Sadie

Introduction

This entry is long overdue. It's also my longest entry to date. Here's why....

Alex and I spent much of 2023 going through several rounds of IVF without any success and, by Christmas of that year, we'd pretty much given up on trying for a second child. In my mind, I'd accepted that Theo would be my first and last child, and that was it. The Lottery that is life, I guess.

However, in January 2024, we received a call from our specialist. He'd been reviewing our case notes and discovered an interesting feature.

"You have a kink," he said.

"Just one? What about all of the whips and the chains and the bondage straps?"

There was a pause at the end of the line whilst the Good Doctor tried to make sense of that last sentence.

"Extra-curricular interests aside," he said, smiling. "You may have a kink in the entrance to your womb..."

"A 'kink'? What do you mean?"

"I've seen this feature before and it's rare but, yes, you appear to have a kink. And maybe we've found the reason why conception has proved so difficult. It's possible the sperm can't get past the obstruction."

"Okay," I said. "What does this mean?"

"It means that, armed with this knowledge, we'd like to try again," said the Doctor. "We still have two embryos in reserve and we can start you off straight away."

We went through one last round of fertility treatment and, by the end of March, I was pregnant.

This is what happened next...

Enter Sadie...

By the end of April 2024 I was already tired to the point of exhaustion and with seven months to go before Junior #2 put in an appearance, I just couldn't see a way forward. Even though Alex and I would happily share most of the housework, I just wasn't able to cope with the constant round of cooking, child care, building maintenance and, of course, my day job. To make matters worse, Alex had been offered a very lucrative position in Europe and, if he took the post then I'd be without his help for most of the summer and probably the early autumn, too.

Having insisted that we would never have another House Keeper again - the experience with Alice taught us a valuable lesson - we decided that we really did need another person to help out after all. We sent out invitations to the usual employment agencies and quickly settled on a lovely lady, Sadie. She was a good choice for several of reasons not least of which was because she'd just celebrated her sixtieth birthday so we knew she was sensible and mature, and I was certain that a more mature lady might encourage my husband to keep his dick in his pants for once. Read my past missives for further details on that score.

Sadie quickly became an essential feature of our household. We soon discovered that she had a warm, friendly personality and a fantastic sense of humour, and I liked her from the start. Best of all, she didn't suffer fools gladly, if at all, and she certainly didn't put up with any of my husband's bullshit.

By July, I was starting to look and feel very pregnant. My day job coupled with a heavy workload had taken its toll and I ended up missing a few deadlines simply because I felt too tired to continue. My Doctor took one look at my blood pressure and insisted that I had to stop working immediately. I quit my day job an hour later.

In time, Sadie and I became close and, when Alex announced that he was relocating to Latvia for a couple of months to head up a new factory build, we became closer still. I think both Sadie and I felt rather abandoned, frankly.

Sadie was a breath of fresh air. She wasn't an unrepentant exhibitionist like Alice and neither was she a chisel-jawed Iron Maiden like Kaz. She was calm and reserved, and didn't do anything that I'd class as 'stupid stuff', the way Alice did, and neither did her baggage manifest itself so obviously the way it did with Kaz.

[For those curious about Alice and Kaz - Alice was our housekeeper for several years whilst she finished her Doctorate. She was also a sex-obsessed exhibitionist and it became commonplace to walk into the kitchen and find Alice wearing nothing but a Digestive biscuit. I won't say anything about Kaz. You came hear to read some sexy vibes and... Kaz was a total buzzkill, frankly... ]

Evenings at home were the most fun. With the swimming pool up and running once again, and my neighbour Charlotte a near constant visitor, the watering hole became our go-to place for winding down. Sadie and Charlotte would be on the wine, I'd be on the mineral water.

Even though I was missing my husband, I still regard this period as one of the happiest I've known in several years. Warm and comfortable, and the perfect place to call home. The vibe, the feeling, the atmosphere was simply gorgeous.

An energy soon developed between Sadie and I. From the outset, I'd been determined to keep my distance because I didn't want to loose Sadie over a silly lover's quarrel. However, Sadie quickly became more than our housekeeper. She became a friend and we soon began to drift into a very deep, very personal connection.

British readers will almost certainly remember that once-in-a-generation storm, Arwen, which pummelled the country back in December 2021. Hurricane-force winds almost ripped our roof off and whilst our builders had long since fixed the failed roof supports, they'd also left one hell of a mess in their wake.

In it's former life, the attic void had been an artist's studio and still boasts an array of large and impressive windows which run right along the southern face. I was keen to remake that space as a music studio and, if that didn't work, it would be an improved playroom for Theo.

