantly, bought these nylons.

At his interview it was obvious that Peter Logan had all the qualities needed to get on the right side of female shop proprietors.

As Mrs Angharad Evans, head of personnel and recruitment at Kayser, had told a lady colleague, "He could charm the knickers off a nun."

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"Today's lesson is called 'Discomfort'. That doesn't mean that I'm going to put thistles in your underwear," declared Peter.

Howard responded quickly, "Thank goodness for that."

"It is about the excitement of being in situations that you aren't completely comfortable with.

"So get your drawers down Mrs Clifford, I am going to fuck you right here and then Howard will do the same thing, explained Peter.

Rosemary looked horrified, "But Myrtle will be here very soon."

"So you had better stop arguing and do as you are told. That's why it's called discomfort."

Still not sure, she pulled up her skirt and slipped her fingers behind the elastic. She pulled them over her stocking tops and allowed them to fall.

"Leave them around your feet, just in case," suggested Peter before she had a chance to step out of her knickers.

He had already unzipped his fly and had pulled just his cock out. He helped Rosemary shuffle towards the kitchen table and bent her over.

Gripping the shaft of his penis he fed the head into her fanny. His urgency had given it little time to respond but as soon as Peter started humping her the juice began to flow.

He gripped her waist and slammed into her with an animal-like passion.

"Hurry up!" encouraged Howard, "I want time to fuck her before the girl gets here."

"Yes, yes hurry!" cried his wife.

"Good morning!" came a voice from down the corridor.

"Argh, argh!" went Peter as he spunked up the panicking woman.

"Go straight through to the front and start laying up the tables. I will be coming shortly!" shouted Rosemary as loud as she could.

"Very good Mrs Clifford!" Myrtle called in response, not quite understanding why her usual morning routine had been altered.

Peter Logan stepped back, stuffing his sticky wet cock back into his fly. Howard quickly stuffed his erection away too while Rosemary pulled up her drawers and smoothed down her skirt.

The outwardly respectable wife's embarrassment had been so narrowly avoided.

Still breathing heavily, Rosemary said quietly, "I must go up stairs and clean myself up."

"You will do nothing of the sort. I insist that you remain like that for the whole day," ordered Peter.

She responded, "But I can't.........."

"Yes you can and Howard will act as the 'Gunk Monitor'. Remember that the lesson is called 'Discomfort'.

"Once every hour, Mr Clifford, you will take Rosemary into the pantry and finger her to ensure that everything is still messy down there. Is that understood?"

"No Peter, please," pleaded the slightly distressed woman.

"Yes, unless you'd rather end your education."

"I wouldn't want to do that, not really," she replied, quietly.

"So you both know what is required, don't you?"

"Can I fuck her once instead of fingering?" asked Howard.

"I'm afraid that that will have to wait until this evening, old chap. I have something special lined up for you then," replied Peter.

He concluded with, "Now you both make sure that you are good students.

"I have to leave now, I have an appointment this morning."

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"How was your day," Peter asked Rosemary when he returned that evening.

"I felt really dirty all the time, but excited as well. It was the strangest feeling," she replied.

"And you Howard, how did you get on?"

The husband replied, "I did exactly what you said. I got her to bend over in the pantry and I gave Rosemary's fanny a good old work over just to keep her wet and messy."

"Good man!" said Peter.

Rosemary said, "Talk about discomfort, I was sure that people would smell the odour from my knickers."

"Did anyone say anything?"

"No, but some woman's cocker spaniel kept trying to put his nose up my skirt."

"He could detect a bitch on heat, no doubt. Do you feel like a bitch in heat?" asked Peter.

"I do rather now that you've said that," she answered.

"Good then you had better change into your school uniform," he instructed.

Rosemary was quickly stripped down to her girdle, stockings, drawers and shoes.

"Remove your knickers and get down on all fours. I promised Howard something special this evening."

By the times she had complied, Howard had his trousers half off. He was soon on his knees behind his wife.

"Wow! That's brilliant, she's so slimy still," said the delighted husband as he pumped Rosemary.

"And to think that you doubted that I could bring out the dirty bitch in her," laughed Peter.

Despite his long wait, Howard gave a rather satisfactory account of himself. Full of pride, he said, "You can have a go now that I've finished, Peter."

"That's very sporting of you, old chap, but I'll pass if you don't mind.

"I've had a rather tiring day, one of my customers in Blandford Forum insisted on taking me home to meet her husband," answered Peter.

He reached for his sample case and produced two pairs of nylons and a school exercise book. Placing them on the table, he said to Rosemary, "Those are for you."

Rosemary laughed, "I suppose that I will have to write one hundred times 'I am a dirty bitch', will I?"

"You are not taking your education seriously," chided Peter.

"Sorry," she said.

"Starting from the time that I first shagged you over the kitchen sink, you will write down the details of each time you have been or will be fucked.

"The reason for this is that the memory of a sex act can be as arousing as the anticipation of one to come.

"When I return I will read each entry to ensure that you have been keeping up your studies," Peter explained.

Rosemary exclaimed, "You are going away?"

"Don't worry, I have plans for your continuing education.

"I will only be gone for a month or so, I have to cover North Devon and Somerset next, now that I've done the rounds in Dorset and South Devon.

"On each Tuesday, Howard will fuck you just before you go off to the Women's Institute, obviously you won't clean yourself up before you go. Is that alright with you Howard?"

"Fine by me," Howard Replied.

"Good, you will lick her out, to orgasm, when she returns."

"Right. Yes." came the hesitant reply.

Peter continued his instructions, "On Thursday nights you will bring at least one friend back from the Legion Club, at least one, do you understand me?"

"Yes, I understand," said Howard, hardly able to conceal his enthusiasm.

"Your wife will do anything that you and your friends want her to do, be creative. Make sure that every detail is recorded, Mrs Clifford, for me to read later."

"The time away will give me time to prepare for your further education.

"Isn't it amazing the exciting new opportunities that the Festival of Britain have presented," laughed Peter Logan.