Roger Pt. 04

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Roger series, reading the earlier parts will help set the scene

The phone rang, it was an outside line. "Hello, it's Roger" Obviously I went through the whole official company answering the phone message. Like fuck I did.

"Hello. I wasn't sure if I would call you. I sat and looked at your card all day yesterday."

When I had left Joyce's house the other day, I had slipped a card into Christine's handbag with my phone number on it and the words 'Call Me'. I actually didn't have to write it, I have a few already written that I keep on me, just in case. A nice walk through the woods with Pati had been a lovely diversion and it had been really good to see her, and she was a wonderful fuck as always. She had seemed a little distant, but then, not surprising, we hardly get to see each other these days.

"Hello, How are you? I didn't get much chance to say how delightful you are and how fantastic it was to meet you, Christine." Well, a bit of gush wouldn't hurt.

"Oh. You are just saying that."

"Why would I just say that if it wasn't true?"

"I don't know, you want to trick me into bed perhaps?"

"We already did that, and as I recall, there was no trickery. No, I said it because I mean it, I think that you are a most amazing person, that you probably had difficult time growing up and I am amazed that you are sane and I desperately want to get to know you very much better."

"I hoped that we could meet, perhaps just for coffee, I am really nervous and the other day was mad and I am not sure I really know what happened and I did things that I would never do and it all got incredible and I am not sure and I am talking too much I am sorry."

"Wow. What are you scared of? We have done all the scary stuff, so now we can take it at whatever pace you want. If you want to meet for coffee, then let's meet for coffee. Where?"

"Coffee shop in the top end of Shipley."

"Yeah, I can do that. About 3.30 today?"

"Oh."

"Well, no time like the present."

"Yes, okay, of course." She paused and then spoke again, more decisively. "Yes, absolutely, of course. 3.30 today. The pay and display is signed from the bypass in case you didn't know it."

"Thank you, I know just where you mean. I will see you later."

Interesting. She was very nervous, and I would have to be quite careful not to freak her out. I rang Ronnie.

"I could do with working late, are you off to see your mum again?"

"I was umming and ahing, but if you aren't going to be home until late then I will. It is such a pain that the motorway closes."

"Well, do what you did the other day and come home in the morning. I can get your breakfast all ready for you, so all you have to do is shower, eat, dress and go."

"Okay then, yes I will, thank you."

So that was the scene set, depending on how things panned out, I didn't need to rush home, but if I ended up at home early, then, again, no problem.

I went home the Shipley way and stopped off at the little car park and walked into the coffee shop come cafe that was just at the top end of the high street. Christine was sat at a table in the middle, not far from the counter. I walked up to her and kissed her cheek. "Hello beautiful," I said. "Have you ordered?"

"Are you like this all the time?"

"I don't know what you mean." I suppose I did know exactly what she meant. "Have you ordered, what would you like?"

"You know exactly what I mean, no I haven't, Cappuccino please."

I went over to the counter and ordered two large Cappuccino and stood watching as the girl behind the counter fussed with the Gaggia coffee machine and then deciding that this was not going to be a quick process, I turned to Christine. "You look quite stunning today. Me? All I can do is apologise, I have just done 9 hours at work, so this is my crumpled, slightly worn look."

She laughed and shook her head. "I don't think I have ever met anyone quite like you."

"I don't quite know how to take that," I smiled back, "didn't you meet someone quite like me the other day at your friend's house. Oh wait, no, that wasn't me, no, that must have been someone else." There was a rattle behind me, the coffee's were ready. I paid the frankly ridiculous amount of money for two coffee's and put one in front of Christine, and the other at the empty space opposite where I sat.

"So, do you prefer Chrissie or Christine?"

"Joy always calls me Chrissie. Most other people just call me Christine or Chris or whatever."

"Well I never. Joyce is a Joy is she, oh I can have fun with that, you know I never would have dared abbreviate her, but I shall now, oh what fun. You however, did not answer my question, Chris is, to me, a bloke's name, Chrissie is very feminine as is Christine, what do you prefer, what makes you feel warm when you hear it?"

"Not Chris, I am not fond of that. I am okay otherwise." Interesting that she had mentioned that she was called Chris, considering that she doesn't apparently like the name. A psychologist would have a field day.