With Theo out for the day and my husband running around Europe, we had the house to ourselves. Sadie and I kitted ourselves out in a pair of deeply unattractive Boiler suits - we looked like extras from Orange is the new Black - and got on with the business of making the attic habitable again. Whilst lifting anything heavier than a postage stamp was a definite no-no where I was concerned, Sadie was happy to take care of the more bulky items and, eight or nine hours later, we were finished. The space was habitable again.

Poor Sadie. Every muscle in her body was groaning. I left her to relax in front of the TV whilst I ran a bath and supervised dinner. Seemed only fair because she'd done the bulk of the lifting work.

Twenty minutes later, I went to check on the bath and I was more than a little surprised to find Sadie already submerged and pretty much asleep. She came to her senses and apologised at once, insisting that she hadn't intended to leave the dinner to me. I just smiled. We'd done a good day's work. I sat myself down on the side of the bath and we casually chatted until Sadie suggested that I might like to slide in next to her. Say what? Slide in next to her? Really?

Yeah, I know. I said I wasn't going to do this but...

It's a big bath and I was certainly in the mood for some close contact so... I ran the taps for a couple of minutes before I stripped off and...

... slid into the water next to her..

Sadie shifted herself a little so that I would have more room and... Wow... She was a joy to behold - big, (if slightly droopy) boobs (who am I to talk?), a lovely waist and wide hips. The view, coupled with the sensation of someone else's skin next to my own after so long, was intense.

Now, whilst we didn't actually get down to a full blown ass-in-the-air girl-on-girl romp, we did spend an age talking and then, when the water had cooled, we washed each other down with a coarse flannel and a lot of soap. That, my friend, was beyond sexy. That was intense. The feeling of another person literally and figuratively wiping away the sins of the day, of the water running over my shoulders, over my breasts, down my swelling belly, and of returning the favour for her... that was... so intimate... that I'm genuinely trembling as I write. I'd have jumped on her then and there, had I not been terrified of rejection.

Our relationship definitely changed from then on. We were no longer employer/employee. We were intimate friends and in a very deep sense, too.

Yes, that was definitely the start of something special.

Sadie and I soon fell into the habit of spending at least an hour a day talking through our respective problems, either sitting at the breakfast table or outside in the garden. I'm a good listener, despite what some may say, but Sadie really opened up as we began to trust each other more and more, and, as girls do, we began to share.

Confessions

What follows is a distillation of several month's worth of conversations. I've changed the names to save some folk a lot of embarrassment.

"With hindsight," said Sadie. "I should have realised that Fred was still of an age where he was interested in women. He was fifty five and I was forty eight when this kicked off. Worse, I was going through the change and I really couldn't be bothered with any of his fantasy rubbish anymore. I had the kids, now grown-up, and they all had families and lives of their own to figure out. Fred just wanted to be twenty all over again and that meant sex. He pestered me constantly. However, I felt ugly, fat and unwanted. I really didn't want him near me.

"We went on holiday together and fought constantly. He wanted to run around all hours with these bright young things who were half our age. I just wanted to read a book by the pool. He'd be on the beach flirting with girls who were younger than our daughters. Someone should've told him that Speedos and a Pot Belly are not a good mix.

"My doctor realised I was not in a good place and suggested HRT. I hated it. Just awful. My relationship with Fred deteriorated to the point where we hardly spoke and I'm certain it was around then that Fred started seeking out an affair.

"I knew he was cheating on me. I just couldn't prove it. He'd come home smelling of faintly of beer and perfume, and condoms, and he always had an excuse. He'd given one of the office girls a lift home or something like that. Yeah, but I know the smell of spermicide a mile off. He had a second phone, which he said was work-related but he always kept the screen locked and he never let me see what was going on. A sure sign...

"In an effort to get back at him, I started looking around. I even went on a clandestine date with one guy, Niels. Then I found my ex-boyfriend, Brian, on a dating app and I started to fantasise about the time we were together. I wondered if I should contact him. I didn't and for obvious reasons."

Curious, I pressed her further.

Brian

"My first serious relationship was with Brian. Before him, I had a brief, make that very brief, fling with a girl, Laura. I met her at summer school. She was nice but a bit, let's say... She wasn't going to win Mastermind any time soon. However, we bonded and ended up having a snog and then a quick naughty on her bed but it's not something I recall with any kind of affection or enthusiasm. I just remember she was keen to get me naked and once that had happened, she didn't really know what to do. Same here, I suppose. I hadn't got much of a clue back then."

