Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 49

This is the forty-ninth episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting memories from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.

It is the end of August 1985 and things have taken a dramatic turn in Steven and Lesley's lives, although they don't fully realise the implications yet.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

Like all of Colin MacGregor's communication, the telex was short and to the point.

>>> START OF MESSAGE

>>> DANIEL DAVIDSON TAKEN ILL IN JAMAICA

>>> HEART ATTACK

>>> REQUEST YOU BOTH COME TO KINGSTON ASAP

>>> PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT

>>> COLIN MACGREGOR

>>> END OF MESSAGE

It was three o'clock on Tuesday morning when I read the message. Lesley and I had just got back to our hotel room in Florence, having been at a memorable party that evening.

The news was unbelievable. Daniel seemed such an unlikely candidate for a heart attack. He wasn't even fifty yet, and fit and healthy for a man of his age. Ok, he drank a bit and smoked the odd cigar, but not to excess. And, while being CEO of a venture capital company was certainly stressful, Daniel appeared to thrive on it.

"What is it?" Lesley asked noticing my expression.

"Daniel's had a heart attack, in Jamaica," I told her. "I think he's ok though."

Lesley's face went pale. I held her in my arms as the news sunk in. I thought she might turn all girly on me, but she was nothing of the sort, just focussed.

"We need to go to Jamaica," she told me. "I can't leave Kate on her own. She'll be beside herself."

I called the Blackfinch concierge service and ten minutes later Colin MacGregor called me back. He explained that Daniel had suffered a heart attack while playing tennis. Fortunately one of the guests at the hotel had been an American surgeon and his quick action had almost certainly saved Daniel's life. Daniel had been rushed to the hospital in Kingston where they'd operated to remove a blockage.

"What's the prognosis?" I asked.

"The longer he goes without suffering another heart attack, the better the odds get," Colin said, not really answering the question. "If he gets through the next few days then he's going to need further surgery though."

"Understood. Can you help us get to Jamaica?" I asked.

"When will you be ready to leave Florence?"

"In about an hour but we've got a motorbike here," I explained.

"Don't worry about that," Colin reassured me. "Leave your keys at reception and I'll arrange transport. There'll be a car waiting to take you to Milan Airport in an hour's time. Somebody will meet you at 'Departures' with your tickets."

"Thank you," I said, grateful for the help.

"Good luck, Steven. Let me know when you arrive."

"Oh. Has anybody told Carole?" I asked. "She needs to know."

"I'm going to call her in the morning."

Chapter 2

The taxi took three hours to drive the two hundred or so miles to Milan airport. On arrival we were met by a Blackfinch courier who handed us two first class tickets to Kingston via Atlanta. We'd just about made the 0945 flight which meant that, if all went well, we could avoid an overnight layover between legs.

We'd decided to take just hand luggage in order to make checking in as quick as possible. But it meant that we had no clothes other than the ones were standing in. We had a few minutes in the departure lounge before the flight was called and tried to buy some travel essentials, as well as magazines and books to read on the flight.

Once boarded, there was nothing to be done for the next eleven hours other than try to prepare ourselves for what was to come. Lesley looked tired, but when the cabin crew came round with champagne she readily accepted a glass.

"Whatever we do on this flight won't change anything," she pointed out, "so we may as well enjoy it."

"You're right," I agreed. "I could do with getting some sleep though."

"We did over indulge a bit last night," Lesley giggled, referring to the party at Aldo and Gina's.

First class in the 80's wasn't quite as good as it is now. You didn't get your own private 'pod' or anything like that, but the seats were nice and wide and the service was excellent. There was even a bar on the upper deck if you wanted get up and have a drink. Lesley and I tried to get some sleep but, being a daytime flight, it wasn't so easy. We covered ourselves in blankets then Lesley snuggled into me and for the last couple of hours of the flight we both managed to get some rest.

We arrived in Atlanta half an hour early, giving us time to do some shopping in the lounge. The weather in Jamaica was going to be hot and so Lesley bought a couple of cheap summer dresses while I bought some short-sleeved shirts and a pair of Bermuda style shorts. There was nowhere to buy fresh underwear though which was a shame. I went to the newsagents and bought some pens and a writing pad to make notes while, ever the practical one, Lesley bought some sun tan lotion to replace the stuff she'd left in Florence, along with some insect repellent and one of those things you plug in at night to keep the mosquitos away. Then we were back on a plane for the last three hours of our journey.

Just before we were about to land in Kingston, one of the cabin crew came up to us.

"Mr and Mrs Carter?" she checked before continuing.

"Yes."

"Please can you remain in your seats when the other passengers disembark. Separate arrangements have been made for you."

We remained seated as everyone else left the plane. It felt like we were in detention but then someone from the ground crew called us and we made our way to the exit where a car was waiting. It took us to a private immigration control desk where our passports were stamped then we were led out to a waiting car.

The journey to the hotel took less than half an hour and Kate was there waiting for us in reception. She burst into tears the moment she saw us and Lesley gave her a big hug.

"Let's go upstairs," Lesley told Kate then, looking at me, she said, "Can you check us in?"

"Sure," I told them.

"You've got the adjoining room," Kate told us through her sniffles.

I completed the check-in formalities then made my way up to the room, much to the disappointment of the bellboy who saw I had no luggage.

When I knocked on the partition door between the rooms, Lesley opened it. The door opened out onto a lounge area and it reminded me of the suite we shared with Daniel and Kate each year in Annecy. Kate got up and we hugged.

"How is Daniel?" I asked.

"He's doing well," she confirmed. "If he continues making progress then they're going to move him to Miami in a few days. Then they'll operate again on him there."

"And how are you?" I asked.

"I'm better for seeing you both," Kate said.

Lesley joined us in a three-way hug.

"Well, we're here now so you're not alone anymore," she told her friend. "Now when was the last time you ate a proper meal?"

"I'm not sure," Kate admitted.

"I thought so. Come on, we're going straight down to the restaurant to feed you."

"But I look a mess."

Kate did look a mess, it was true.

"It's food, not a fashion show," Lesley joked, "besides, whatever you look like, you're always going to be more beautiful than anyone else in the room."

Kate allowed herself to be ordered about by Lesley and the three of us went down to the hotel restaurant. I'd eaten on the plane and so had Lesley but we ate so that Kate would too. Over dinner Kate filled us in on what had happened. It sounded like Daniel had been very lucky that the American surgeon had been nearby, otherwise the outcome might have been very different.

We managed to get a couple of glasses of wine into Kate and it had the desired effect. A combination of alcohol and the relief at no longer having to face the ordeal alone meant that she was asleep almost before she got back to her room. I left her and Lesley alone while Lesley undressed Kate and sat in the lounge with a bottle of water to stave off dehydration.

"Would you mind if I stayed with Kate tonight," Lesley asked when she came back into the room. "I don't want her to wake up alone."

"I think that's good idea," I said.

"You could join us if you wanted," she suggested.

I considered the offer, but it didn't quite seem right.

Chapter 3

I slept well and it was only when Kate came into my room around eight on Wednesday morning, that I woke up. She slipped into the bed beside me and cuddled up.

"Morning gorgeous," I said putting my arm round her. "How are you feeling?"

"Better for a good night's sleep," she said giving me a squeeze.

"Good.

"Thank you for coming," she added.

"We came as quickly as we could," I told her. "So what's the plan for today?"

"Lesley and I are going to see Daniel after breakfast."

"Do you want me to come too," I asked, a bit surprised at being left out.

"Daniel wants to talk to you alone, Steven."

"Oh. Right."

"Lesley's in the shower right now. We thought we'd have breakfast, then head to the hospital. They allow visitors after ten. Why don't you give us an hour then come to the hospital for eleven."

"Ok. I might pop out and buy some underpants then."

Kate giggled then hugged me tightly. I felt her breasts pressing against me and couldn't help getting aroused. Normally I'd have given her a bit of a grope and waited to see how she reacted but it didn't feel right, not with her husband in hospital.

