All Tied Up

ALL TIED UP.

Hi, I'm Jeff, I'm writing this so that there is a record of how I got where I am, not how people think I got here.

You must know how when you are younger and people, (older people,) tell you to do more with your life, make something, do something to make your life better in the long term, have you been told that?

Yer, well I remember getting that little talk on lots of occasions, my answer then was yeah yeah yeah, soon, I'll just go out and have fun now, I'm too young to get tied down now.

Well here am I knocking on thirty... god, thirty seven next birthday, thirty seven, where did life go to?

I'd done my apprenticeship and became an electrician, it's the one thing I can say I've achieved in my life, I have a small business that does alright in a modest way, I'll never be rich, but I'll not be poor.

My dating life is... what best can be described as,... absolutely awful, or in less polite society shit, there I've said it, I know lots of my old mates said it, I mean I think, no I know that they are all married, most have at least one kid, and only two are on their second wife, so far, it seems lots of marriages end up being with the person and they have a second go with someone else, but me, I'm the bloke who all the girls, now women, went out with on one or two dates and dumped me and met their "one and only" straight away, I wouldn't mind so much if we had had a bit of time together, you know got to know each other, but only after one or two dates and then being dumped hurts, and as for sex, I'm not a virgin, but hell, how much sex do you think a man gets on a second date, I can tell you, it's not much.

But I can wear big boy pants and grin and bare it, what other choice do I have, pay for some by the hour? No that's not for me, I won't knock it as I've never tried it, and hope I never have to, so back to my story.

As I said, I did my apprenticeship with a local company, okay it wasn't one of the big ones, it was a man who had his wife as bookkeeper and answered the phone for him, so it was a close run thing that I was able to do everything that I needed to to get my certification, he, Bill and his wife Mary became friends as much as work colleagues, after I had finished my apprenticeship I stayed helping Bill for a year but he made it clear that I had to go somewhere else or set up on my own after that, I set up on my own, stupid? Lots said I was at least mad, but I've made a go of it as I said, Bill and I stayed friends and helped each other out when the job was too big or you just needed another pair of hands to move or hold something, it worked for us both.

We had socialised, attended weddings and on one occasion a funeral, but we didn't party together, a bit too big an age gap, but I had been to their house for dinners, and when I got my flat I had proved I wasn't the best cook in the world, but could make something that was palatable.

My life changed when in the middle of the day in the middle of a job Mary called me, Bill had had a heart attack, he wasn't likely to survive, I packed up as soon as I could, told my client what was happening and they were understanding and let me come back to finish when I could.

Bill didn't survive that evening, I sat with Mary for the afternoon until Gwen turned up at the hospital, Gwen was Bill's sister, Larry her husband, well he did what he was famous for, he showed up just as we were leaving after Bill had passed away and the paperwork that was needed on the night was all signed and put away, Larry wasn't there whenever he was wanted, I'd got used to it over the years, and so had everyone else I thought, but Bill dying must have been the final straw that broke Gwen, I'm not sure that I had ever heard a man swear so much, let alone a woman, she let rip at Larry, I didn't feel sorry for him, from what I had seen over the years and guessed at, he had other women and played around, but I was sure that his not being there for Gwen as Bill was dying, that was the end of him and Gwen.

Bill dying in hospital meant that it was easy to go ahead with the funeral, he wanted to be cremated, so two weeks later as we were waiting for the hearse Mary asked if I would help carry the coffin into the service, Larry was doing what Larry did, he wasn't there, which was the final final final nail in the marriage to Gwen.

The wake was just a sandwich and drink in a pub, nothing big, nothing lavish, just as Bill would have wanted, towards the end when people had started to make their way home Gwen came and found me.

"Jeff thanks for coming, and thank you for being such a great friend for Bill, he always said that you were a stand-up man, you were always the son he didn't have, and thank you for being here for me, that idiot I married promised he would be here to carry the coffin, but just like every other special occasion, he missed it, still I won't be in that situation again, he's toast, my divorce is on the way, whether he wants it or not," Gwen took a sip of the drink in her hand, it looked like she was thinking about something.

"Look Jeff, would you be a dear and meet Mary and me early next week?" I nodded. "There are one or two things we would like to discuss with you, see if we can come to some kind of agreement, can we leave it till next week, Mary and I just need to sort out the last little bits between us first," I said just to let me know when and where, she kissed my cheek, as she had to everyone else who had come to the pub, and we parted, shortly after I went home.

Three days later I received a text from Mary.

{Gwen and I were wondering if midday tomorrow would fit in with your work.}

I text back Okay.

The next day Mary let me in and I had to say she looked like she was holding up well, Gwen was bright and... well her normal self, Mary made a pot of tea and put a plate of sandwiches on the table.

"Help yourself Jeff, you don't want to miss lunch, I know you, I bet this is just your lunchtime and you'd not have anything to eat if you didn't while you're here,"

She knew me so well.

They chatted about nothing for a while, I could see they were nervous about something and waited for them to say whatever it was that was wrong.