"I met Brian at University and... we clicked. We were a good couple, in the main, but Brian was a complicated man, very passionate, very motivated and largely driven by some deeply primal urges, I think because his family were not very nice human beings. They were always belittling him, knocking him down, just to raise themselves up, and they affected his behaviour profoundly.

"Sex with Brian was always energetic but short-lived," said Sadie. "We first had sex at his mother's house. He'd sneak me through the front door late at night, usually whilst she was watching TV, and we'd kiss and cuddle but go no further. I'd skulk off home the following morning feeling very frustrated because I really wanted sex. Then, one morning, we woke early and started... making love. You know, proper 'making love'. None of the fumbling around wondering what to do next. His dick was up against my belly, pressing hard on my bladder, and... I couldn't wait any longer.

"Go on... Put it in,"
I whispered.

"Forgive me for being blunt but I opened my legs, let him slide into place and plop. I wasn't a virgin anymore. Just like that. It hurt and I bled a lot but I remember looking down and there was a nice big cock poking into me. Brian just sat up, his face completely rigid. He kept staring at his dick buried in my pussy and he started to shake. I mean proper shaking.

I rocked my hips back and forth a bit a couple of times and then wrapped my legs around his waist so I could better feel his cock inside me but he quickly stopped me and whispered 'Can I come?'

"I nodded. He pulled a weird, weird face and... That was it. I felt his balls twitch and his calves spasm, and he'd come inside me. Even Brian was surprised.

"Of course, every damned time we tried to do it thereafter, his Mum would be at the door, listening."

'Have you got a woman in there?" she'd demand and Brian would shout "No! I haven't!"

"She'd yell back something like 'Well, stop playing with yourself, you dirty little pervert! The neighbours will hear you and what will they think? They already think you're a fucking deviant. Leave your cock alone, you dirty little bastard. "

"It was hard not to laugh at that, and I did. Of course, that set his mother off again. "You have got a woman in there, haven't you? Is it that dirty little slut? You'll get her pregnant and then you'll never be rid of her. I'm not bringing up any of your bastards..."

"Even when Brian and I had been seeing each other for a year, she still thought I was just a cheap tart after his money. She might have had a point if Brian had any money but he didn't. They were flat broke and living off Social. I stayed over one night and was in their shower cleaning myself down the following morning when his Mother barged into the shower room. She took one look at me, really up close and said something horrid -

"You're just a skinny little nothing. No tits. No arse. I wonder what the fuck he sees in you?"

"She looked down at my belly and at the mass of hair spreading over my belly. "Just look at your filthy, dirty sex. Do you not have a razor?"

"I was terrified and stayed away from that house as much as possible..."

"Anyway, Brian and I both left University with reasonable degrees but, because this was the early eighties, there were very few jobs around. Eventually, we found work, he as a Lab Technician at a school, me as a trainee IT manager in a factory. We both brought in a decent wage and life was, for a time anyway, fairly sweet so long as you didn't let his family get too close.*

"My job was good. I learned a lot but Brian's job, and the people he was working with, were very toxic. Once he was inside their culture, his entire life spiralled into a huge angry, sex-fuelled mess.

"Back then, I had my own flat. I took in a lodger, a student from the Balkans named Tanya, simply because I was short of cash. Tanya planned on staying until she had a job and a place of her own but, six weeks later, she'd made no effort to find either. I didn't mind - she was good company - but Brian? He didn't like her. He was jealous and made no secret of the fact. Tanya didn't help. She was an outrageous flirt and would pad around the flat in front of him wearing as little as possible. She came on to me a couple of times, suggested we should get down to business but I didn't really fancy her all that much. Brian came around one night whilst Tanya was in the bath. Hardly suspecting that she was there - so he said, anyway - he marched into the bathroom to take a piss and came face to face with Tanya partially submerged. She was so hairy down there that he thought she had a pair of knickers on. He was unbearable for a while after that experience.

"The whole Tanya thing came to a messy end though that wasn't Brian's fault at all. I don't blame him for blowing his top. Tanya went out with her friends one afternoon so Brian and I took advantage of the empty flat and we screwed like a pair of bunnies. Tanya came back earlier than expected - complete with three or four of her friends - and Brian and I were suddenly faced with an invasion. They stomped into the bedroom where Brian and I were still half asleep and pretty dishevelled following a really good session bumping uglies, and they took the piss out of Brian and his shrunken dick without really thinking through the consequences. Brian was livid. He made the most awful scene. Tanya moved out the following day and I never heard from her again."