After breakfast the girls headed off and I went looking for underpants. Compared to the beauty of Florence, Kingston looked pretty run down. It looked a bit like some UK provincial towns, only it was hotter. I got the impression that the beach resorts and hotels were great but the rest of the infrastructure was a bit lacking. I did manage to find a small department store though and bought some underpants, socks and swimming trunks for myself as well as some plain briefs and a swimming costume for Lesley.

Then I made my way to the hospital which, like the rest of the capital, also looked a bit run down. A nurse showed me to Daniel's room and when I walked in, I sensed there was a bit of tension in the air.

"You tell Daniel, I'm not going back to England until he's better," Lesley told me, her frustration evident.

"Why don't you give us some time to talk," I suggested, lacking any context to the reason for Lesley's outburst. "I'll meet you back at the hotel."

"I suppose," Lesley conceded.

"Here I bought you some knickers," I said handing over the shopping.

"Thank you," she said giggling reluctantly.

I wasn't sure what the correct greeting for a man in a hospital bed was. If Daniel had been standing I'd have given him a man hug, but lying there with wires and a drip attached to him it didn't seem appropriate, so I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze instead.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus," he laughed.

"It sounds like you had a close call."

"I know," he admitted.

I could see in Daniel's eyes that he meant it.

"But you're out of the woods?"

"For now. They're going to move me to Miami in a couple of days, where I'm going to have a quadruple bypass. The facilities are better there."

"From what I've seen so far I think I'd agree."

"I'm looking at a long period of recovery, Steven. It'll probably be a couple of months before I'm back in the UK and they say it'll be at least six months before I'm fully recovered."

"Well you can count on us to do whatever's needed."

"Thank you." Daniel stopped for a moment then stunned me with, "I need you to take over as CEO of Durolitum."

"What about Charles Pemberton?" I asked.

Charles had been Daniel's right hand man for years and headed the Major Investments side of the company.

"Charles is a good friend and, if I asked him, I'm sure he'd step up. But he's older than me and he's not the future of the company, Steven, you are."

"If you want me to do it, I will."

"Thank you," Daniel told me. "Last year, I put Charles in charge Major Investments and you in charge of New Technologies to give me some flexibility, so the role is more of a figurehead now. But when word gets out that I've had a heart attack the vultures will start circling."

I knew Daniel had a point. Investors didn't like uncertainty and there were other banks and venture capital funds eager to step in.

"I'm also making Lesley, CEO of Durolitum Publishing as well as head of the Durolitum Foundation," Daniel added. "Robert Driscoll is flying in tomorrow. There's some papers that need signing, then I need you both to fly back with him."

Robert Driscoll was the company secretary and would need to be involved in the official reporting of any role changes. I couldn't help thinking that CEO of a publishing company was probably Lesley's dream job, but I could now see why she'd told me she was wasn't going back to England.

"I can do that," I told Daniel. "But you can't expect Lesley to come back with me."

"I'll be fine," Daniel reassured me.

"And Kate. What about her?" I asked. "She puts on a brave face when she visits you but she can't do this by herself, alone in a foreign country. She was a wreck last night when we met her."

Daniel considered this.

"Look, Daniel," I told him straight. "It doesn't matter what you want her to do. Lesley won't leave Kate like this, or you for that matter. And, frankly, I'm not about to tell her otherwise. Let her stay, at least until you've had the operation in Miami. She'll be useful to you. I can report to her and she can communicate with you."

"I guess nothing happens quickly in the world of publishing," Daniel laughed.

"Three weeks," I told him. "Then, if everything goes to plan then she can come home."

Chapter 4

Lesley, Kate and I spent the afternoon with Daniel in his hospital room. Despite trying to keep him off the subject, Daniel had a thousand and one things he wanted to say about work. We all knew how important it was to him. Durolitum was his life's achievement.

Lesley seemed happy with the compromise we'd reached over staying with Kate. I knew she would be excited about becoming caretaker CEO for Durolitum Publishing but honouring friendships was far more important to her.

When visiting hours were over, we came back to the hotel and first I called Carole then Colin MacGregor to update them. Carole was all for immediately coming to London to support me, but she had a house full of guests for her end of summer party and so I persuaded her to stay in Aix, at least for the weekend.

That evening. Lesley, Kate and I took a taxi to one of the resort hotels and ate there. The hotel we were staying at, while close to the hospital, was more of a business hotel, whereas the one we were eating at definitely had more of a holiday feel to it.

At first the mood was a bit sombre; Daniel was in hospital and Lesley and I were about to be separated for three weeks, but then Lesley had an idea.

"Let's push the boat out this evening," she suggested. "What do you say?"

"I'm not sure," Kate replied. You could see she felt guilty about enjoying herself.

"It'll be the last chance we have for a while," I told her.

"Ok then," she laughed.

We ordered a bottle of champagne and then another and, as the meal progressed, Kate began to loosen up. Afterwards, the hotel had laid on some entertainment for its guests in the form of a steel band and some dancers. When they invited the guests to join them on the floor Lesley managed to get Kate up to dance and I watched the two of them having fun on the dancefloor.

It was around ten o'clock when we caught a taxi back to our hotel. The evening had been a success. We got undressed and the three of us climbed into the same bed.

"Would you like to fuck Steven?" Lesley asked Kate.

"I thought you'd want to," Kate replied. "Seeing as he's leaving tomorrow."

"He can fuck me tomorrow morning. Before we go to the hospital."

"In that case, yes, I would."

The girls discussed me as if I wasn't in the room, or at least, didn't have a say in the outcome. Not that I minded of course.

Kate lay between us and Lesley and I began by kissing her body. She sighed with pleasure and we could feel her relaxing. She had such a perfect body that I couldn't help kissing her breasts before moving up and swapping tongues with her, while Lesley's head disappeared between Kate's legs and began to toy with her clitoris.

It had never taken much to get Kate off but it seemed that the release of the tension she'd been carrying only hastened the process. In no time at all Kate was lifting her hips off the bed, responding to Lesley's stimulation as her orgasm swept over her.

When Lesley lifted her head off Kate's pussy I knew it was my turn. I took my place on top of Kate then gently eased myself in to her. Kate had always had a tight little pussy but Lesley had made sure she was nice and lubricated for me. I sunk my cock all the way in then, resting on my elbows, resumed kissing Kate as I gently fucked her. I could feel Lesley's hand on my back and knew that she was stroking both of us. When I lifted my head up, Lesley moved in to kiss Kate leaving me to focus on the fucking.

For the second time that evening it didn't take much to get Kate to orgasm. I kept pumping her for as long as I thought it was 'pleasurable' rather than 'challenging' for her, then I felt Lesley's hand on my balls and her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock. It was her way of bringing things to a conclusion and within a couple of minutes I'd cum inside Kate who, having orgasmed, was asleep within five minutes.

Chapter 5

Sex with Lesley in the morning was far more aggressive. It was as if she wanted to give me something to remember her by. The scratches from where she'd dragged her fingernails down my back and the bitemarks on my shoulder were certainly going to be there for a while.

Afterwards, we lay there, cuddling up to one another.

"I don't like being apart from you," Lesley told me.

"Me neither," I said. "But we'll speak every day."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You know you don't have to be a monk while we're apart," Lesley told me.

"I'm not sure I'm going to have time for anything else to be honest," I answered. "You don't have to be a nun either. But promise me you'll be careful."

"I've got Kate if I get horny, that'll be enough," she laughed.

"I heard that," Kate shouted from the lounge area of our suite.

"Some privacy please," Lesley responded.

"It's a bit late for that," Kate shouted back.

"We'd better get up," I suggested. "We don't want to keep Robert Driscoll waiting..."

Robert Driscoll was a pleasant man in his early fifties. He was a lawyer by profession and one of Daniel's employees who'd been with Durolitum since the start. At Daniel's request, Robert had flown by private jet from London to Kingston then taken a taxi from the airport straight to the hospital. Literally, while the plane was refuelling, he and a local notary witnessed Daniel, myself and Lesley sign our respective documents then Robert was ready to get back on the plane and fly home. Only this time Robert would have me for company. I said my goodbyes to Daniel and then to Kate then finally had five minutes alone with Lesley.