We would like to make you a proposal, you live in your flat, you have trouble with storing materials and tools, and Bill always said that you were a nightmare about your paperwork, Gwen and I... we are going to move in together in her house, you could move into Bill's and mine, that would give you a safe storage place, a bigger home," I went to say something. "No, let me finish before you say anything, you can bring Bill's work in with yours, I could do the bookkeeping, answer the phone and everything else that needs to be dealt with, that would leave you with the work to sort out, it might even allow you to get help, you know, have an apprentice, or employ someone," Mary took a deep breath and looked at Gwen who was nodding at her.

I wasn't expecting that, I mean... but then my brain kicked into the real world, how would I pay for this, my flat was mortgaged, I didn't have a pot in the bank to just dip into, how could this work?

We sat and talked about it, after Mary made a second pot of tea Gwen dropped the mega bombshell, the idea that Mary had put out so far was a bombshell on its own, but when she said.

"Bill left you some money in his Will, we had talked about it before, we didn't think that it would be so soon, but you can buy into this, we could make it a business between the three of us, it would work, they put sheets of paper on the table, spreadsheets and forecasts and... they had thought this out, and by the look of it it wasn't just from when Bill died, it was to well put together, it was, well it was going to work if I said yes.

They insisted that I take the paperwork to my own person, get someone who wasn't attached to them in any way to prove that they weren't getting one over on me, their words, not mine, which I did, I don't believe about not looking gift horses in the mouth, I didn't want to be bitten by rotting teeth, no idea what I might catch, I didn't have much to start with, didn't want to lose that did I.

Six months after that lunch, I was moved in, sorting out Bill's past jobs that needed to be reviewed or some maintenance work that he was responsible for, Mary was right, I had had to take on an employee, we knew each other and he wanted to work for someone, not be self-employed, it works for us.

A year on it was as if it had always been this way, everything in my life was rosy, apart from that one thing, or two, sex, and a girlfriend, not in that order necessarily, I hadn't been lucky, not even a kiss that wasn't on the cheek.

"Jeff, what are you doing this weekend?" It was Gwen on one of her weekly visits to see Mary.

"Nothing I can think of, might wash the van, clean up the store, oh I might watch some bike racing on the box, what about you?"

We had had conversations like this on several occasions.

"It's just that I have a wedding that I have to attend, and it's a plus one do, would you be a dear and be my plus one?"

I wasn't doing anything, and Gwen wasn't asking me to marry her was she, a free bar and a dance or two, better than the box for another night.

"Yeah, why not, you sure you can't get someone better?" She laughed.

"I'll write the details down, I'll pick you up, give you a ride for once," I wagged my eyebrows at her. " Going to give me a ride are you, what all weekend?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her again.

We had had banta before, it didn't mean anything did it, I mean, Gwen was older than me, not by a lot, well I didn't think so, I was forty soon and guessed that Gwen might be forty five, six, five foot and a bit tall, nice legs and body, not that I had seen much of it, she wore trousers a lot of the time, her face was pretty, in my opinion that is, nothing stood out, she was fun to be around and seemed to know what she wanted now Larry was out of the picture, it should be a nice weekend.

Gwen picked me up on time, she wasn't late, Larry had made her uneasy to be late, we had a two hour journey where I got to see more of her legs than I had before, Gwen wore a short skirt and blouse, the skirt crept up her legs as she settled into her driving position, it wasn't a mini or anything, but as I said she wore trousers more often than not, the chat was simple and there were plenty of spaces where we were in our own thoughts.

The wedding venue was a big old hotel, it had been refitted recently and was bright and everything looked new, this was looking good to me.

As we registered at reception I had my first doubt about the weekend, I hadn't given a thought about sleeping arrangements, I breathed a big sigh of relief when we were given two keys, one to each of our rooms, why was I feeling like that? You might think I would be keen to get some sex, but we are talking about Gwen here, I didn't think of her like that, and... and, I was thinking I might, if I was lucky, (stop laughing,) I might be able to pick up a bridesmaid or at least a spare woman who had just enough to drink not to be able to see what a loser I was in the relationship department, I could hope couldn't I.

The wedding, had no excitement, meaning nobody said they had an objection to the marriage, ( I've always wanted to be at one of those for some odd reason, as long as it's not mine that is,) it went off as you would expect, the photographer took forever to take his snaps, everyone and I mean everyone was dying to sit down, have a drink and have something to eat, chat to the friends, family or just who you were sat at the table with.

After all that we had to get through the speeches, oh the joy of listening to so many people talking rubbish about the bride and groom, well I didn't know them, they weren't my friends after all.

But, it was a nice time with saying all that, I can moan about anything given half a chance.

The tables were cleared and put back to the sides, a dance floor was created, chairs were available in the bar area for those who didn't want to dance, it was far enough away from the music that you could actually talk without shouting at each other, the older set went straight there, I went to the bar with Gwen at first, she was invited to dance and went off with some man who had asked, I had a quick second coffee, the one at the table was lukewarm, I had a look into the dance floor, they were doing the modern thing, jigging around not touching, not my type of thing, I look like I'm being electrocuted when I do it so stay away, but the music changed a bit and Gwen saw me and pulled me onto the floor with her.