"After a year or so, Brian and I had enough saved to put down a deposit on a small house, a modest two-up, two down semi-detached not far from his Mum, who had, through a series of misadventures, become more and more dependent on Brian for help. Brian and I moved in together and I genuinely thought we'd be happier. I was wrong. It was like living with a teenage boy. He was always angry about something, always shouting at someone down the phone. I had a hard time living up to his expectations and his demands.

"Brian started bringing home a lot of porn, mostly crappy VHS tapes that were maybe third or fourth generation copies. The quality was awful. He'd mostly watch them on his own before coming up to bed. I didn't see the appeal, frankly. Why sit and watch two (or three, or four) strangers having sex when you could come upstairs and get the real thing? That said, I was still curious and, when Brian wasn't around, I'd stick a tape in the machine and watch. I genuinely didn't have much of a clue about sex.

"'Pretty Peaches' was the first porn movie I ever saw and... Wow! I realised what I was missing. That was a revelation. I suddenly knew what 'sex' looked like. There was more to the act than just Brian sticking his dick in me. Yeah, we'd tried oral and we'd tried a few different positions, mostly whilst we were drunk, but they weren't fixtures in our sexual repertoire. Here was 'Peaches' getting fucked by several guys at once, and one or two ladies I think. Sex took place out in a forest or in somebody else's house and not just in one bed, in one position.

"But sex with women? Yeah, I'd dabbled and was curious but... Wow. Here was something different. Sex without condoms? Sex without getting a sore pussy? Sex without worrying about getting pregnant? This movie was like a 'permission slip'.

"After watching 'Pretty Peaches' I went upstairs to our bedroom, stripped off my clothes and took a good long look at myself, as a person, as a human being, as a sexual creature and, frankly, I liked what I saw. It was as if a light had gone on. I looked good. Big curvy boobs with that cute little uplift, a narrow waist, rounded hips and a lovely bum, all atop some nice long legs. Yeah, I suddenly realised I liked myself. I was sexy. That was a very decisive moment, when you come to terms with the fact that you're a sexual person in your own right, and you don't need a man and his dick to define you. I kinda looked at Brian in a different way after that, and not in a good light either. I was certain I could do better... Would do better..."

"I wanted more out of life. I started reading more and more of those crappy self-help books. They were circulating at work and implied that I could have anything I wanted so long as I worked hard. That wasn't the case in practice. I'd do the work and get the results but I'd be overlooked for promotions and special jobs. I asked why and the general consensus was that I was with Brian, and therefore wasn't sufficiently mobile. Managers certainly wanted women in the workplace but they also wanted someone they could move around from facility to facility, country to country, and I couldn't do that because I had a house and a mortgage. I had a Brian.

"And Brian was just a pain. His insecurities made life difficult. The company sent me to Gosselies in Belgium for training and Brian was impossible, constantly ringing the main office through the day and then through the hotel switchboard at night, trying to figure out if I was alone or with some mystery foreigner. Like a little boy...

"Brian's job was boring but he soon found time to make it more interesting. One day, he admitted that one of the technicians had drilled a hole in the wall of the Girls changing rooms and they'd been getting their jollies spying on them. I was appalled, utterly disgusted, and we had a huge argument. I left him, moved in with a girl from work, and only came back when he agreed never to look again. I sent an anonymous letter to the school advising that a hole had been found. To their credit, the school acted quickly but they scapegoated the wrong person, a teacher who wasn't popular and he was fired. The other Lab Technician, the guy who drilled the hole in the first instance, was left in post to continue his appalling behaviour."

"Brian was a devious sod," continued Sadie. "The school had its own swimming pool although it was completely out of bounds for persons who weren't in the Physical Education department. Brian made a copy of the Janitor's key and coerced me into a midnight swim. We opened up the pool and I enjoyed my first ever skinny dip. Swimming naked was fun and so was wandering around the pool minus my pants. I caught sight of my reflection and couldn't believe that I was looking at a naked me, out in a public place. My boobs were just amazing in those days. I had hips and a waist, too. That was the start of my exhibitionist period.

"We didn't want to outstay our luck in the Pool so we dressed and went back to Brian's Prep Room. Of course, we fucked on his work bench and in some of the classrooms too. And then we went for a naked walk through the rest of the school, pausing to fuck on the Dias where the Head Master delivered the morning prayers. That felt gloriously wicked. It really did. I remember lying there with my legs spread wide and my shoulders hanging over the edge of the table whilst staring at an upside-down view of the Assembly Hall. With Brian's dick deep inside me and my tits bouncing back and forth, back and forth, we made a lot of noise that night.