"Be careful," I told her.

"I will," she replied. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

Compared to the Boeing 747 we'd flown to Atlanta on, the Gulfstream looked like a toy. That said, with only two passengers and three crew on board, there was more than enough space. We took off just after midday and soon the one cabin attendant was serving us a hot meal. She offered us a glass of champagne too and Robert quickly accepted, but to be honest I'd had so much to drink over the past few weeks that I felt like perhaps it was time to say no for a change.

Robert and I chatted for a while, about what we'd both done that summer and then about work. Although we knew of each other and were on nodding terms, our paths hadn't crossed much. He was very much part of the establishment within Durolitum and I wondered what he must have felt about this upstart coming in and taking over. So I decided to ask him. His response was diplomatic but honest.

"There are going to be people asking why you and not Charles Pemberton."

"It's a good point."

"Internally it doesn't really matter, Daniel's chosen you, so people are going to have to get used to it. Externally it's a different story. Investors are looking for stability. But they're also looking for returns and fortunately, you're delivering. Iris is a big feather in your cap. You just need to keep building on that reputation."

"How many people know about Daniel?" I asked.

"At the moment, just the directors and their secretaries. But it won't be long before news starts leaking out."

For the rest of the flight I scribbled in my notepad, trying to recall the things Daniel and I had discussed. I made lists of the things I thought I needed to do, both at work and out of it. Daniel had asked me to keep an eye on their home in South Kensington, he'd even suggested it might be easier for me to live there rather than in Wimbledon. But then Lesley had reminded me that she'd offered Amelie the French student she'd met in Chamonix, a room in our house. I also needed to find out when Susie was going to be moving out and when and if Carole would be returning from France. Everything was all a bit up in the air.

It was late on Thursday night when the plane landed at Northolt airfield. Fortunately a car was waiting for me there. I said goodbye to Robert, thanking him for making the journey to Jamaica and telling him I'd see him in the morning. The car then took me back to Wimbledon. What with the holiday and before that, America, it seemed like an age since I'd been home. The house was empty though and these days I wasn't so keen on being alone. I called Lesley to tell her that I'd made it back but she wasn't in her room so I left a message at reception then went to bed.

Chapter 6

The Porsche fired up first time despite having been left on the drive for over three weeks. I let it burble for a bit before driving into town. It seemed strange getting behind the wheel after a few weeks riding the Harley.

I had a half-hearted workout at the gym then headed to the office. It was the end of the third week of August now and, while some people were still on holiday many were now at work. The office was probably at three quarters strength. Fortunately, Lynne, my assistant was one of the ones who were back.

When we were alone in my office I gave her a hug.

"How is everyone?" she asked.

"Daniel's not too bad, considering. They're going to be moving him to a hospital in Miami soon for another by-pass operation. Kate's holding up and Lesley's staying out with her for now. How are things here?"

"The rumours are beginning to circulate."

"Can you get Jim Pierce from Investor Relations in here so that we can put out a statement. Then get everyone into the boardroom at eleven so I can let them know what's happening. I just need a quick chat with Charles Pemberton first."

"What about Mary?"

Mary was Daniel's personal assistant. Lynne had reported to her before she began working for me.

"I'd forgotten about her," I admitted. "I'll go talk to her."

Daniel's assistant, Mary looked a bit lost at her desk outside Daniel's office. Although Daniel had never spoken about it, I'd understood from Carole that in the early days of Durolitum she'd been a swinger too. She was a handsome woman but, at some point she'd given up the lifestyle, got married, had kids and settled down. She'd remained Daniel's assistant though and was fiercely loyal to him. I told her everything I could about Daniel and what had happened.

"What would you like me to do now?" she asked afterwards. "I'm guessing you'll want Lynne as your P. A."

"Actually I'd like you to do that if that's ok," I told her. "You know more about what Daniel does than Lynne."

"Of course Mr. Carter."

"I'd rather you called me Steven if that's ok, in private at least."

***

When I walked into his office Charles Pemberton got up from behind his desk and we shook hands. Charles looked tanned. He'd obviously been somewhere sunny for his holidays and I imagined he'd spent a lot of time relaxing by the pool.

"How is Daniel?" he asked as I sat down

I told Charles almost exactly the same story I'd told Mary. It was one I was going to be repeating a few times over the next couple of days.

"Daniel rang me yesterday to explain what's happening," he offered, saving me an awkward conversation.

"You're ok with that?" I asked.

"When I was a younger man, it might have put my nose put out of joint, but not now. You have my full support, Steven."

"Thank you Charles," I told him.

"I'm sorry to say this, but I am the bearer of bad news however."

"How so?"

"Thomas has been poached by one of the banks. He's on holiday at the moment. He was going to hand in his resignation when he got back next week. He's been offered more money, a lot more money. It seems that New Technology is the thing right now and they're willing to pay for talent."

Thomas was Charles' son. I'd hired him on Charles' suggestion, to identify and evaluate new business opportunities. He'd only been with us a little over six months but what Thomas knew could be valuable to other companies.

"I'm sorry. I feel responsible," Charles added.

"It's not your fault. I guess it's the nature of the industry. Please tell Thomas to submit his resignation by post, I don't want him back in the office. I'm going to have to put him on gardening leave, while he works out his notice. And if he so much as discusses his work at Durolitum with his new employers in that time, I'll come down on him like a ton of bricks."

"Understood, Steven."

***

Writing a press release was relatively straightforward. I'd been thinking about it for the last two days. It was the same with the 'all-hands' announcement to Durolitum's staff. I could see that there were a few surprised faces when I announced that I'd be stepping in for Daniel, but no public dissent at least. Besides, it was only temporary. By the afternoon, calls were coming in from the financial press and investors however and Mary had begun scheduling calls in my diary next week to answer their questions.

The last major task I had to do that Friday was talk to Lynne again and so, as people were beginning to leave for the weekend, I asked her into the office and offered her a seat.

"I've asked Mary to look after my diary for the time being," I told Lynne. "I think she's a bit lost without Daniel."

"I understand," Lynne replied. "She is the most senior P. A. after all."

"Thomas is resigning," I added. "Keep it to yourself but he's been poached."

"He only just got here," Lynne laughed.

"More money it seems," I said. "It's a shame. It leaves me with a hole on the New Technology side."

"Do you want me to start a recruitment process. See who's out there?"

"No." I said hesitating a little before making my suggestion. "I've been thinking about this for a while but I wasn't sure how to progress it. I had thought about asking want you to become my head of projects but with Thomas gone I'd like to ask you to do his job."

"Are you being serious, Steven?"

"I made a mistake hiring Thomas. Charles convinced me that I needed someone who'd been to the right school. But I don't, I need someone clever who I can trust, and that's you."

"But I've not been to university or anything like that."

"Neither has Daniel. And he's done ok for himself," I replied. "Look, I know you might not have all the skills Thomas has but I can get you help from Charles and we can hire people to work for you. That girl, Amelie the business student, you can have her for starters and if you need particular skills then we can send you on courses. But I need someone who can make things happen and that's what you're good at."

"Would this be temporary or permanent?"

"I'd like it to be permanent. But, if after six months you're not happy then I promise you can have your old job back. I would rather have you on my management team though."

"Will HR mind promoting a secretary like that?" Lynne asked.

"It won't be a problem. I am CEO after all."

"And you're ok with me being a lesbian?"

"You never told me that," I joked. "But seriously. It's never been a problem for anyone you work with, has it?"

"I guess not," Lynne conceded. "I should speak to Siobahn first."

"I understand. Of course."

"Oh fuck it, Who am I kidding. I'm going to say yes anyway."

***

When I got home on Friday, the house was as empty as it had been the night before. I called the hotel in Jamaica and this time Lesley picked up.