"Well, I think Christine is a lovely name and if you have no objections I shall continue to call you that." Her face smiled and I guess I made the right call. I wonder if she shortened Joyce to Joy in retaliation to being called Chrissie? I know that Joyce had called me 'Rog' on more than one occasion, I had made nothing of it, but it was a bit irritating.

"So."

"So."

"Well, I was delighted that you called."

"I nearly didn't."

"Why on earth not, I thought we got on very well."

"A man would think that. Me I wondered if you were just viewing me as a novelty act."

"Christ no. To have grown up and dealt with that, school must have been awkward in PE and games, to have been unlucky with boyfriends that were complete pillocks, and to be as wonderfully untroubled and, if I am honest, balanced, is a testament to your character and personality. You are a treasure, a real one, not a novelty trinket."

She sat quietly looking down and then lifted her cup to her mouth and took a sip.

"You are right," she said, "I do wish I had met you years ago."

"Well thank you, the feeling is mutual, I really want to get to know you better, I want to be able to make you relax, be comfortable. I don't want you to be on edge, afraid of any question I might ask. I want you to look forward to seeing me, not be afraid of what might, or might not happen. I can only make that happen if I am honest. I was honest with you at Joyce's house, and I can promise I will stay honest with you."

She finished her coffee and stood up. That rang alarm bells with me, what had I said to alarm her?

"Come on, lets walk a while, this place is depressing." I sighed a very large mental sigh of relief, drained my coffee and followed her out. She put her arm through mine. "Is it safe to walk along her with you?" She asked, her head tipped to my shoulder.

"In terms of what, me being likely to attack you?"

"No, silly, you are married, will your wife or any of her friends know you here, recognise you, tell tales after school, so to speak?"

"Oh, I don't know, I am so enjoying the moment I never gave it a thought. Well I don't think she knows any one over this way, not that is likely to recognise me anyway."

"You ought to give it a thought."

"Well, I am not really used to this."

"Oh come on, I know that you have been with Joyce, and I know that you have been with your neighbour, Joyce told me that days ago. And of course there was us the other day, so don't pretend you are not used to this."

"No, you misunderstand. Yes I have liaisons outside my marriage, they are almost all in the time after I get home and before my wife does. Occasionally she will be out for the day and I will be at home alone, thus giving me an opportunity, but this is not that. I don't actually know what this is, but it is not a quick session grabbed before the wife gets home. I don't know how to do this, this what we are doing, this is what I don't know how to do."

"And what do you think we are doing? Aren't we just walking up a High Street?"

"No Christine, no we are not, not to me. This is more than that."

"Oh. That is alright then. You had better stop walking."

"Why?"

"Because it is difficult to kiss you when you are walking."

She pulled me round so I was facing her and stood on toes and kissed me, full on, beautifully moist and very sensuously. That was not chaste or just a friendly peck. Good, it seems I was playing it right.

"Where do we go from here?" I asked when she pulled away and stepped back.

"My house. I am parked in the same car park. You'll have to follow me."

"Oh, okay, right then."

We walked back down the hill to the car park, she pointed to a mini cooper and said not to lose me, but if I did, to pull over as soon as possible and wait, she would come back and find me. She pulled out, me following. My estate was not as nippy or as manoeuvrable, but she didn't drive like a loony and we managed to get to her house without mishap. She lived in an old semi in the original part of town.

"It's mum and da's old house."

"Oh", I said, afraid to ask anymore.

"They died in a car crash, I live here now. I work mornings at a local school, it pays my bills." Jesus she has had some trauma to live through.

"I don't know what to say, sorry seems inadequate, forgive me if I say nothing."

"That was the right thing to say, come on, lets get off the drive." She stepped up to the door and unlocked. I heard the beeping of a burglar alarm which was silenced after a moment, "come in," she called.

I followed her in and slipped my shoes off. She took her coat off and hung it on a coat hook at the side of the hall and stood and looked at me.

"I am very comfortable with you," she said, "why is that?"

I shrugged my shoulders a little. "I don't know, I am trying to simply be me, to just be honest. I will try not to ever lie to you," I lied, "I am cheating on a wife, cheating and lying to you seems pointless somehow."