This was my type of music, I held her hand and we started to dance, I'm not that good a dancer, but I could hold my own, Gwen followed my lead and although she wasn't that good on her own she would follow my lead, I love the "Jive" style, and if I could get a woman that could dance it as well it looked great, Gwen did her best and went with me, she was laughing at the end of that record.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Before I could answer another woman cut in. "You don't mind if I take him away for a while?" She said this looking at Gwen as she led me back on the floor.

She could dance "Jive", we made a show of it and people moved away to get a look at us doing our thing, the DJ put a second then a third record on that allowed us to keep going, we backed off the dance floor for a rest and well needed drink.

"I'm Linda, thank you for that, it's been a long time for me, doing that," we talked sipping our drinks and went back to dance, I was swapped from woman to woman, it appeared that I was in demand as a dance partner, I wasn't the only man dancing by any means, but I was kept busy most of the night, but it was Linda that kept coming back for another dance, around midnight the music slowed down, Linda drew me into a hug as we danced around the floor, she was sensual, and then, me trying to back away from her, not wanting to offend her with my stiffening in my trousers she pulled my hips to her, grinding her crutch to my now throbbing manhood.

"My nipples are aching, they can't wait to be bitten and played with, my pussy is dripping, and I'm ready to be pounded into the mattress," Linda said into my ear as we ground together on the dance floor, I'm thinking I'm onto a winner here, better take her to my room now, then she just about killed me.

"I better go and find my husband before I let you satisfy me, thanks for the ego boost," a peck and I do mean a peck on the cheek and I watched her sway her hips in a totally sexual way off out of the room to go get hubby.

I was fuming, absolutely mad, at her at myself, at life, I went to the bar and had a double Scotch, downed it in one and went to my room.

For the last two and a half hours I had been led on by woman after woman, I was ready to burst and didn't want to make any more of a fool of myself as I had already.

I undressed and had a shower, I was going to take myself in hand but I was too mad to even do that, I'd dried off and got into bed when there was a knocking at the door, I was muttering to myself as I pulled the hotel gown on and opened the door.

Gwen was standing there looking angry, she pushed her way inside saying something to me.

"I've tried to explain that I'm with my husband, but he," she nodded at a young man in the hallway. "He insists that I'm single and he wanted to make sure I got to my room safely, what he wanted was to get into my panties, see, here's my husband now leave me alone," I had turned to the man as Gwen had started her tale, he started to blush looking between Gwen and me, he muttered and stuttered an apology and went off, I took a deep breath closed the door and turned to Gwen, I stopped still like a statue. Gwen was standing there in her underwear, her bra was pushing her breasts up and out, her panties,... well it was minuscule, I mean it covered just about her lips, well it would have if her lips weren't so big and hadn't swallowed the material.

"I took my dress off to show him I wasn't on offer to him, but I'm so horny," Gwen got on my bed, unclipped her bra and lay back.

"I'm sorry, but I just have to," her hands moved to pull the material out from between her pussy lips, one stayed there and started to stroke her clit, the other went to a breast and started to fondle it, her eyes closed and I stood there stiff like a statue, in more ways than one.

"We shouldn't have sex, but you can come nearer, it looks like you're as horny as I am, let's do it together, watch each other play,"

What the hell was I going to do? I'll tell you the gown hit the floor as I stepped up to Gwen, she was busy playing with herself and watched as I gripped my shaft, a smile spread across her face.

"This feels good doesn't it, you can come on me if you want," only in porn films had I seen a woman treating herself like Gwen was, she had three fingers in her pussy and then used the juices to lubricate her clit as she rubbed it raw, her nipples were hard as nails it looked, she pulled, twisted and abused each in turn and I stroked in a steady way, if I couldn't fuck a woman tonight, this was the second best thing.

"Come closer," I moved so I was standing between Gwen's legs, she put one foot on my shoulder and the other as wide as it would go.

"I'm close, I need you to use my nipples, I need both hands down here," Gwen looked at me licking her lips.

We shouldn't be doing any of this, I knew it, she knew it but we were too far gone to stop.

I grabbed a tit, squeezed it, flicked the nipple as she used both hands between her legs, one hand opened her outer lips as the other rubbed circles around her nub, it was sticking out looking very much like a small penis, I hadn't stopped stroking myself and I was so near.

"That's it come for me," I did, I came loads and loads, the first shot hit Gwen's nose, the second her lips and then each successive shot went less far, as she bucked and moaned in her climax.

I stood there panting, still holding her nipple in my hand, Gwen giggled.

"Looks like we both needed that," she licked the cum off of her nose and lips as best she could, giggled again.

"Be a dear, get a cloth to clean me up would you?" I went off to the bathroom.

I came back to find her in the same position and taking the panties right off, I don't know why I did it, but I used the cloth to clean the cum off of her, I worked my way down from her chin, ending up wiping between her pussy lips, I was in some sort of dream, I mean why was I standing between her legs wiping her pussy lips, and then I realised that I wasn't wiping, I was masturbating her and she was now doing the same to me.

"We shouldn't," but we did, I don't know if I moved forward or if Gwen pulled me, but I was balls deep in her thrusting, Gwen pulled me down to kiss her, then held a tit up for me to do whatever I could with the position we were in. I'd just come, so our mating, fucking, went on and on, Gwen had several climaxes of her own on the way to my second.