"Then we went to the School Library and fucked on the Librarian's desk - Brian really hated her with a passion - so we made sure we left a big ass print right in the middle of her highly polished desk. Everything we did that night was stupid and risky, and I knew we'd be in big trouble if we were found out. Of course, we'd tripped several alarms on our meanderings and the School's caretaker was on the prowl with his dog. We narrowly escaped although the swim wasn't without consequences. I developed one of the worst head colds I've ever known and was bedridden for a fortnight in all. I reckon I got it from swimming in that disgusting pool."

"We had a couple of friends, Ion and Juicy. They were Greek and they were lovely. Just really, really excellent friends.

"One night after a lengthy session down the pub, Brian bet me a fiver that I wouldn't strip in front of Ion and, because I was absolutely flat broke at the time, I agreed. I said I'd go topless but nothing else. Ion quickly slammed a twenty pound note on the table as an incentive to go one step further. Never one to be outdone, Brian swapped his measly five pound note for a twenty, and Juicy, who was just as broke as I was, dropped a ten pound note on the table. I was looking at fifty pounds, a fortune in those days, just for flashing my bits. And fifty quid meant that I pay my rent for the next two months. I went into the bedroom, slid out of my clothes and put on a scruffy old dressing gown. Brian wanted a proper striptease. I said I'd see how this went and then decide. I stood in front of the three of them, turned my back, dropped the gown and stood there with a bare ass. The clapping and the cheering began. Did I dare turn around? I did, but slowly and only then with my hands covering the vitals. They wanted more, especially Ion and, since I had a bit of a crush on him, I pulled my hands away, threw my arms in they air and went 'Ta-Da'! They went wild. They really did. Brian was ecstatic. Couldn't believe it. I sat on his lap and rubbed my boobs in his face, then rubbed my ass and pussy on his legs. When I'd had enough of Brian, I sat on Ion's lap and ground my pussy into his thighs. Juicy was shattered. Just lost for words. She leaned over, grabbed my boobs and gave them a good rub before she took a nipple in her mouth and nearly brought me off just by sucking on my tits."

"That happened a few more times," said Sadie. "I just didn't mind getting naked in front of them anymore. They'd be having a really heavy conversation about politics or something, and I'd announce that I was getting ready for bed. I'd usually end up walking from the bedroom to the bathroom wearing just a nightgown, sometimes less. One night, I sat on Brian's knee, my robe open at the front, and let him touch me up in front of our friends. Juicy was entranced. Ion just sat with his jaw open. Eventually, Brian rubbed me to the point where I started to come but he stopped before I actually did. Like I said, I was a bit of an exhibitionist.

"The late night sexy sessions continued and Juicy really wanted to get in on the act - she needed the money - but she was more than a little shy. Eventually, after much coercion, we both did a silly strip tease and ended up naked. Ion offered us even more money if we kissed and touched each other, and of course we did. I liked Juicy a lot so I didn't need much encouragement. That was so much fun. I remember slipping my hand between Juicy's thighs and she didn't object. Not at all. And neither did she object when I rubbed her pussy. She was soaking wet, absolutely drenched and she really bucked hard when I ran my finger down the length of her slit. Ion was beside himself. Visibly sweating.

"I dragged Juicy to the bedroom. Brian and Ion followed. Juicy and I kissed and cuddled, and I tried to do more but she was so self-conscious that we stopped because who wants to get intimate when you have an audience. Juicy and I pretended to fall asleep and, after a few minutes without any kind of action, Ion and Brian went back to the main room to continue their discussions. With them gone, Juicy and I got down to some serious kissing and rubbing. I'd have tongued her out if she'd let me but... she didn't want to go too far. Not on this occasion. I remember Juicy and I went through this same scene one night close to Ion's birthday and we got so involved that Brian had to go masturbate in the bathroom. He really was in a state."

"Brian would do stuff... like we'd be sitting in the park. He'd reach under my skirt, drag my knickers down and make me walk back through town minus my pants. He'd make a special effort to take us across a bridge or up and down escalators, and anyone, literally anyone, could look up and see my backside. I'm sure many did. Why did I let him get away with it? Partly because I was in love with him and you let your partner get away with stupid stuff when you're in love, and partly because I really loved it. I was an exhibitionist. The thought of these old geezers looking up my skirt just drove me nuts.