She closed the gap between us and kissed me, there was warmth and feeling in the kiss, passion oozed as her tongue worked its way in to my mouth. She may not be particularly experienced in something's, but she was hot at kissing. My guess is that she tried to get boys worked up so that she could easily get them 'off' and so not have to end up dropping her knickers, and the inevitable problem that would cause.

I held her arms as she held my face, I kissed her as she kissed me and I found myself walking her towards the stairs. She broke the kiss and took my hand and began the walk up.

"This is going to sound crass, I am sorry. I have been up for hours. Do you have a shower I can use?"

"Of course. There is one over the bath." She walked to the top of the stairs. "The bathroom is there," she said pointing to my right. "My bedroom is there," pointing to a different door, to the left. Being an old house it would not have had an ensuite. "Come through when you are ready, I shall be in bed waiting for you."

I turned to her and kissed her and then went to the bathroom. An old white suite with an electric shower over the bath. A plastic sheet shower screen. I undressed quickly, folding my clothes and putting them onto the toilet lid. The shower was functional and I was able to wash a days perspiration away.

I found a lilac bath towel on a radiator and wrapped it around me and walked through to the bedroom. The bed was in front of the window, a front facing window I saw, and looked to be an old brass bed. I wondered if it squeaked, I wondered if she knew. Christine was in the bed, the clothes she had been wearing were draped across a chair, a quilt covering her. As I approached the bed, she shuffled across to make room for me. I dropped the towel and slid in and rolled to face her as she rolled to face me. She leant towards me and our lips touched briefly and she leant back.

"I don't know how to do this."

"It is kind of new territory for me also," I said, "I am more used to grabbing a quickie, than having quality time with a beautiful woman."

"You keep calling me a woman."

I shuffled across so that my face was in her face and I kissed her, pressing her down into the down of the pillow. My hand moved across until I encountered her, and as I touched her she flinched. I moved my hand across her stomach, brushed past her penis and lay my palm flat against her fanny.

"Men don't have one of these," I said as I ran my finger between her fanny lips and pressed it into her, pushing inside her, "that makes you a woman to me."

"I am more than a woman," she spoke between my kisses, catching her breath as she spoke and as I penetrated her with a second finger.

"Yes, much more, and that makes me the luckiest man on Earth." I silenced further talk with a kiss that was hard and deep and I rolled fully onto her, my cock pushing at her crotch. I leant down and slid it along and then positioned and with a gentle pressure, I slipped in, very aware of her very hard cock that lay between us. I didn't want to fuck, not yet, I just wanted to be in her, to kiss her, to hold her breasts, to get used to the feel of her, this was a very different experience for me, and I did not know how long it would last, I wanted to savour every moment.

"Why?"

"Why what Roger?"

"Why me? Why not any other man, why me, why now?" I slowly began to fuck in and out of her, causing the skin on her cock to slide as it lay trapped between us.

"Joyce had spoken of a friend, a kind friend who seemed to be understanding. She told of something that had happened, a fantasy that when it happened was a nightmare and how you, that kind friend, had helped her, and inside me I just knew, I knew that if I could not connect with you, then I would not connect with anyone ever."

"Did she know all about you?"

"Well, she knew I had a penis above my vagina, I never told her that it worked."

"Do you know how much biologically you are man or woman?" I began to fuck her harder, my balls squashing between her legs, my foreskin rolling along my cock as I pushed inside her, her foreskin rolling along her cock as it rubbed between us.

"I can fuck a man and fuck a woman, I can get pregnant, and I can't get a woman pregnant. That pretty much makes me mostly a woman."

"That pretty much makes you a very very special person."

"Oh, oh, yes," and other undecipherable sounds, her fanny tightening around me, and her hands gripping my back, her nails digging in, and I began to fuck just a little harder and deeper, my balls began to tighten and my arse began to squeeze. My breath held in my throat and I could hear that hers had snagged, her neck was taut, her head tipped back, her mouth open in a silent 'O'.

Her fingers gripped tight in my back and then she suddenly breathed, a gasp from her mouth and a wetness between us as she erupted through her cock and the spasms in her fanny tipped me over the edge and I came too, my spurts within her, inside her fertile fanny. I gasped and grunted as my cock shot out its load and I moaned and took long deep breaths as I came down from the orgasm and slumped over her, my weight mostly on my elbows, but also across her breasts.