Did Gwen suggest it? Did I instigate it? Somehow Gwen was on her hands and knees as I thrashed in and out of her pussy from behind.

"Smack me, show me I'm a slut, make me like Larry always wanted, fuck this bitch hard," she screamed this last bit.

I don't think I could have gone any faster, or harder.

"Pull my hair," and then she was on her back, legs on my shoulders as I continued to pound her into the mattress nowhere near my climax, but near to my hip strength, I couldn't keep this pace up much longer.

There are gaps in my memory of this fight, because that was what it had turned out to be, a fight to satisfy her needs, a fight to do what she wanted. The next thing I remember was it was me on my back as she bounced up and down, like a kids toy on a spring, but she never let me drop out of her fire pit I was in, it was hot as hell, wet as the sea and gripped me like a too small rubber glove, I loved it.

Then as all good things do, it had to end, my climax was on its way, Gwen knew it, I knew it, then Gwen did something that shocked me, as I held it off for another minute, she took me into her mouth, bobbed on it, licked it looking into my eyes smiling, then as the cum rose she fell on my shaft, it went into her throat as I came, three blasts of cum were delivered past her tongue straight into her throat, there wasn't time to collect my two hundred as I passed go, like in the board game, but I felt like the biggest winner ever.

Gwen pulled off of me, but only to breathe properly, she made love to me, just that shaft and the balls that were completely empty over and over again until it was uncomfortable, I had to pull her up to stop her mouth damaging the now tender flesh as it drained of the blood that had so recently made it solid as steel.

We lay in each other's arms, our breathing slowly slowing, we, or I fell into sleep, I woke later to Gwen looking at me with a strange expression.

"You know we shouldn't have done that, but it's done, but it can only be tonight, we can never do this again," I looked at her nodding.

"It's not morning yet, it's still night," it was Gwen who instigated it this time I'm sure, but we ended up coupled together, it alternated between hard and soft, I learned that Gwen liked it rough a lot of the time, especially after her first climax, and she was as excited about having sex as I was.

Morning dawned, sunlight filtered in through the curtains and we lay in bed legs entangled.

"Are you alright? I know we shouldn't have... I should have taken my dress off, but I was only trying to get that man away from me, I thought if he saw me being,... getting ready to go to bed with you... it was stupid, but I can't say that I'm sorry we did, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed myself so much, long before Larry left, but we can't do this again, it's wrong, it's just this one time," I was nodding as Gwen said that, thinking much the same, what would we say to Mary, how could we explain it, you, or I couldn't just say it was sex, I know it was but it was more than just a quick leg over, I mean I don't think I've ever had so much sex in such a short time, before.

Gwen moved up on her elbows to see the time on the clock and lay back down. I was thinking about a shower but Gwen stopped my thoughts by reaching under the covers to grasp my shaft.

"We're here, nobody will know if we just have one more go," Oh fuck I thought as I throbbed in her hand, and Oh Fuck we did, Gwen went down on me and I moved around so I could reach her honey pot as well, it was the classic sixty-nine position for a while, then she rode me cowgirl as I mauled her tits, her climax came quickly as she helped it along by rubbing her clit at the same time, then it was good old doggy for me to finish.

Breakfast, after that promised shower, yes we took it together, but only to wash, was a full English breakfast, I needed to build up my strength after that night, Gwen had a small one, but a big smile as we sat there eating, the trip home was not uncomfortable, but there was a tension in the air, as we got within two miles of my house Gwen said what we both knew was having to be said.

"We can't do this again, how could we face Mary, or work together, we can't mention this to anybody, I don't regret any of it but it can't happen again," I said I felt the same, not sure if I was telling the truth, but I would honour my word on not telling anyone.

I was dropped off, Gwen didn't come in for a drink as she might on any other day, better not to be alone was my take on that, yes, better to have a clean break.

Work Monday morning as usual, the week was as usual, nothing out of the ordinary, and the next week but the third week Mary said someone had phoned looking for a quote, said he had met me at the wedding, Mr Archibald, it didn't ring any bells, but I had spoken to several people about my job, it must have been one of those, I called him back, he was short and to the point on what he wanted, a bit curt in his speech, but I agreed to go to the address that he gave me, he said he wouldn't be there but someone who knew what was wanted wow tell me and show me what was required.

The next day, a Friday, that's stuck in my mind for some reason, a Friday, I rang the bell at the appointed hour, it was opened, and my breath fell away.

"Oh, Linda, you're the last person I was expecting to see, not that it's not good to see you it's just, that it was a Mr Archibald that called and I didn't know your name and," Linda laughed, "It's alright, I wasn't expecting you either,... so you've spoken to Eric then, what's he told you?"

"Well not a lot really, just that you would show me what you want and to give him a price," I looked at her, her attitude had just shifted a little, not for the better.

Halfway around the house Linda stopped and apologised that she hadn't offered me a drink, I was all for forgoing one but she said she needed to have a drink and went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

I stood waiting for her to say something when she sat down and I could see tears in the corner of her eyes before she told me her story.