"Back to Ion and Juicy... we met up with them just before Christmas, I guess Christmas 1984, and we'd already had quite a bit to drink when we arrived back at our flat. Brian was having a bit of a go at our downstairs neighbour, Barbara, who made a lot of noise and had pissed off nearly everyone in our block so Brian suggested that we indulge ourselves in a spot of Carol Singing. Naked Carol Singing. Ion thought that was a fantastic idea. Juicy was less convinced but when she discovered that I was also involved, she joined in wholeheartedly. I remember the sound of our bare feet slap, slap, slapping down the polished stone staircase as all four of us pitched up outside Barbara's flat where we delivered a fine rendition of 'Silent Night' and 'Oh Come All ye faithful' before Barbara answered the door. She clapped eyes on four naked Carol Singers, screamed and called the cops. Of course, by the time the Police turned up, we were all dressed and watching 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' on VHS. The Cops just wandered off, convinced that Barbara was having one of her turns because who goes Carol Singing in the nude when it's minus two outside?"

"Brian developed an interest in photography as a kid and he always wanted a dark room of his own. As soon as we had a flat together, we installed blackout curtains and an enlarger, and Brian taught me how to develop my own negatives. After that, I was hooked on photography, too. I was also his model on and off for the next few years. That was fun, in the main. I would do partial nudity, tits and ass, for free. I'd demand a tenner an hour for pussy, and twenty for touching myself. I charged him thirty an hour for anything outside not because I didn't want to get naked outside but because I really didn't like the cold. I have to admit, I earned a tidy sum out of that enterprise. Brian didn't care. Not on iota. He was happy to pay.

"As I said, Brian taught me how to use the dark room. He also let me use his camera, a nice big Minolta. We had a game. I would take the camera down to the local woods or a beach or sometimes at work, and I'd take some pictures of myself. Later, we'd develop them together, in the pitch black. Brian didn't really know what to expect but... when he was presented with images of a very naked me paddling in the surf or getting naked in the Photocopying Room at work... Wow... We nearly broke the desk in the dark room and I stank of Developer fluid for weeks.

"Ion and Juicy weren't our only friends," said Sadie. "There were a few others. Graham and Jane were two I can think of. We'd been out for a meal and we all went back to Jane's flat, which was in Jesmond I think. Brian was a little drunk but also very horny. We both were. Graham and Jane were downstairs, arguing over a scratch on Graham's new car so... Brian decided it would be fun to have a quick fuck before they came back. I thought "Why not?" so we did it on Jane's sofa. Brian stuck the tip of his dick into me and I screamed because I was tight and he was huge, and I guess that either Graham or Jane heard the squeak and came running upstairs. They found we with my legs in the air and Brian balls deep inside me.

"That's a new fucking couch!" shouted Graham. "I haven't even made the first payment yet!"

Jane just stood in the door way with her mouth agape. Hideously embarrassed, Brian pulled out and managed to spray jizz all over their floor as he did so. Jane... was there in a flash with a clothe. "That'll stain," she said she got down on all fours, whilst Brian tried frantically to put his dick away. I think her head was about an inch or so away from Brian's cock and... Alas, nothing happened! She just ignored the huge dangling appendage six inches from her nose. I felt sorry for Graham because he plainly wasn't getting much. He never got much, truth be told. We were never invited back to their flat again and Jane and Graham emigrated to Canada a year or so later where people don't fuck on new couches and don't blow their load on your freshly cleaned carpet. So I've been told, anyway..."

"That whole thing with Ion and Juicy came to a head one New Year's Eve. We met Ion in a Pub and agreed that they could both sleep over at our place whilst we crashed at Brian's Mum's house. Somewhat hungover, Brian and I headed back to our flat the following morning and found Juicy and Ion in bed. Brian thought it would be very funny if he got undressed and slipped into bed between Ion and Juicy. Ion woke up and thought "Great! A Threesome! What a way to start the New Year!", and they started doing it. Actually having sex. Two guys on one girl. Juicy didn't mind. She was totally up for it. Meanwhile, I just stood there in the doorway watching, until I thought 'I'm not missing out on this' so I was in bed next to them before you can say "Where's the hangover medicine?"

"Juicy soon climbed on top of Brian and, wow, my boyfriend, my soul mate, my partner was suddenly inside another woman. Juicy was amazing. Small boobs. Huge hairy pussy, and now she had Brian's cock buried inside her. I was jealous, really jealous, so I just lay down next to Ion and let him go to work on me. At first, Ion was pretty distracted by the sight of his partner (and future wife) riding another cock but he soon went down on me and, when I was plainly up for it, he slipped between my legs and we fucked. Lord, we fucked. Ion had a big dick, actually really big, and he genuinely knew what to do with the rest of me, like kissing my shoulders and my tits, fingering my bum and tonguing my pussy. We did it doggy style, with Ion's dick hammering away at my rear end. Brian couldn't believe his eyes. He was super into it. Later he admitted that one of his fantasises was to watch me getting nailed by another guy and, here I was, doing the business. I screamed out loud just as Ion dumped his load inside me and then withdrew, splattering spunk all over my back. All three of us then joined in to give Juicy the benefit and.... That was the first time I'd ever tongued a lady. And Brian? Sweet Mamma! I looked up and Brian was sucking on Ion's dick. I couldn't believe it."