"Oh God Christine," I gasped, "I think we both..." I didn't finish the sentence, I was gasping, the orgasm had been another intense one, I did not understand why, I wanted to fuck the woman that was Christine, not the man, and I absolutely could not let the man that was Christine get in the way, could not let him interfere, but my worry was that my orgasms were so intense because I was fucking the man. That was scary.

Her arms were around me now, her head in my neck, gently kissing me, the scrabbling and scratching were gone, the movements between us now were softer, gentle, more caring than craving.

"Is it always like this?" She asked me.

"Like what, what do you mean?" I asked back.

"This is nothing like when I do it to myself, the feeling is more intense, I feel it through out my whole body through my vagina and my penis, through bits buried deep inside me, it is just so intense. When I do it to myself it is a rush, it is good, but never ever this good. Does it feel like that for you, is it the same with every woman you are with, is this the feeling that you give to Joyce? "

"No Christine, no, this is unique. Sex with someone is usually much more powerful than by yourself, that is the way it is, but no, I have not experienced orgasms this powerful with any other girlfriend."

"Other girlfriend?"

"You know what I mean." That was not a road I was prepared to go down. Full stop. Never. This was a novelty, a new experience, it would peter out and that would be that. I had no intention of a long term relationship, Gill was my girlfriend, Christine was just a fuck.

I knew I was kidding myself, I knew that I would get addicted to this intensity, it was like a drug in my brain, Christine was my cocaine and I wanted to inject, snort and smoke her every way I could. I suspected I was in trouble.

I had just got out of the shower when the phone rang, it was Ronnie. She was worried about her mother, did I think she ought to come and stay with us for a while again. I sat naked on the edge of the bed talking, drying my hair as we spoke.

"Well, I don't mind, you know that. I just wonder if she actually improves when she is with us. None of her friends are up here with us, none of her personal things are here, all the stuff that makes her happy, apart from you, is down there. I am just thinking that she seems worse after she stayed with us, than she was before."

"I know, but I am struggling to cope with this."

"Okay. Get the phone numbers of all of her friends. Try and arrange for at least one of them to come and see mum each day and to give you a ring early evening. You can then phone mum later in the evening. You will be able to gauge then how much better she actually is, you will have real feedback from friends. They see her as she really is."

"Are you suggesting that she is putting it on a bit?"

"God no, not on purpose, but if she is a bit down, for whatever reason, it is natural that she would use someone as a crutch, and you do that very well, of course you do."

"I can't just abandon her."

"I am not suggesting that you do, I suggest that you get her friends a little more involved, find out what she us like when you are not running after her all the time. We are in danger of a classic role reversal here."

"What, child looks after parent?"

"Indeed. If you feel you need to bring her up here, then do, I just think that may hasten the deterioration and I do not think it is in her best interests. I don't think it is good for you either. In fact the whole situation is bad, you are getting stretched very thinly."

"I know. Okay. See you in the morning."

I lay back on the bed, almost exasperated. I really didn't want Ronnies mum staying with us long term, I was used to the freedom that I had and her mum would impinge on that.

My mobile buzzed, it was Gill.

"Hello lover's phone, is that lover speaking?"

"Good job it is," I laughed.

"Oh, I don't know, I could have got a tall dark haired handsome mystery man, that could have been exciting. Are you able to talk, is she around?"

"No. I mean, yes I can talk, no she is not here, she is staying at her mum's tonight."

"Oh, so you are all alone."

"Yes, laying naked on my bed, all alone, thinking of you, wondering what to do with my right hand."

"That is a waste."

"I know"

"I could come round for an hour."

"I though that you didn't want to come here, there would be too much of 'her' in this house, you would feel awkward."

"Do you want me there or not."

"Yes."

"Don't get dressed."

Well now, that was a turn up. Gill had been specific about not wanting to be in my house, it was not 'our' space as in she and me, it was somebody else's 'our' space, as in me and Ronnie, and that would be very upsetting. I wonder what has changed, what has brought about the change of sentiment. In that I was about to have company I tried to look in the mirror at my back.