She had left me on the dance floor to go to bed with her husband, she was sorry for using me to wind herself up for another man, but, big but, when she found him he was showing a group of men a video on his phone, nobody had noticed her walk in the room as they were too busy watching, it turned out to be hubby and two young women having sex, unfortunately, Linda knew one of the women, she had a sad laugh as she said she worked under her husband, now she knew just how under her husband she worked, it all blew up, I missed the fun she said, things were said, things were thrown, and there was no way back for her, she had given him one chance before, this was his swan song as far as she was concerned, this house was her new home, just as soon as it was up to her standards, he was living somewhere else, their home was sold and the details had all been worked out.

The divorce was ongoing, but there were no plans to fight each other so, Linda smiled and said she couldn't wait.

I did the quote, I offered her a discount, but she said he was paying so up the bill don't give him anything.

On the way to show me out she shocked me by saying that she regretted not staying on the dance floor with me, taking me back to my room and thanking me properly, and when her divorce was done, if, if I wanted a dance partner to give her a call, she gave me a card with her phone number and email address, kissed my cheek and said she was looking forward to seeing me do the work.

WOW, just WOW, Linda was the last person on earth I expected to see again, and she was up for going dancing again WOW.

I wasn't totally expecting to get the job, but Mr Archibald called back and said to go ahead, he said that his ex-wife would pay, I said that this was a quotation that he had requested and so would be down to him to pay, and I needed a deposit for the work, he coughed and spluttered, but he said that a cheque would be waiting in the house and the woman there would give it to me when she was satisfied that the work had been done, I could be hard arsed sometimes.

Linda laughed like mad when I told her my side of the story, I did the work and some more, I liked Linda, she was a fun woman, at a guess she was younger than me, I'd only seen her in jeans and jumpers at the house, but I remembered her in her dress dancing with me, I let that thought stop there, she might like to go dancing with me but I was positive that we would only ever be dance partners, not bed partners, I told myself I mustn't think she would ever go out on a date, you know dinner, dance and bed type of date, not in a million years.

We went out to a dance two months later, just a local thing, but the music was my style, Linda danced with several other men during the night, and I have to admit that I danced with other women as well, we went out again the next month, and the next and twice the next.

In the sixth month Linda called to invite me to a dinner dance, one of her works organised events, I dressed up and was stunned when she came out the door when I picked her up, hair in ponytails, face made up fully, bright red lipstick, a dress that was made to Jive in, tight waist and flared out when she spun around, the top wasn't that low cut, but it showed off the valley between those boobs she had, flattish heels on, the first dance I, and anyone who was watching us dance saw that she was wearing stockings, real stockings, held up by a suspender belt, just as the girls in the fifty's would have worn.

Linda must have taken lessons, she knew just what was going to happen when I moved this way or that, I was blown away, I saw lots of men staring at her, at the leg and pantie show that was inevitable dancing the Jive in what she was wearing, if she didn't give a dam, I certainly wasn't going to make a thing out of it, we'd dance a bit, rest a bit and both took other partners for slower dances.

It was after one energetic dance that had Linda twisting and her skirt flaring out that her stocking came unattached from her suspender clip, we walked off to the side, I thought that she would go to the bathroom to reaffix it, but no, no, "Hold my skirt up, or better still you do it, I'll hold the skirt out of the way, without a sign of being uncomfortable with anyone looking she pulled the skirt up, I looked, I looked around at the men looking at me licking their lips, I quickly refixed the stocking pulling the skirt out of her hands and standing up, Linda smiled at me, leaned in, kissed my rosey red cheek and said quit unabashed.

"We can leave them on or you can take them off for me when you get me home,"

If that wasn't a promise, nothing was.

It was spoiled when Steven arrived in front of us.

"What the hell Linda, you're showing everyone everything, they are all looking at you and laughing," Linda looked at him, it was only then I remembered him from that wedding, Linda's ex-husband.

"No Steven, they are all looking at Jeff, wondering what he has that they don't, they are also wondering why you divorced me for your slutty little tramp, you do know she's slept, well not slept, not in having any sleep, she's been with more men and boys than you have had hot dinners, ask anyone, man or woman, I hope you get regular checkups, you do know she's still servicing the car mechanic, the gardener and her Gym bunny friend, the ones she told you meant nothing and had given them up, look around you Steven, everyone's laughing at you, not with you, now if you would excuse us we have a hot night ahead of us, Jeff has got my motor running, you do remember what that means don't you, Jeff won't be able to walk tomorrow morning, I will have to feed him breakfast in bed and then ride him silly," Steven was open mouthed, and couldn't say anything, but the snickers from the crowd that had gathered to hear what he was saying after his rude interruption.

"Come on Jeff, there's a decision to be made, stockings on or off, your choice," she took my hand and led me away, in the car on the way home Linda held my hand in her lap.

"You don't have to drive fast, everything will be available when we get there,"

And it was, I thought she was joking, winding Steven up, but she went through with her promise everything was on offer.

It was stockings on until they got in the way, it was a very fast, for both of us climax as soon as we got inside her house, over the back of her sofa to be precise, she stripped as we went upstairs and was on her knees blowing me back to hardness in the bedroom, I ran out of ideas but Linda always had an option that was too good to refuse.