"What happened next?" I asked.

"After that? We all got dressed and... as you might expect, we felt pretty guilty. Didn't speak for a month. Didn't stop us doing it again and again once the whole guilt-thing had dissipated. Juicy and I started to hook up. Any excuse, really. We'd meet in town for a shopping trip and then head back to her flat for coffee and some personal time. She was very, very skilled. Very sensitive. Very adventurous. We did a lot of sex when the guys weren't around. Just me and her and a single bedsheet, and we'd play until neither of us could breath again. We went swimming at a Public pool one afternoon and ended up sharing a cubicle. That was intense. She was tonguing me from behind whilst I was more or less bent double and there were people all around us. A real struggle not to scream out loud.

"There was one afternoon, I can't remember the actual date but Juicy and I went back to her flat in Sandyford expecting to have the place to ourselves but, alas, Ion had come home early and our alone-time was suddenly curtailed. I don't think this situation was pre-arranged but you decide. Anyway, Juicy was still up for some action and we started with some basic kissing in their kitchen (which was gorgeous, incidentally). Ion suggested that we retire to the bedroom and I thought "Why not?". I think I was bored witless with Brian by then. Was it cheating? Yeah, it was. No doubt about it. We spent the whole afternoon fucking. It was just so much silly fun. Brian wasn't there so we were able to let our hair down and really relax. It was nice just sliding up and down Ion's cock without the need to hurry, without the desperate need to reach a sudden conclusion. That was always the case with Brian. Get it over with as quickly as possible so you could roll over and go to sleep. This was deliciously unhurried. There was just so much kissing and cuddling. It wasn't all about our genitals. There was a lovely moment when Juicy and I were lying side by side, facing each other, and Ion entered Juicy from behind, and then the slow, comfortable rocking back and forth. Juicy and I swapped places and, soon enough, Ion came inside me. I was on the pill so getting pregnant wasn't a risk. I didn't mind taking the full load.

"The afternoon culminated with Juicy and me kneeling on the bed next to each other, chests down, asses in the air, both facing a huge full length mirrored wardrobe. Ion was in seventh heaven. He really was. I got to watch the look on Juicy's face as he slipped into her and vice versa. He had this thing he'd do with his dick. He'd slide it in, maybe just an inch or so, and hold it there. Then he'd just pull back a little and then edge in a little further. Just when you were at the very limit, when you were on the point of begging for the full length, only then would be quite literally impale you on his cock.

"Even after he'd come twice, he was still up for more. We finished up with Juicy and me lying on top of each other, my legs wrapped around her waist as Ion fucked us both, one after the other. Afterwards, we hit the shower together and that was another delicious memory, with Ion down on one knee as he cleaned us both out with his tongue. Weird, I know, but... Sitting on the edge of the bath afterwards, I looked down and my pussy lips were just gaping wide. Brian would use the term 'welly-topped' though I don't recall that I ever got into that state where he was concerned.

"Truth be told, I get wet thinking about that even now. The memory of that afternoon sustained me for the many, many years I was with 'Boring Fred'. Here's the thing. I was sore and completely unable to walk home unassisted, which is a delicious feeling. Ion called me a taxi and came with me to make sure I got home safely. Alas, as soon as was through the front door, Brian was off on another rant. Where had I been? What had I been doing? Why was Ion with me? He was in a rotten mood and I didn't make it any easier on the poor guy. Turns out that somebody, one of the neighbours I think, had ticked him off and he was in a really bad mood anyway. He wasn't interested in what I'd been doing. Didn't even occur to him that I'd spent the entire afternoon with another guy balls deep in my pussy. I just sat on the couch with a smug grin on my face whilst Ion's cum puddled in my gusset.

"I saw Ion a couple of times later. Juicy was away on business so we had the place to ourselves. Of course we fucked. I rode him cow-girl style most of the afternoon whilst he took pictures. Brian never found out. By then, I'd really started to dislike him."

"In the end, sad to say, we stopped seeing Ion and Juicy as a couple. Juicy was certain that if we kept fucking bareback then she'd get pregnant. Not a problem if Ion was the father. A big problem if Brian was the Dad. Plus Brian had admitted that was starting to get a bit jealous, too. I think he suspected that I'd been seeing them on the side. The friendship soured."