It was marked, but not, I hoped, too obviously. I would say I stumbled against the wall or something if she said anything. I sprayed a little of my aftershave about, especially on my clothes in the washing hamper, I couldn't risk the scent of another woman, and settled down to wait. It wasn't long before the door knocked. Still naked I answered the door, Gill walked in laughing.

"Well I thought that you might put a robe on."

"You said don't get dressed."

"Do you always do everything I tell you?"

"So far."

"Kiss me"

I took her head in my hands and kissed her, pushing her back against the hall wall, my hands on her midriff just under her bust, my tongue probing as my lips mashed against her.

"Why?" I asked when I took a breather.

"It was about time. I need to feel comfortable with you here as well as at my home, otherwise I am will not be able to understand what we have."

"What do you think we have?"

"Something good, but if I cannot be comfortable here, then I worry it may be something sordid."

"What do you mean, sordid?"

"Just an affair. Just a bit on the side. I don't think that I want to be that."

I was surprised, "it does surprise me that you need to feel comfortable here, in the house that is mine with my wife."

"No, I want to be comfortable with you, even though we are here. That is different to being comfortable here."

"Oh, I see." She wasn't planning a coup then, planning to usurp Ronnie and re-establish herself in the road, move back. That was a relief.

"Let me just go and close the curtains upstairs, the evening is drawing in,."

"Won't that look a bit obvious, I come round and the curtains close?"

"No, but you never know who might peep through bedroom windows in the evenings." Well, I knew, Joyce, and I didn't want Joyce to know about every thing I did. I went back upstairs and resumed rubbing my hair with the towel as I walked around my bedroom. I tried to look absent minded as I wandered and closed the curtains.

If Joyce was watching I did not want it to look like an act of exclusion. I also did not want Joyce telling Christine that I was entertaining a woman in my room, barely two hours after I had left Christine's bed. I turned away from the closed curtains as Gill walked into the bedroom. She looked at my four poster and around the room.

"You sleep here alone."

"Yes. Ronnie sleeps through there," I said pointing across the landing."

"There are women's bits and pieces around."

"Well yes, she still has stuff in the wardrobes, she uses the ensuite to shower, she does live here, she just doesn't sleep in this room."

"Magnificent bed."

"I think so, she hates it though."

"Has she ever slept in it?"

"No. I bought this for me. After she had moved into her own bedroom."

"Do you entertain lots of women here?"

"God no, this whole thing is a new experience for me, it feels odd."

"Unpleasant odd?"

"No, more a peculiar, unfamiliar type of odd." Sometimes I wonder if I would have made a good actor, or spy perhaps, I am able to turn my duplicity to anything.

Gillian turned away from me. "Unzip me" me instructed. I flicked up the little zip and ran it slowly down her back, her dress opening to reveal a naked back. The dress unzipped all the way down to the crease of her bottom, and I have to say, the view of a woman's naked back revealed through an unzipped dress is possibly one of the most sensual images known to man. I knelt and kissed the dimple in the small of her back, pulling the dress so that it slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor. She stood naked in a puddle of dress. She turned around and I kissed her fanny, my tongue pressing through her little mat of hair to tickle at her clitoris. She took a long slow breath and then held my head and pulled me to a standing position and kissed me.

"Let's christen your bed then," she said between kisses. I didn't think I ought to tell her it had already had that ceremony.

"I never thought of that, a virgin bed" I laughed back between kisses. I pulled the quilt back and Gillian sat on the bed and pulled her legs in before rolling over to allow me room. I got in and pulled the quilt over us, We both reached for each other at the same time, a clash of arms, that we ignored, our lips too hungry and I held her close, as she held me, my cock hard and between her legs, naturally having found it's place. She put her arm down and guided me to just the right spot and I pushed and we were one.

"Gently," she whispered as she kissed my face, "virgins need to be treated gently." We lay spooning face to face, my cock buried in her, her arms around me, holding me tight. I flexed my hips slightly, easing my cock gently in and out of her, not as much a fuck as a, and I worry as I say this, as an expression of love. It did feel warm and I did feel that we were one person, I wasn't sure where my cock ended and her fanny started, I was aware only of a heat that had somehow welded us together, and as we rubbed and slid and moved slowly her nipples hardened and tried to bore into my chest and her fingers dug deep into my back.