"How's Daniel?" I asked.

"He's good. They're moving him to Miami on Monday," she told me. "How was your day?"

I told Lesley everything that had happened, in order that she could then relay it on to Daniel.

"Where are you now?" she asked afterwards.

"At home. It's very quiet here. It doesn't feel right."

"Isn't there someone you could invite round. I don't mind if it's a girl."

"Everyone's in Aix with Carole," I laughed.

"I guess."

"I think I might stay at Daniel and Kate's from tomorrow. It's somewhere different."

"I think you should. Its nicer than our house and they have someone to do all the cleaning and washing too."

"I hadn't thought about that. Good point," I chuckled

"I wish I was there with you now."

"I really wish you were too."

Chapter 7

On Saturday morning I decided to visit my parents. I hadn't seen them in a while so there was a lot to catch up on. As usual my mum did most of the talking while my dad and I contributed when required. We had a pint and a bar snack in the local pub at lunchtime then in the afternoon I drove to Richmond to visit Lesley's adopted parents, Michael and Claire Taylor. They were keen to know how Daniel was, but also how Lesley and Kate were holding up too.

When I got back to Wimbledon I packed a suitcase with some clothes and a few other personal bits I thought I might need at Daniel's house. I already had more than a few things there, the legacy of staying over most Sunday nights.

Before leaving Wimbledon, I called Carole just to see how things were going. It was full house at her villa in Aix and most of our friends would be there for the party that evening. Carole told me she planned to be back in England at the end of the week and asked if I minded Marcel staying with her in Wimbledon. I told her he was more than welcome.

Daniel's South Kensington mansion hadn't been lived in for three weeks but, when I walked through the door, it smelled like it had been freshly cleaned, which of course it probably had. Daniel employed a 'live-out' housekeeper who kept everything in order. I'd met her a couple of times but didn't really know her as she tended to be around on weekdays only. I made a note to call and let her know what was happening.

Although the house was magnificent, it still felt as empty as the one in Wimbledon. I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for myself as I rattled around it on a Saturday night. I thought about going out for fish and chips but, in the end, couldn't work up the enthusiasm. When Lesley called I must have sounded a bit disconsolate.

"Just checking you're all moved in?" she asked.

"Pretty much," I told her.

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Probably watching the telly. I'm Billy-no-mates this weekend."

"Oh dear," Lesley laughed. "At least I've got Kate, although she's not the same as you and she whines a lot too."

"I heard that," Kate shouted in the background.

I told Lesley about my day and how everyone had sent their good wishes to her, Kate and Daniel. Then Lesley told me that, all being well, they planned to do the bypass operation on the Wednesday or Thursday.

"That sounds like progress," I told her.

"It is and it'll be a relief for Kate and I to get back to civilisation. Jamaica's nice, but only for a holiday really."

We ended the call, telling each other how much we loved them and agreed to at talk the same time the following night. I looked in the fridge to see what I could eat. Unsurprisingly there was very little but I did find a pizza in the freezer compartment so I stuck it in the oven. While I was waiting for it to cook, I flicked through the channels to see what was on television. If you weren't around in the 80's then you have no idea how little choice there was back then.

Fortunately, Daniel's house was well stocked with alcohol but, having considered the alternatives, I settled on a can of lager. It was probably the only realistic accompaniment for a frozen pizza. Then with the pizza in my lap and lager in my hand I settled down to watch 'The Two Ronnies' on television. Being CEO of a venture capital company wasn't all it was cracked up to be, it seemed.

The two Ronnies ended at nine and I'd switched over to Channel 4 when the doorbell rang. I considered not answering, but it might have been important and so reluctantly I got up. When I opened the front door, Jemima Puttiford stood in front of me, dressed casually in jeans and a Ralph Lauren shirt, overnight bag in hand.

"Duck!" I said, calling her by her nickname. "I thought you were in Aix?"

"I was going to be but, when I heard you and Lesley had gone to Jamaica, I decided against it. Other than Carole, I don't really know many of your friends."

"I see."

"Are you going to invite me in Steven?" Jemima asked inquiringly in that posh voice of hers, "Or are you hiding a woman in there?"

"Sorry," I fumbled, letting Jemima in and closing the door behind her.

"Now what about a kiss?" she asked cheekily.

"Of course," I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

Holding Jemima was like holding a piece of priceless porcelain. You felt privileged to touch her but at the same time she was so light and so delicate you were afraid you might damage her. How she stayed so thin, yet so healthy, I didn't really understand. I guess it had to do with those upper-class genes of hers.

"That's more like it," she told me afterwards.

"How did you know I was here?"

"How do you think?"

"Lesley," I said, the answer dawning on me.

"She called me earlier, said you were all on your own and suggested that while she was away I might like to be your temporary wife. So here I am."

"I see."

"I thought we could go to the pub if you like."

"That's music to my ears!"

***

I'd first met Jemima when we were both freshers at Uni'. We'd been what I'd guess you'd call friends-with-benefits. We weren't exclusive though and, frankly, Jemima did a lot better than me when it came to hooking up. She'd always had a thing for athletic guys. Fortunately for me, I fitted into that category, but then so had most of the guys on the football and rugby teams as well. I knew she'd fucked my best mate at Uni', Buster, at least once.

Jemima was different from the other girls I'd managed to hook up with though. For a start, she was posh. She also made no secret of the fact that she was engaged, to a guy called Miles, whose family owned a merchant bank. Back then he lived in New York and wasn't coming home any time soon, so the two of them had agreed to an open relationship.

Most hook-ups in our social group at Uni' happened on a Saturday night. They were usually short-lived liaisons, with both parties going their separate ways before breakfast on Sunday. With Jemima it was different though. Neither of us was in a hurry to leave the next day and we'd often go out to a pub for Sunday lunch. I'd drive us in my Mini and she'd pay for lunch. I'm embarrassed to admit that I used to let her buy me some groceries at the local supermarket on the way back. Things were a bit tight for me back then. Jemima could afford it but I still felt bad about it. Just not bad enough to refuse, I guess.

Jemima dropped out of her course at the end of the second year and went back to London to study interior design. I'd already started seeing Lesley by then and if it hadn't been for Lesley pushing Buster for details about my past girlfriends that would have been an end to the story. However, Buster had told Lesley that Jemima now lived and worked in Chelsea and once Lesley knew this she couldn't help wanting to meet her. The two girls got on and it ended up with Lesley setting me up on a blind date with Jemima, while she was away in Scotland.

Sex with Jemima had been just like I remembered it. Enthusiastic. But Jemima had changed. Back at Uni' she'd been blessed with a confidence that only money and a top-notch private education could buy. In fact she could be quite demanding when she wanted to be. But now it didn't take much to see there was a vulnerability to her. Being on her own, with Miles still away (now in Hong Kong) seemed to have taken its toll on Jemima and, since leaving full time education, her sex life had dwindled.

It didn't take a genius to see that Jemima was a bit lonely and Lesley, being Lesley, had taken it upon herself to fix this. Not just for Jemima, or for me, but also for her adopted parents, because Jemima and Miles had a connection to Ophelia, the daughter they'd lost.

***

Back in the eighties you could still find a proper pub around Kensington and Chelsea if you knew where to look. Fortunately Jemima did. She opted for a glass of wine while I had a pint of London Pride. As I took my first sip I realised it was the first proper pint of beer I'd had in ages.

"Mmm that tastes good," I sighed after taking another, larger, mouthful.

"So tell me everything that's happened since I last saw you," Jemima demanded.

There was a lot to tell. The last time I'd seen Jemima was before Lesley and I had set off for America. So I explained about finishing the Iris contract, visiting Mark and Astrid Walmsley in New York, Annecy with Daniel and Kate and after that Munich, on to Carole in Aix then going on a road trip to Florence before finally, making the trip to Jamaica.

"You two lead such exciting lives," Jemima said wistfully.

"How was Thailand with Miles?" I asked.

"It was ok," she replied then proceeded to tell me about all the places she and Miles had visited on their holiday.