I'd run out of juice long before Linda stopped me playing with her.

I did get breakfast in bed, it wasn't that I couldn't walk, but I was quite happy not to see if my legs would buckle under my own weight.

I was willing to put money on the fact that she could ride a horse all day and still be fit to do anything she wanted at the end of it.

We stayed mostly in bed that Saturday, we dozed and played with each other, had snacks, drank wine, but only in moderation, and had a good night's sleep.

Sunday we went out for lunch, just to a local pub, it saved cooking, we went for a short walk by the canal before going home, the conversation had died a bit after lunch, I don't know what Linda was thinking, but I was worried that she was going to kiss my cheek and pack me on my way and never see me again, like how it normally happened.

As we got to the car Linda stopped, leaning on the door she pulled me into a hug, I was thinking this is it, it's over as far as she was concerned.

"Jeff,... would you like to see me again, is this just a weekend, or... look I've given my all to you, I won't mind if you just want to run away from me, Steven spoiled Friday night, he spoiled everything for me.

Do you want to see me again?"

I blinked, I looked at her as if she was mad, she must be mad wanting to see me, that's the feeling I got from her.

"You mean you're not going to dump me?" I spluttered at her. "You would like to see me again?" She looked at me as if I was daft.

"Of course I do, why wouldn't I? But I must insist," I thought here it comes, but only as mates, no more sex, just as friends, without benefits.

"I insist that we keep dancing, in and out of bed, or do you only want a dance partner?" I laughed, I laughed out loud.

"Not in a million years, I want to take you to bed now, I want to take you dancing as soon as we can find somewhere to go,"

"What are you waiting for, let's go and practice, practice horizontal dancing, I'm sure we can work out some new moves,"

We went home to her house and put in three hours of practice, a lot of it was just hugging and touching, kissing and talking, but there was this connection, something I had never experienced before.

I regretfully had to go home Sunday night, to an empty bed, for the first time in years I felt alone, and after only a weekend.

Sleep, much as I needed it, it wasn't coming.

I counted the cracks on the ceiling, I tried sheep, but my mind's eye kept going back to visions of Linda, and believe it or not, not all of the pictures were of her naked, or of us having sex.

My phone had a message.

{r u sleeping}

Another hour went by just laying there messaging back and forth, then sleep overtook me.

Mary commented that I was happy, looked happier than I had in ages, not since going to that wedding with Gwen, then after the work was sorted out and she made coffee before I went to the job I was going to do that day Mary looked at me over her mug of coffee.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say someone got lucky this weekend, and maybe at the wedding?" There was a question in what she said, my thoughts were how does she know, and what had Gwen said, we had said we would tell nobody anything about us and that wedding, it certainly set my mind racing for the rest of the day, it was brightened with a message from Linda, hoping I was having a good day, this was turning out to be like in films I'd seen, like teenagers.

Midday Tuesday Linda messaged again, would I like to go around and have dinner, would I...

I'd showered before going to Linda's, we kissed on my arrival and Linda was plating up dinner in the kitchen, we sat opposite each other while we ate, I can't remember what we talked about but I don't remember any awkward moments, not dead air in the conversation, we ended up in the lounge side by side on the sofa, the TV was on, but I think I was looking at Linda more than the box.

I know it sounds as if we were teenagers, and am sure that anybody watching would have laughed at two people as old as we were acting like we were, we kissed and hugged, I still didn't understand how Linda was acting the way she was with me, I was older than she was and still felt that I had just caught her at a vulnerable moment, and that moment was going to disappear any second.

I didn't try to do any more than kiss and hug her, it just seemed right, let her make the running.

When it was time I went home, it was still work tomorrow for us both, walking me to the door Linda said as we kissed at the door that it was a shame that I had to go home, was I sure that I wouldn't rather stay,...

I said that I had nothing to wear, Linda's reply that I wouldn't need anything until the morning sealed the deal, I stayed.

It wasn't the hot sex of the weekend, it was much more gentle, just as satisfying and as a bonus we both got some sleep, I went home to shower and change for the work day early, hoping that Mary wouldn't see me, I didn't know why I was embarrassed about Mary knowing that I was in any sort of relationship, but I was.

Linda and I texted and called each other daily, I invited her to come for dinner Friday night.

Linda arrived with a suitcase. "I brought a change of clothes, I don't want people thinking that I don't have much choice of clothes, you don't mind do you?"

That sort of set the ball rolling, we spent the weekend walking, talking, doing nothing special but enjoying our time together, the sex we had on going to bed seemed to get better and felt right, I couldn't get over the fact that Linda was as keen on having sex with me as I was with her, I mean, we had sex on going to bed and then had more in the morning, before or after breakfast, I had never had so much sex, I'd had more sex in a month than I had had previously in my life.

I still waited for Linda to turn around and tell me she had had enough and didn't want to see me again.

The suitcase she had brought over didn't go back with as many clothes in it, she left a few items in my wardrobe. "Just in case I need a change of clothes at some point," Linda said.

So started our relationship, it started with me going to hers for dinner Wednesday night, staying overnight.