That was a bit of a relief, because now I could pass off Christine's marks as Gills. Gill was holding tighter and her nails digging into my back deeper, I actually began to wonder if I would end up with a punctured back. Little semi circular cuts on my back would be a bit difficult to explain to Ronnie. I felt a tightening of her muscles, her back tensed beneath my palms and then she sort of shivered, and shuddered, and I felt spasms around my cock, and Gill laughed and her hold relaxed a little.

"Oh." She said.

"Oh indeed." I said as I kissed her, "did you have a moment?"

"I did, as D H Lawrence would say, a crisis."

"The effect that I have you see, I don't even have to do anything."

"You did a lot actually."

"Oh?"

"Don't pretend. Don't pretend that was nothing to you that you just laid there." Well actually I did, but I can take a hint.

"No, I know, I was just teasing a little," as I have said many times, women are incapable of separating love and sex.

"Do you like my bed?" I asked her.

"I love it, I think that you ought to get curtains so that you can close the whole bed in."

"And what would we do in a closed in bed?"

"All sorts of things."

"Should I tie you to the four posts so that you can't escape?"

"Why would I want to escape?" Damn, she hadn't taken the bait, that was a shame."

"Because I won't stop, I because I want to keep going all night."

"Keep doing what all night?"

"This," I said as I started a gentle fuck in and out, nothing dramatic, nothing energetic, just a slow wank really using her fanny rather than a hand.

"And what are you doing?" She is a persistent little wotsit, that is for sure. I know that saying I was fucking her would be the wrong answer.

"Well, my goodness, if you can't tell when a man is making love with you, then you are in trouble." I hated having to say it, but she really pushed me into a corner every time.

She synched herself closer to me if that was possible and held me even tighter, that bloody word 'love' and its derivatives is one of the most troublesome words ever invented, but it has to be said it is quite effective at getting into a woman's knickers.

"Next time you come around," I said, "I am going to get some rope and tie you to my bed and have my evil way with you for hours."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"I just have a hankering; I wonder what it would be like."

"How about if I tied you up, would you like that? How would you feel?" 'Oh God yes please' I screamed in my head.

"Well, I know I can undo knots, and if the worse came to it, I know where my scissors are! How good are you at knots? Be a bit awkward getting the fire brigade in to undo me 'cus you've used a double sheepshank and can't undo me"

"I was a girl guide. I was useless at knots, but you could always have the scissors to hand"

"Are you serious? You want to tie me up?"

"If you want to tie me up, then I should be able to tie you up. It is only fair."

"Well I was joking," I lied, "but actually it could be good fun. I will go on the internet later."

"Internet, what for"

"Well rope is not rope, if you know what I mean. You can probably buy especially soft rope that won't hurt your wrists. I know what is soft, washing line rope, has to be so it doesn't snag clothes, but now that woollies has closed, I have no idea where to get it."

"I don't know what to say, I am a little taken aback."

"What do you mean?"

"Tying me up and stuff, it sounds sort of kinky."

"Well, I am not planning on hurting you, and if you don't like it, or I don't like it, we will stop and never do it again. Actually, thinking about it, I might just need a Mars bar"

"What? Why on earth?"

"Well, if you are all tied up, I could have a snack. I would just have to find somewhere very interesting to put it whilst I ate it." I tweaked my cock inside her as I said it.

"No. You wouldn't"

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her, pushing her arms up the bed, stretching her out and I began a more earnest fuck.

"Don't talk," I whispered between kisses, pressing my cock into her as deeply as I could, feeling my foreskin roll back and the walls of her fanny wrap around me. I was trying to keep my pubis rubbing against her clitoris as I fucked, trying to stimulate her, knowing that she had orgasmed already. I pulled slowly back to the point of my cock coming completely out and then I pushed quickly back in, feeling her on the end of my cock as I reached her depth, and my balls tightened as my skin rolled along my shaft.