"Sounds fantastic. Why was it just ok then?"

"With Miles we usually pick up from where we left off, as if we'd never been apart. This time it was different. He was distant. The sex wasn't as good as it usually is and to be I honest I really needed it to be."

"Did you talk to him about it?"

"No. I should have but I was worried what he might say."

"If there's one thing Lesley and I have learned it's that talking is important."

"He's coming back to England for work in a few weeks' time. Perhaps if things are still off I'll ask him then. He was hoping to meet you by the way."

"He doesn't want to kill me or anything like that does he?"

"Of course not," Jemima laughed. "Why would he want to do that?"

"Well I have shagged his fiancé quite a few times."

"You're safe," Jemima chuckled. "In fact I think he wants to thank you, and Lesley of course."

"What for?"

"For volunteering to look after my sex life."

I'd forgotten about that. Before going on our holidays Lesley had offered to manage Jemima's sex life for her and Jemima had readily agreed.

"So this temporary wife thing, did Lesley explain what it might entail?"

"Well," Jemima said lowering her voice and looking round to check that no one was eavesdropping, "apart from looking after your needs, obviously, Lesley thought you might like to show me what the two of you get up to."

I wondered how much Jemima knew of what we got up to but I must have taken too long to reply because, as I considered this, I watched as Jemima's confidence dissolved in front of me.

"Of course, if you don't want to do that," she blurted out embarrassed by her own forwardness.

"It's not that, Duck," I said, giving her leg a reassuring squeeze. "I was just thinking. I mean have you and Miles done anything like this before?"

"No," Jemima admitted. "Apart from you and Lesley, my experience is pretty much limited to Miles and a lot of one-night stands with boys at Uni. Since then I sort of lost my mojo."

"But Miles is ok with you doing this?"

"He is. He's seeing this girl in Hong Kong. I think they do this sort of thing a lot, but we don't talk about it."

"And do you have anything in mind that you'd like to do?"

"Maybe go to clubs or parties, have threesomes, orgies, experiment with my sexuality, get a bit kinky. I think I'm a bit of an exhibitionist deep down. But really, I just want to have a bit of fun, Steven."

"That's a lot to get through in three weeks," I chuckled.

"So is that a yes?" Jemima asked hopefully.

"It is."

Jemima gave me a big hug and a kiss that that had the other patrons in the bar turning round to look at us.

"Thank you," she said.

Chapter 8

We finished our drinks and made our way back to Daniel's house through neighbourhoods that reeked of money and privilege. Each of the squares of town houses had their own tree lined park at the centre. The gates to the parks were always locked though, with signs saying 'Residents Only' and iron railings guarding the perimeter.

"It's a shame," I said to Jemima as we walked past one of the gated entrances. "These open spaces should be for everyone, not just the wealthy."

"Still the same old Steven," Jemima observed.

"I don't think I am though, Duck. Sometimes I wonder what my parents must think of me."

"I imagine they're very proud," she replied.

Then, with the grace of someone who weighed little more than a bag of feathers, Jemima scaled the railings of the gardens, landing cat-like on the other side.

"Come on," she said, "Let's reclaim this space for the proletariat."

I hoisted myself up and over the railings, taking care to avoid the cast iron spikes on the top then jumped down. The park was nothing special really, a mixture of mature trees and shrubs with a well-manicured lawn at the centre. But it was an oasis of calm for the privileged few in a crowded city.

We walked over to a bench and sat down, taking in the late evening tranquillity. Jemima rested her hand on my leg and before long we were kissing.

"Do me now, Steven," she whispered.

I could feel her body shaking with nerves. I didn't want there to be the slightest hint of rejection on my part, so I got to work undoing the buttons of her shirt immediately, then slipped my hand underneath to feel her petite breasts. Jemima sighed as she tugged desperately at my jeans, undoing the fly then pushing a hand inside my pants. I felt her grab hold of my cock and tug at it enthusiastically. So enthusiastically in fact that she was in danger of pulling the thing right off.

"Gently," I whispered.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, then asked, "How do you want me?"

"There's time for that," I told her. "Let's take things slowly."

"Sorry," she said again.

"Relax, Duck," I told her. "You've got a great body. I just want to explore it a bit first."

She seemed reassured by my words and I felt some of Jemima's tension dissipate as we began to kiss again. I reached down to undo her jeans and she helped me pull them down to her knees so that I could finger her a little while she stroked my cock. She had her tongue almost down the back of my throat and I could feel her getting moist. We must have been lost in our own little world of passion for five minutes or so but then, suddenly I felt Jemima's body stiffen.

"What is it?" I asked breaking off our kiss.

"There's a man watching us," she whispered.

When I turned around I saw a smartly dressed older gentleman, standing on the path around five yards away from us. He must have been at least seventy. In one hand he had a dog lead and in the distance I could see a spaniel snuffling in the undergrowth. I guessed he must have been one of the square's residents.

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "We shouldn't be here."

It was difficult to make ourselves look respectable at short notice. Both of us had our jeans around our knees and Jemima's shirt was wide open

"I was just walking my dog when I noticed you, "the gentleman explained then, chuckling, he added, "I hope you didn't mind me watching for a moment... Anyway, I'll bid you good evening and apologies for the intrusion."

The gentleman had been very courteous given the circumstances and I was about to thank him for his understanding when Jemima said something that caught me completely by surprise.

"You could come and sit on the bench with us," she offered. "Then you can watch some more if you like."

"Nothing would give me greater pleasure young lady," he replied. "Alas, my dog will be whining to go home soon."

"Oh I see," Jemima said, slightly disappointed.

"Unless, of course, I could persuade you both to come back with me. I do have alcohol and something a little more comfortable than a park bench at home. I'm just over there," he said, pointing at a building in the square.

"What do you say?" Jemima asked me.

"If you want to," I told her.

"Then yes. You could persuade us," Jemima confirmed.

"Splendid, I'm Peregrine by the way and the dog's called Pip. Follow me."

Jemima and I quickly made ourselves respectable then followed Peregrine and his dog out of the park. It was a relief not to have to climb over the railings again but the relief was outweighed by the uncertainty as to what Jemima was getting us into. I could see she was excited though, in fact I'd have gone as far as to say that she'd got some of her mojo back.

While some of the old houses in the square were still complete and now housed the embassies of minor countries, or the offices of trade organisations, most had been converted into up market apartments. Peregrine lived in one of these and, after catching an elevator to the top floor, he ushered us into what was a spacious pad. The dog scurried off to its bed, leaving Peregrine to lead us through to the sitting room.

The room was like a time capsule with a lifetime's collection of exquisite furniture and antiques on display. The walls were festooned with oil paintings, but it was the framed photographs that caught your eye. They were mainly black and white, but a few were in colour.

"What would you like to drink?" Peregrine asked.

"Cognac, if you have it and I think Steven will have a whisky," Jemima replied confidently, speaking for both of us. "Do you mind if we take a look at your photographs?"

"Be my guest," Peregrine responded, as he retrieved bottles and glasses from a very ornate drinks cabinet.

The photos were a testament to a life well lived. There were pictures of a young Peregrine racing cars and some of him standing by a Spitfire in his RAF uniform. There was even one of him shaking Winston Churchill's hand. Then there were later photographs of him with a beautiful young woman, probably taken in Europe. They showed them on yachts and in lavish houses.

"You flew Spitfires in the war?" I asked.

"From the Battle of Britain onwards," he replied. "That's Churchill awarding me the DFC. It was an exciting time. I never felt more alive than I did then, but I lost too many friends along the way and by the end of the war I'd had enough."

"Is the lady in the photos your wife?" Jemima asked.

"Yes. Although at the time she was somebody else's. It was all very scandalous back then but Virginia led a very bohemian lifestyle and I suppose I did too. She was an artist."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, she was," he said a little sadly, then added, "but life goes on and there are always new opportunities."

"Like tonight," Jemima chuckled.