Linda would come to my place Friday evening and go to work Monday morning, her wardrobe space in my room increasing each weekend.

I hadn't been able to hide Linda and my relationship from Mary, she said she was happy for me, I'm fairly sure that she had a conversation with Linda about it, but neither of them ever said it happened, I just had this feeling.

Six months on Linda lay with me after our making love, I was sure it was that much more often than just fucking now, we were sated and in that dream state that sex gives you.

"Jeff, I want to move in with you, full time, it's silly me having so much of my stuff here and still living in my house a couple of nights a week, I miss you those nights, we could rent my house out, we would have more money,... what do you think?"

That woke me up, I think I spluttered and made a mess of my words, but that sealed the deal, and before I knew it Linda was riding me, it wasn't making love this time it was pure hard fucking, and it was her doing the work.

Linda moving in happened in the next couple of days, the whole thing about renting her place out took longer, but we weren't in any rush.

Things settled into what I assumed was how a married couple lived, there were several things that we had to find a way to work around, mostly where things were, how things were done, nothing big, nothing to argue over, the one thing that we were in total harmony with was anything to do with sex, it just worked for the pair of us.

I was going to a trade show, I wanted to compare some tools I was intending to buy, this was the ideal place, when I told Linda my plans she surprisingly wanted to come with me.

I told her it would be boring, but she insisted, I was a little surprised by her choice of how she dressed that morning, the skirt was shorter than she wore out to the shops, the jumper was tighter and had a lower V to the neckline than she usually wore, I asked if she was sure that was what she was going to wear to a mainly male event, Linda hugged me and smiled. "I'm sure you won't be disappointed," we left it at that.

I compared the tools, Linda flirted with the salesmen, a lot of the stands had women salespeople, Linda made sure they weren't the ones to show me the tools, I noticed that she had pulled the V down to show off more of her cleavage when we were talking pricing, I got a better deal than what was on offer, and Linda made sure to kiss the guy each time, I was sure she pushed her boobs into them as she did, but I did notice that the kiss was only a cheek kiss, I'm not sure who had the biggest smile as we walk out to go home.

"You know I saved you a lot on those tools, I think you need to buy me something to thank me," it was said in jest, but I made a mental note to get her something soon.

Life went on, everything was great as far as I could see, for both of us, then things changed, just a little, again it was in bed after sex that Linda asked a delicate question.

"Have you had sex with Gwen? Are you fucking her?" I must have swallowed hard, my breathing definitely stopped for a few beats of my heart.

I was going to lie, but we were a couple, secrets were never a good thing in my experience.

"I have, but it was only one night, the night you danced with me and left me to go back to your husband, at that wedding," I thought that would be the end of her questioning me.

"So, are you still fucking her?" Linda's voice had taken on a hardness to it.

"No, no, it was that one night, or wasn't meant to happen, it was a mistake on both our parts, I won't lie to you and say it wasn't good, I hadn't had any sex in ages and there was a woman, a friend, and it happened, I should have told you, what brought on this question?"

There was a long pause, the bed seemed to go from hot to cold and then back to warm as Linda hugged me.

"It was the way she looks at you, you know she wants more from you don't you, I had to corner her last week, I won't have a man in my bed if he lies to me, thank you for telling me the truth, I understand why you haven't told me about that night, and it was partly my fault you were so horny wasn't it, you deserve to... you deserved to get a woman in bed, one who would take care of you, but I told her I was the woman who looks after all your needs now, to keep her legs together and hands off you," and then Linda said something strange, something I didn't take in at the time. "I told her I would let her know when I needed her to take care of you," it slipped my mind as Linda was saying that she was going under the covers and stroking my cock back to hardness before using her mouth on me.

And so started the rest of my life, one night after Linda had just proved how fit she was compared to me, I had to tap out after her onslaught had gone on for over an hour non-stop, Linda was just teasing me, sucking my cock, keeping it hard but not trying to bring me off, I thought she had little hope of doing that, I'd cum twice in that hour, but again she proved me wrong, between sucks and licks Linda was talking to me.

"Jeff,... do you like kids," I joked that I had heard they all tasted like chicken, her biting me, hurting me stopped that line of joking.

"No, I'm serious, will you be upset if I tell you I stopped taking my birth control?" I pulled her up by her ears so I could look at her, eyeball to eyeball.

"No, I mean yes,... I'd not thought about kids, I didn't want to... upset you if you didn't, so yes, I do want kids, I take it you do as well if you've come off control,"

Linda was all over me, kissing, laughing, hugging and crying, I hadn't realised that I had regained the hardness that was now throbbing between us, she had and reached and inserted it in herself, a couple of bobs on it to get it seated and before I knew it she was on her back and I was on top, Linda moved her legs upwards, I took the hint and had them pinned to the mattress by her head, thank god she's flexible, she was moaning and egging me on to make a baby in her, and that's what made me cum in her as deeply as possible for the third Tim in little more than an hour.

We relaxed in each other's arms in blissful joy and then she dropped the real bombshell on me.

"Jeff you said you want kids," I was smiling and nodding. "Do you think we can be ready in seven months?"