I pulled back again, this time my cock just coming out, and as my cock left her, she uttered a little moan. I flexed and drove in quickly, her wetness and shape just guiding me straight back into her fanny, the air rushing from her as she gasped, by breath catching in my throat and I knew I was close, my balls felt tight and squashed between her legs and as she gurgled a little into my mouth my balls exploded and I squeezed her hands tightly as I ejaculated deep within her, pressing hard against her clitoris, and I pulled back slightly and then back down again as my second ejaculation finished the job of emptying my balls inside her. I was shattered by the orgasm and lay on her for a moment.

I kissed her deeply and then began to inch down the bed, my soft cock just falling out of her, she shivered a little as my cock fell out. I kissed between her breasts and then ran a tongue around her naval, and then my tongue pressed her clitoris, and then I sucked it into my mouth before running my tongue down her slit and licking at her fanny and then down to the deeper crease of her backside.

As I licked back up I tasted the metallic saltiness of my cum, dribbling out of her fanny, a white cream thinning and beginning to drain out of her and wet the cheeks of her arse. I liked it and lapped, moving from her anus to her clitoris, chewing and nibbling, licking and sucking.

"No" I heard her saying, "no, no, don't, enough." I looked up and her head was rocking from side to side, there was no real desire to stop me, and I sucked her clitoris hard into my mouth and then gently nibbled at it with my teeth before sliding back down, my nose pressing at it as I pushed my tongue as deep into her creamy fanny as I could.

"Oh God," she cried out softly and her hips bucked, pushing her clitoris harder against my nose and then she cried a soft gasp and I felt her fanny opening and closing against my tongue and a small flood of my salty cream flooded my tongue, and as I sucked and swallowed she made a laughing noise as she gasped and a warmth, sharp and cutting came as her bladder released and it was all I could do to contain her fluids that shot at me.

"Oh my God, oh my God, I said stop," she said between gasps, I didn't. I ran my tongue up her slit, broadening and flattening it as much as I could, widening her fanny lips until I was pressing against her clitoris again, my tongue scraping along it, and I slipped a finger up inside her, pushing up from the inside.

She pushed at my head with her hands, "Christ, no stop, please."

"Imagine that you are tied up and can't stop me" I said to her clitoris, I just carried on sucking and nibbling, hoping that her ears heard. I added a second finger, opening and widening her fanny as much as I could, nibbling and sucking at her clitoris

She was still 'no, no' as I tongue and finger fucked her, and then she suddenly clamped her legs around my head, twisting and rolling us onto our sides, my mouth squeezed against her clitoris, my fingers inside her, but all squashed unable to mouth, my tongue unable to lick her, I was clamped.

She bucked back and forth for a moment and then her muscles relaxed and she fell in a puddle about me. "Okay, I think we stop now please." She said and rolled away. I tried to keep my head in her crotch but she pushed me away with her hands and curled into the foetal position.

"Problem?" I asked

"Enough" she replied.

"Oh, that is a shame, I only just got started."

"I bet you couldn't actually perform right now."

"I wasn't trying to perform, I was trying to perform an act, a totally different thing."

"Yes, but I can't take it, non stop, continually. It begins to hurt."

"It always hurts, but it is a nice hurt."

"I need a rest."

I plumped the cushions and pillows up against the headboard. "Come on, come and have a cuddle." As she moved and sat next to me I pulled the quilt up to keep us warm.

"It is still a nice hurt."

"It is just too much to take though, sorry."

"Don't be sorry."

"Can I be frank?"

"Yes, you can be Arthur or Bill as well if you want."

"Idiot." She adjusted herself a little so that she was snuggled deeper into the crook of my arm. "I am not used to lovemaking like this. I was happy with what I had, I didn't know any better, but when it was over, that was it. Gerald usually went to sleep. I am not used to this carrying on and doing other stuff."

"Stuff?"

"You know what I mean?"

"No, not really, when it is over I shall want to roll over and go to sleep, I just don't think it is over yet." Of course I new exactly what she meant, but I couldn't resist a tease.

"Yes you do. Gerald and I made love, when he came, it was finished, he went to sleep. He did not then use his fingers or mouth on me, he did not carry on, okay? Is that completely clear mister insensitive?"

"Wow, you mean he never did this?" And as I spoke my finger stroked its way down the slick crease of her fanny, pushing her lips apart.

"No, stop it" she pulled my hand away.

"You mean he never used his fingers?"

"Well, yes, why are you asking? What does it matter what we did, that was between him and me when we were married. Things have moved on."