"Like tonight," he repeated. "Shall we take our drinks through to the bedroom. If you still want to that is."

We followed Peregrine into his bedroom which wasn't at all what I'd expected from a man of his age. His bed was a dark oak four poster with a plush upholstered headboard and ornate carved pillars at each corner. On the walls were photographs and paintings of nudes. Some of which were unmistakably Peregrine's wife, but there were other women and a few men too.

"Why don't we pick up where we left off," Jemima suggested.

She climbed onto the bed and sat in the centre, resting her back against the headboard. Then she beckoned me to sit on her right.

"Peregrine. Would you like to sit on my other side?" she asked. "You should get a good view from there."

"It would be a pleasure," he replied.

Peregrine removed his jacket and tie then joined us and, once he was positioned on the bed, Jemima turned her attention to me.

"Now where were we?" she whispered as she went in for a kiss.

The moment our lips touched, I felt Jemima's fingers working at my fly and so I reciprocated, unbuttoning her blouse for the second time that evening. When I slipped my hand underneath, I caressed her tiny breasts through the delicate silk bra she was wearing. Her nipples were already like bullets and I couldn't help giving both of them a squeeze between my finger and thumb.

But Jemima was keen to progress and she pushed my hand down to her jeans. I unbuttoned the waist, then pulled down the zip but they were tight and with only one hand available I couldn't shift them down.

"Would you like to help Steven take my jeans off," Jemima asked Peregrine.

"Of course my dear," Peregrine chuckled.

Between the two of us, we managed to pull Jemima's jeans and silk panties down to her knees then I got up and finished the job off, removing them completely. To save having to get up again I took my own jeans and tee shirt off before getting back on the bed. Jemima's hand went straight for my cock and I noticed Peregrine watch intently as she wanked me.

Jemima was naked from the waist down now; her shirt open, revealing that skinny tummy of hers. I could see that she wanted to be rid of the rest of her clothes though and so I helped her off with her shirt then removed her bra. Undressed, Jemima was as thin and as pale as they came, But she was ever so pretty for it and her skin was flawless. Given the size of her breasts, her erect nipples were enormous and I couldn't help suckling on them. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jemima's hand move over to Peregrine's crotch and when she found no resistance she undid the waistband on his trousers and slipped her hand inside.

"You really do need to be naked too, Peregrine," she told him in that authoritative tone of hers, after a few moments,.

"If you insist."

Peregrine got up off the bed and undressed himself. He was no longer the dashing young pilot or the playboy on a yacht that he'd been in the sitting-room photos. He still had the thin, wiry stature of his younger days, but his muscle had wasted and the skin sagged from his arms and his belly. Liver spots marked his skin and his body was covered in a light fuzz of white hair. A miniscule penis hung limply between his legs.

None of this appeared to matter to Jemima however and when Peregrine returned to the bed she got up and positioned herself at the other end, facing us. She gave me a look of complete confidence then bent down and proceeded to work Peregrine's tiny cock with her fingers until it was just about big enough to suck on.

I hadn't realised how far Jemima was prepared to go but somehow we'd moved from a quickie in the park to a threesome with a guy in his seventies. I wasn't sure how Jemima was going to feel about it in the morning, but right now, she was definitely in the zone.

When she'd coaxed life back into Peregrine's member, Jemima began switching between the two of us, putting on a show, licking and sucking our cocks and teasing our balls. Although it felt wrong, it was strangely arousing, seeing her fellate a pensioner.

Then, without warning, she straddled Peregrine's hips and I watched transfixed as she lowered herself onto the old man's cock. Then, slowly, she began to ride him. He grabbed hold of her legs as she gently bobbed up and down on his member.

"Come here," Jemima told me, looking very pleased with herself. "Let me suck you."

I had to stand up on the bed to be at the right height for Jemima to be able to do this, but using the headboard for support I positioned myself to her side and let her suck on me while she continued to ride Peregrine, teasing her own clitoris as she did. I reached down and played some more with her nipples, squeezing them hard this time. I'd gone a little soft while I'd been watching the two of them fuck but Jemima's enthusiastic sucking soon had me stiff again.

"Now do me, Steven," she instructed, lifting herself off Peregrine and getting on all fours.

Jemima positioned herself on the bed such that she could suck Peregrine's cock while I fucked her doggy fashion from behind. Peregrine had made her nice and moist for me and my shaft slipped in with ease. It had been a few weeks since we'd last fucked and I began by moving slowly in and out of her, reacquainting myself with her pussy. Then, after a while, I began to fuck her more forcefully. I watched as she sucked on Peregrine's cock while he pawed at her tiny breasts.

Jemima was on heat and in no time at all she was experiencing her first orgasm. When she could no longer contain herself, she stopped sucking Peregrine and buried her head against his hairy stomach. She gripped onto his hips for support as she came while he cradled her head in his hands.

I continued to fuck Jemima until I was sure her orgasm had passed then pulled out and lay back on the bed. She then lay in-between us the two of us again and sighed contentedly then turned and kissed me. I could taste Peregrine's salty pre-cum on her lips but before long she broke off our kiss then turned to Peregrine and kissed the old man too. As grotesque as the image of the two of them kissing was I was turned on by it all the same.

"May I?" Peregrine asked, moving a hand down to Jemima's pussy.

I'm not sure what Jemima thought he had in mind but she agreed anyway. Peregrine lifted himself up and moved to the end of the bed. Jemima opened her legs for him and he positioned himself between them then lowered his face onto her pussy.

Jemima turned to me and we kissed again while I played with her breasts some more.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" I checked.

"I'm having the best time," she replied, loudly enough for Peregrine to hear.

Then, as we continued to kiss, I felt Peregrine's hand stroking my balls. It wasn't entirely unpleasant though, in fact it was quite expertly done. I didn't want to spoil things for everyone, so I let him fondle me as he mouthed Jemima. Of course it wasn't long before Peregrine, emboldened by my acceptance, turned his attention towards me and soon enough I felt his lips around my cock and his tongue teasing its head.

I've always maintained that, blindfolded, you'd be hard pushed to tell the difference between a guy and a girl sucking you. Provided they knew what they were doing of course. The idea of being sucked by a guy did nothing special for me but as long as they didn't expect the favour to be returned I was just about ok with it.

Jemima looked down to see why she wasn't getting any attention and seeing what was happening she immediately wanted to join in. She picked herself up and turned her body around so that she and Peregrine could share my cock between them. In this position I could now finger her pussy while I watched the two of them take turns sucking on me. Occasionally they stopped to kiss each other and once again, as grotesque as it was, I couldn't help being turned on by the spectacle.

Jemima whispered something to Peregrine, giggling as she did, then she lay on her back resting her head on my legs, close enough to my balls that she could still play with them if she wanted. Peregrine climbed onto her, mounting Jemima missionary style. Then the two of them began to kiss again. I couldn't help being a voyeur once more but what I hadn't expected was that both of them would turn their attention to me as they fucked. When they stopped kissing, Jemima began to mouth my balls and wank the base of my shaft, while Peregrine sucked my cock like a pro. I didn't know whether to close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure or keep them open and continue watching the show.

I watched for a while. The spectacle of the old man fucking sweet Jemima was just too much to miss out on, but in the end I had to close my eyes and give in to my own need for relief. It didn't take long. I heard Peregrine sigh as he emptied his load into Jemima then the two of them put all of their effort into bringing me to orgasm and soon I was emptying my own load into Peregrine's mouth.

Chapter 9

When I opened my eyes Jemima and Peregrine were snowballing my cum between their mouths. When they'd finished, Jemima moved back up the bed to share the fruits of their labour with me. It was a move that Lesley was also keen on, so I was used to it, although it didn't do a lot for me.

"Could I use your bathroom?" Jemima asked Peregrine when we'd finished.

"Of course my dear," he replied pointing towards the en-suite. "I'll fix us some drinks. What can I get you."

"Just a soft drink would be good," Jemima replied. "I'm quite thirsty."

I nodded in agreement, keen to get rid of the taste of my own cum.