I'd already made her pregnant, she was in two minds about how I would feel and had put off telling me until she was sure.

Linda was eight months along, had grown in size, the baby was fine, Linda was fine, her belly was a sight to behold, a bonus, to me, was that her breasts had swollen as well as her belly, I could play with them for hours, but Linda never let me for that long, much as I tried.

In the eighth month Linda changed, she was uncomfortable all the time, up until then sex was still a regular thing, in fact it had made her more demanding of me, not that I was complaining, but as she moved into that eighth month her sex drive switched off, it didn't slow down, it switched off overnight, click.

Going from daily to not being allowed to touch her, a gentle hug was accepted, but nothing more and a kiss or two, I was feeling... let go, but horny as hell still, I saw her boobs, she saw me looking and couldn't let me even play with them, I felt like hell thinking only about my pleasure and not how Linda felt.

I came home from work to find Gwen having tea with Linda, we saw her and Mary regularly, and they gave me the impression that they were happy for us, they had gone shopping with Linda to buy things we would need when the baby was born, that type of thing, but I wasn't expecting to see either of them mid-week, they usually came of a weekend. I said hello, kissed Linda and went for a shower, I had been on a dusty sight today, I was washing my hair and enjoying the hot water ideally debating as to taking myself in hand when the bathroom door opened.

"It's clean enough, come out and dry off, we have something to take care of,"

The door opening had made me jump, the statement had me instantly hard in body but confused in mind.

It was Gwen that was saying it and she only had a bra and thong on from what I could see through the shower door.

"Linda has told me that she's gone off sex, I'm sorry for her, but I'm pleased for me, for the next two months I get to have you again,"

She was right, she had me again, and again that evening, I came three times, I was never sure how many times Gwen came, but she was smiling as she went home.

It would have been unforgivable of me to just take her word that Linda was okay with us mating, I was going to go down and confront Linda but she had seen that I might want to hear her say it was okay, she rang my phone that Gwen passed to me as I got out of the shower.

"You only get to play while I'm out of order," she laughed. "Enjoy her, but not as much as you do me, I want more babies, you have to stay in peak performance and condition, Gwen will take care of you in the bedroom for a while," and she hung up.

I wanted to go to her, but Gwen had other ideas, she proved to be very good at distracting me, her cock sucking talent soon had me thinking of only one thing.

For the next two and a bit months, Gwen took care of my needs, she never stayed the night, but she always left me sated, Linda always, always hugged me when Gwen had left, apologising that she couldn't take care of me herself, it was odd, embarrassing even, there was me having sex, good sex I must say, but it wasn't my partner that I was having it with, but she set it up...

The three of us, Gwen, Linda and myself, didn't know what Mary would say when, because it was a when not if, she found out about our relationship, I didn't and still don't know what to call it, she had to know, her and Gwen shared a house, she had to notice, the three of us had talked about it each of us nervously saying that we should tell her, but not actually telling her.

Mary put that problem to bed one morning as I was going to go to my job site.

"Jeff, I need Gwen to help me sort something out this evening, we have someone coming around to talk to the pair of us, can she come over later? She might as well stay the night, as you don't have work in the morning, you can enjoy a longer time together, Linda can come to me for breakfast if she wants, she can just turn up, no need to let me know," I did a good impression of a goldfish, Mary laughed.

"What? You think just because I'm older than the rest of you I'm past noticing things, Gwen's been happier this last week than in a long time, probably that wedding when you and her bonked each other senseless, I'm old, not stupid, if I was twenty, maybe thirty years younger, it would be me showing you what sex is about, Bill used to get his motor running when we used to talk dirty about you and me getting it on together, we knew it would never happen, but it did make for a good time,"

When I told Linda and Gwen that afternoon we were in fits of laughter, good old Mary.

That happened twice more, yes Linda and I had two more kids, in three years, at the end, it just happened, Linda's attitude to Gwen had changed, she told me one night in bed as she breastfeed our latest, and I had a suck now and again when the nipple nearest me was free.

"Gwen's been so good to us over the years, I think you should keep her happy, twice a week, looking after Mary takes it out of her and you re-energise her, you could go to her bed for a change, now the kids are starting to be aware of what's happening in the house, it might be better for you to keep it to her bed," I didn't know what to say, I mean, sex with Linda has always been great, special, sex with Gwen,... I don't want to compare it to Linda, but I have to admit it's great as well, different, but great all the same.

Mary had come down with what seemed to be the flu, but it turned out to be some sort of infection, she wasn't very well, needed a lot of care and it didn't last long, six months on and we had her ashes scattered where Bill's had been.

Gwen had learned to do what Mary had in the office for me and continued in Mary's place, we amalgamated the houses and moved into a bigger place, the kids grew up with a mother and father and what they called Granny, they knew no difference, I shared both women's beds, no we never had a threesome, they said it wouldn't be right, I wasn't going to argue was I, it wasn't until our first was nearing teenage that the question was asked. "Why does Daddy sleep with you both? Other mummy's and daddy's get divorced if they sleep with other people," that was a long evening's conversation I can tell you.

What's the future going to bring on? Who knows, it sort of tied itself all up.