"It is interesting to know. What did you do when you had your periods?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Wow, that is often when women are the most hormonal and often, in my experience, enjoy sex the most."

"I could think of nothing I wanted less. I felt dirty, I certainly did not feel sexy."

"Wow, that is so sad, and now that has all gone."

"Good riddance."

"Well, you have missed out, and can never know the pleasures that you have missed."

"Eurgh, no, dirty. Messy."

"No, not dirty at all, and depends how you go about things. As I say, in my experience, a time when women are most sexually sensitive and pleasures are heightened."

"Okay, I give in, tell me, if I was having a period, tell me what we would do. And you do not need to touch me as you explain."

"Okay," I said pulling my hand back, I had been about to stroke her fanny again. "Usually you and I would share a shower. If your flow is heavy then a tampon would be used."

"We would share a shower and I would use a tampon? You need to tell me more than that, that tells me nothing."

"Do you really want the full details?"

"Yes. How you can make a period into a sexy event is utterly beyond me. I felt dirty and unattractive for days at a time, and sore and uncomfortable leading up to it. Thank God I don't have to worry with it now."

I shuffled a bit and pulled her closer to me and lowered my voice as I spoke. I don't know why but felt as if I was confiding secrets. "We would share a shower simply so that we are both clean, we will often share showers. Washing each other in a shower of hot soapy water is very erotic and really will put us both in the mood. The tampon is used so that gushes of blood won't come out at inappropriate moments. We would put a folded-up towel on the bed, so that if we wanted to, we could remove the tampon. Sometimes we will, sometimes we won't." I paused and turned and kissed her before carrying on, my lips dragging over her chin as I resumed.

"We would dry each other down with a towel and then massage baby oil into each other, not allowing 'sexy' bits to be touched, and then we will lay on the bed just as you and I are now. I will kiss you, you would kiss me, and then we will sixtynine."

She interrupted me, "you will kiss me down there whilst I am on my period?"

"Yes, why not? We will have just come out of a shower, we're both cleaned and don't forgot you would most likely have a tampon in."

"And if I didn't?"

"Crikey Gill, it is just a little blood, it isn't the end of the world."

"Oh my God."

I ignored that side track and carried on, Christ I had just drunk her pee, and her she was more worried about a drop or two of blood. "Anyway, if you had a tampon in I would pull on the string, acting like a bell ringer, and on other days I will joke about wanting to ring your bell, no one but us will know what it means. So, I would be sucking your clitoris, nibbling it and running my tongue along your fanny crease."

"You would be doing the necessary with my cock in your mouth. Sometimes you will want the tampon out and me in you, sometimes you wouldn't. There are no rules, and we usually end up in the shower after, the towel would go for washing and that is it. There is no fuss, no rush, just shared moments."

"Did I kiss you, your lips, after you had been down there?"

"Of course. Christ Gill, it is just a bit of blood. Women often pee a little when they orgasm, what is the problem with that? None, when you are in full flow the tampon stops a big bloody mess, that is its only purpose. By being sensual with each other it becomes a loving event, not simply a fucking event. I have heard of couples who either did nothing during that week, or at best, gave the man a hand or blow job. Well, that is bloody unfair on the woman, and in truth, not especially enthralling for the man. No, all in all, we would just make the most of the moment."

I turned and kissed her again, my hand cupping her left breast and tweaking a nipple. She pushed me away and looked at me as if trying to see evidence on my face of those events from years ago.

"I can't believe that, I have never heard anything so utterly unsexy." Oops.

"Well okay. I have an idea, Ronnie still uses them I think. I could go and find one, we could share a shower and you could see what I mean, do the whole thing with out the actual period."

"It won't be the same, I am not all hormonal."

"Have you got any tampons left at your house, in a cupboard somewhere?"

"God no, my house is too small to store anything I don't need, especially those things."

"Well I just thought that you may still have your cycle, just not your period and we could go through it at your house, but your shower is a bit small, that's all."

She threw the quilt off and pulled away from me. "Come on then," she said, "if it is so great, come on, no time like the present. You find the tampax and we will do it. I am already exhausted from the orgasms, so do not feel particularly sexy, so, come on, let's do it now."