Peregrine left to fix the drinks while Jemima went to the bathroom, leaving me to reflect on the evening's events and in particular Jemima's reaction to them. It had been good to see her so confident again.

When Jemima re-appeared she smelled fragrant and when she gave me a quick peck on the lips I could taste toothpaste. I took my turn in the bathroom, taking a quick pee then giving myself a quick towel wash. Finally, like Jemima, I squeezed out a bit of toothpaste and rubbed it round my mouth then returned to the bedroom.

Jemima and Peregrine were sitting on the bed, drinking Coke and leafing through a photograph album.

"Peregrine was showing me some photos of Anne." Jemima told me then, turning to Peregrine, she said, "She's beautiful."

"Thank you," Peregrine chuckled. "Photography has always been a hobby of mine and Anne was a very willing subject."

I sat next to Jemima as she leafed through the album and was surprised to discover that the photographs, a mixture prints and Polaroid instant photos, were all nudes.

"You developed the prints yourself?" I asked. "The quality is excellent."

"I had to, I couldn't trust anyone else to do it," he replied. "The quality isn't as good but, in a way, I prefer the Polaroids though. I used to be an architect and was never without my trusty instant camera, which is why a lot of the more candid ones are Polaroids"

Jemima continued leafing through the album as he spoke.

"Of course these are just some of the safer photos we took," Peregrine teased.

Jemima took the bait.

"Could we see the others?" she asked.

"I don't see why not," he told her.

Peregrine got off the bed, opened a closet door and pulled out a couple of photo albums from what seemed like a much larger collection. He put one on the nightstand and handed Jemima the other.

I'd taken plenty of photos of Lesley that I wouldn't have wanted developed at the local chemist but Peregrine's were on a different level altogether. The albums appeared to be a record of his wife's swinging career and the photos were as explicit as anything you could find on the internet today. Most were of her being fucked by a variety of men, although there were some of her with women too.

One page of the album particularly caught my eye. There were two photos on it. The first was of Anne on her knees with three men standing in front of her. She had two of their cocks in her mouth while she wanked the third. The second photo was of her smiling face, covered in cum. At the time it had been taken she was probably in her twenties, looking fresh faced and innocent. A bit like Jemima really.

The second album must have moved on a few years. Anne had filled out a bit now, turning into a very attractive, slightly older woman. Jemima continued to leaf through the catalogue of Peregrine's wife's exploits until she stopped on a page that showed Anne bent over the end of a four-poster bed. Her legs were spread wide by ankle cuffs tied to the feet of the bed while her arms were similarly shackled to the pillars at its head. The result was that she was both bent over and spread eagled at the same time. The photo must have been taken by a third party though, because Peregrine was also in the picture, spanking Anne's backside with a leather paddle.

The next photo was of Anne, still tied to the bed, but in a different position. Now she knelt on its mattress at the end of the bed with her hands tied above her head to the tops of the pillars. She was using them to support herself as a younger man fucked her from behind. Anne stared directly into the camera with an expression of pure lust. She was definitely no longer the innocent she'd been in her younger days.

"Were those taken on this bed?" Jemima asked, curiously.

"Actually they were. You can still see the eyes for the shackles," Peregrine confirmed pointing at brass rings protruding from several places around the bed. "Anne used to like being tied up. She was a confident woman but she enjoyed being on display and she liked to submit. And I guess I found my vocation as the dominant one."

"But it's not the same room is it?"

"No. Back then we used to have a weekend house in the Cotswolds. Somewhere we could relax with friends, away from prying eyes. When I sold the house I brought the bed back here. It has a lot of memories associated with it."

"Did you bring back all the bondage gear too?"

"Oh yes. If you look over there you'll see the bondage bench we used to use and there's a hook in the ceiling for a pulley too," he said pointing up upwards.

I could see the penny drop in Jemima's mind.

"So, you still use it?"

"As I say. I found my vocation," Peregrine explained. "I advertise my services in a few publications and there's something of a demand for it, it seems."

"Do you get many takers?" Jemima asked.

"You'd be surprised. I get all sorts; couples, singles. Many just want to try it. A few find they enjoy it and keep coming back. Unlike my competition, I don't need the money ad so I don't charge for my services."

"You're probably getting more sex than me," Jemima laughed. The she added boldly, "Would you tie me up?"

"I think you would have to ask your young man if he was ok with that first."

"Steven's not really my young man," Jemima giggled. "Although I am his temporary wife, so he could be I guess. What do you think Steven?"

"If you want to. Although I don't have much experience at this," I admitted.

"You know, couples come to me wanting to try BDSM but needing guidance. So I show them what to do. Don't worry, we won't do anything too advanced, I promise."

Secretly, I had to admit that Peregrine's offer had merit. For a long time Lesley had wanted me to be kinkier in the bedroom and I'd been rubbish at it. Maybe this was an opportunity to learn.

"Ok," I agreed

"Do you still have your camera?" Jemima asked Peregrine

"Yes."

"So we could take some photos too?" Jemima added.

"Of course," he agreed.

"As long as you get to keep them," I told Jemima, just so everyone was clear.

"That goes without saying," Peregrine reassured us.

"Then let's do it," Jemima determined, eagerly.

"I'll just fetch the camera," Peregrine said climbing off the bed.

Peregrine hurried out of the room leaving Jemima and I sitting on the bed, naked.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"I am. It's got me really horny, Steven" she replied. Then, teasing my cock with her fingers, she added, "and judging by that erection it's got you pretty horny too."

Peregrine returned with an instant camera and several packs of film. Little explanation was needed, it was just 'point and shoot'. Then, from underneath the bed he pulled out a large wooden chest crammed full of restraints and sex toys.

"The tools of my trade," he chuckled.

Delving into the chest he pulled out some leather wrist and ankle cuffs, a pulley and rope, and a spreader bar, laying them on the bed next to Jemima.

"If you want to put the cuffs on your young lady, Steven, I think we'll start off with the rope and pulley."

I straddled Jemima's tummy and she offered me her wrists to shackle. The cuffs were made of thick leather with a soft padded lining and looked big on Jemima's thin wrists. I turned round and repeated the process on her ankles as I watched Peregrine attaching a rope and pulley to a ring screwed into a joist in the ceiling.

"If you're ready," Peregrine asked Jemima, beckoning her over to where he was standing.

"I am," Jemima confirmed excitedly almost jumping off the bed in her haste to begin.

"Now, before we start you need to choose a safe-word," Peregrine advised. "Something that you'll be sure to remember."

"How about Puddleduck," Jemima suggested.

"Ah. A Beatrix Potter fan," he chuckled. "Now, any time you want us to stop, just say 'Puddleduck' and we will. Alright?"

"Ok."

"Then let's begin. Steven, will you attach the spreader bar to Jemima's ankles while I lift her arms up?"

Jemima opened her legs wide to allow me to clip the ends of the spreader bar to her ankle cuffs while Peregrine clipped the wrist cuffs together then hoisted her hands above her head with the rope and pulley. He tied the other end of the rope to the foot of the bed, leaving Jemima exposed in the middle of the room. I couldn't help but take a photo of her while Peregrine removed a flogger and a riding crop from the chest and handed me the flogger.

"A lot of people think submitting is about pain," he began. "It isn't. It's about excitement of handing control to someone else. Someone you trust."

Peregrine ran the riding crop up one of Jemima's thighs until he reached her pussy. He gave her labia a few taps with the end of the crop, then delivered a sharper blow, causing Jemima to draw breath.

"It's also about anticipation," he chuckled "Not knowing what's coming or when. Now why don't you have ago."

The flogger was made from tens of leather strands that swished when I gently flicked it over Jemima's bottom. She jiggled her cheeks for me and so I did it again, but harder this time.

"You can give it a bit more welly than that, Steven," Jemima laughed, taunting me. And so I did, hard.

I'd never been that harsh with Lesley, or Suzy for that matter, despite knowing that they both wanted me to. Jemima let out a squeal of surprise as the flogger stung her backside this time.

"Again," Peregrine instructed.

The second stroke was, if anything harder than the first and Jemima might have squealed again had Peregrine not sealed her mouth with a kiss while he pushed a hand up into her vagina. I gave her one more lash and saw her body jerk silently in response as she kissed Peregrine full-on, grinding her pussy onto the old man's hand.

It was tempting to deliver a couple more lashes, I was getting a taste for it but I also wanted to capture the moment on camera. Peregrine had an erection now and was rubbing himself up against Jemima. It was as horny as it was disgusting.

When he broke free from her, Jemima had a wanton look on her face. As if she craved satisfaction and had been tied up for everyone else's safety as much as anything.

Peregrine retrieved a Magic Wand vibrator and some lubricant from the chest along with a shiny steel butt plug. He plugged the vibrator's power cord into a wall socket and offered it to me then, smearing the butt plug with lube he walked up behind Jemima who stuck her backside out as much as she could to receive her 'gift'. It took a while for him to loosen her anus sufficiently for the steel plug to disappear inside her but eventually it did. I lubricated the bulbous head of the magic wand, turned it on 'low' and then knelt in front of Jemima and pressed it against her clitoris.

Returning to the chest again Peregrine retrieved a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain which he reached around from behind and placed on Jemima's bullet like nipples. She winced as the clamps bit down on her flesh then grunted like an animal. I turned the vibrator up to high as Peregrine began using the crop on the backs of her legs.

Jemima was already in a heightened state of arousal and it didn't take long before her hips were bucking like a rodeo bull in response to the wand's powerful vibrations. Tied as she was, there was no way she could get relief however and soon the vibrator and her legs were covered in her ejaculate. It just kept on pouring out of her.

All the time Peregrine was whipping the backs of her legs hard and I could see how much she was twisting and turning to try and avoid the next sting of the crop.

"Puddleduck, puddleduck," she cried out eventually then, laughing, added, "I'm sorry I can't take any more."

"Do you want us to stop?" Peregrine asked in a kindly manner.

"Not completely," she replied. "I just need a bit of a break."

"Perhaps it's time for a different position then," he suggested.

Peregrine loosened off the rope that held up Jemima's wrist while I unclipped the spreader bar from her legs, then the two of us guided her to the bed, where Peregrine arranged her as Anne had been in the photo. Jemima knelt at the end of the bed, looking out, with her wrists tied to the top most corners of the four-poster.

"I think it's time to feel a cock inside you," Peregrine suggested, beckoning me towards the bed while he stood in front of Jemima.

"No. You go first," I told him.

Peregrine looked more than happy at being invited to fuck Jemima once more. He knelt behind her on the bed and slipped his cock straight in. There was no need to check she was sufficiently lubricated, the vibrator had seen to that. He grabbed her hips purposefully and began to fuck her.

I took a couple of polaroids of Jemima, tied to the bed and taken from behind, then unclipped the nipple clamps and began to swish the flogger over her tummy and breasts. I never thought I'd have enjoyed whipping another woman, even if the strokes were light, but doing it now gave me such a hard-on. Every so often I'd add in a harder lash that would cause her to wince, but when her flesh began to turn red I thought I'd better stop.

Putting the flogger down I stood in front of Jemima clasped her head firmly by the back of the neck then kissed her. Jemima was like a bitch on heat and forced her tongue into my mouth. I could feel the jolts going through her body as peregrine forced himself into her, over and over, until suddenly he slowed and I heard him grunt. When he pulled out I forced four fingers up into Jemima's creamy vagina and hand fucked her for a while. Then, once Peregrine had moved out of the way I took his place on the bed.

As much as I was fond of fucking a woman after another man had cum in her, Jemima's pussy wasn't my end goal that evening. But it was too much of a temptation to miss out on and so I fucked her for a while before pulling out again. Then, taking hold of the end of the butt plug I eased it out of Jemima's anus and replaced it with my cock. Grabbing her lovely chestnut locks I pulled her head back so that she was staring up at the ceiling then began to fuck her in the arse.

Peregrine, who had been taking some more polaroids picked up the Magic Wand again and began working on Jemima's pussy again. He knew what he was doing though. Neither of us wanted anal sex to be painful for her and so he placed the wand such that I could feel the vibrations in my balls. Otherwise, it could have taken me all night to cum. But this way I was emptying myself in Jemima's rectum within minutes.

When we released Jemima from her bondage she looked exhausted but triumphant. Peregrine offered her the use of his shower but she declined, opting for a quick clean then shower back at Daniel's.

"Thank you for letting me join in," Peregrine said when she'd gone to the bathroom.

"No problem," I told him. "Thank you for teaching us."

"You're very welcome," he replied. "Here is my card if you ever feel like contacting me again."

When Jemima returned, she looked more presentable. She leafed through the Polaroids and you could see she was pleased with them. Gathering them up she handed one of them back to Peregrine. It showed her tied to the bed, her head bowed so that her face was obscured, while Peregrine fucked her from behind.

"This one is for you," she told him. "I hope you enjoyed fucking me."

Chapter 10

It was gone ten o'clock before I woke up on Sunday. Saturday night ended up being a very late one and it had been the small hours of the morning before we'd left Peregrine's apartment. Jemima had still been on a high when we'd got back to the house and she'd virtually demanded to be fucked again, which of course I'd done, pinning her arms behind her head and fucking her vigorously.

Now, she was fast asleep and looking angelic, as if nothing had ever happened.

I crept out of the bedroom, put on my running gear then went for a run to clear my head. As I ran I couldn't help thinking about the previous night. My brain was full of conflicting emotions; exhilaration, fascination, shame and guilt to name but a few of them. I thought about running back to the square where we'd met Peregrine walking his dog to see what it looked like in the daylight, but the thought of accidentally bumping into him put a stop to that. So I ran for about an hour and built up a sweat instead.

When I got back to the house Jemima was in the kitchen making some coffee. She had on a plain white cotton robe that ended just below her bottom giving a great view of her willowy legs. When she saw me she stopped what she was doing and looked at me guiltily.

"Can I have a hug?" she asked.

"I'm a bit sweaty," I told her.

"I don't care."

"If you take your robe off, you won't have to wash it," I told her cheekily.

Jemima didn't hesitate, letting her robe fall to the floor then squeezing herself against me and burying her head in my shoulder. I felt her body shaking again and so I held her tightly.

"You don't think I'm a slut do you?" she said.

"Of course not. Why?" I asked.

"Because of what I did last night."

"Seriously, I don't think you're a slut," I reassured her. "Lesley's been trying to get me to do stuff like that for ages."

I could see that the fact I'd done something with her that I hadn't done with Lesley appealed to Jemima. Girls could be like that, always keeping score.

"You've never fucked me in the arse before," she giggled.

"You never asked me to," I joked.

Jemima relaxed her grip on me and stood back so that we could look at each other.

"I surprised myself last night. I didn't think I had it in me to be so depraved," she admitted.

"I got really turned on watching you," I told her. "I guess can be a bit of a voyeur at times and you certainly put on a show. But I enjoyed being dominant with you too."

"So you'd do it again?"

"Definitely."

"With me?"

"Of course."

She seemed reassured by this.

"I don't regret what I did last night either," Jemima admitted. "I'm just not sure I'd want other people knowing about it. I mean, how many girls my age have fucked a seventy-year-old guy."

"Perhaps we should keep it to ourselves," I suggested.

"Could we?" Jemima asked. "I mean I know you and Lesley don't have any secrets from each other, but nobody else, please. I'm not sure what Miles would make of it to be honest. We don't really share what we get up to."

"Of course."

"We did have fun though, didn't we?" Jemima giggled. "Thank you for that."

"You're welcome," I told her. "So what do you fancy doing next?"

"Hmmm. I think definitely younger this time," she chuckled. "Someone our age. You know my type, fit. Maybe a couple, so you don't get bored of fucking me."

"I'll see what I can do," I told her...

To be continued...