Paul

"Brian had a brother, Paul," said Sadie. "He was a badly twisted up bloke. He married young, I think to get away from his awful mother. Brian and Paul were always falling out. Always. I never did or said anything to harm their relationship but I hated it when Paul came around. I'd always be the butt of Paul's jokes, and he could be really nasty. They were always fighting over money and politics. Paul always had money. Lots of money but we never had any idea of where it came from because neither he nor his wife had a job and they couldn't claim welfare for reasons that were never explained.

"Anyway, I guess this would be 1985 or 1986. We received an invitation to a wedding and Paul offered us the use of his video camera. He turned up the night before the wedding and dumped this huge VHS thing in the middle of our living room floor. It was pretty much broadcast quality and must have cost a fortune. Or Paul stole it. We were never sure. You decide. Brian pulled out the video tape that was still in the machine and put a new tape in. We used it for the wedding and returned the camera to Paul. No worries. Three hours later, Paul was on our doorstep demanding to know where the original tape had gone. Brian handed it over and said nothing more. Paul went off looking relieved but Brian just had a huge grin on his face. He knew what was on the tape and he'd already made a copy. It was Paul and his wife fucking. Perversely, I said I wanted to see it - no idea why but Brian and I sat and watched it together.

"Paul and his wife had obviously tried to make a porno tape, and it was rubbish. Nevertheless, we watched and... We couldn't help but laugh. I laughed so hard in fact that I wet myself. I really did. Brian started adding his own commentary, mimicking Paul's voice to perfection. Paul was playing a Window Cleaner, filling his bucket up whilst his wife teased him and tormented him. Alas, when they actually came to fuck, Paul lasted about ten seconds before he shot his bolt and slipped out of her straight away with a cock that looked like a noodle. She was pretty furious. They tried again with take two and it was no better. I often wonder what happened to that tape. I bet Brian still wanks over it forty years later."

"We borrowed the video camera again a few months later," said Sadie. "I had an old school friend staying. Joy was very, very pretty but a bit too Church for my liking. She had a parrot she called Isiah, because one eye was higher than the other. (Say it quickly...) We took Joy out for a ride in a battered old second hand car and, aside from Brian driving down a country road at sixty in the dark with no headlights on, it was fun even if Joy was screaming blue murder. The next day, we took Joy out to a place near Morpeth, Hartford Glebe that featured some Roman Ruins and a water fall, and it was idyllic. Brian went off on his own to explore and, because there was nobody else around, Joy and I stripped off and had a swim. Like I said, idyllic. Joy went off home at the end of the weekend and we agreed to meet up again. However, a couple of days later, Paul came around and handed me a video tape. "Can you give this to Brian?" he said, smiling. "Class video." You're ahead of me. Brian hadn't gone off for a walk on his own. He'd hidden himself in the undergrowth because he knew we'd go for a swim. I wouldn't have minded if he'd just watched the video on his own but he hadn't - he'd shown it to his brother which meant that Paul had seen both Joy and I naked. I was furious. Absolutely furious. I didn't dare tell Joy and I don't think I ever saw her again."

"Brian and I never got married," said Sadie. "There were a couple of incidents that killed the relationship stone dead. He proved he wasn't reliable or dependable. He was just flakey. No longer marriage material.

"Brian started to go out for a walk at nights, to think a few things over, he said. That lasted for about a month until, one night, he came back with a massive swelling over his left eye. He said he'd walked into a lamp post which I didn't believe for a minute. The swelling turned into a huge black eye and it was obvious that somebody had hit him really hard. The late night walks stopped immediately and Brian refused to leave the house until the bruise had gone. Later, he admitted that he'd been playing the Peeping Tom by watching a woman in the next street getting undressed in front of her ground floor bedroom window. The woman's husband had spotted Brian with his pants down, cracking one out and Brian earned a smack in the face for his trouble."

"Then there was the slave auction thing. That was bad. I'm not sure how but Brian and I received an invitation to attend a Roman Toga party. That was fun but one element of the celebrations was a Charity Slave Auction. Brian put my name down as a potential slave and I sort of said "Okay" but then some of the slaves ended up taking most of their clothes off. I refused. Why should I get naked in front of a bunch of strangers? I didn't know any of these people. Not really, anyway. Plus I was in the midst of a really messy period and I wasn't in a fit state to be undressed in front of anyone. Brian went into this massive meltdown, told me I was spoiling the fun for everyone and that I'd turned into a boring cow. He really was fuming mad. Couldn't or wouldn't see my point of view at all. That was when a light went on in my head and I realised I was sick of his crap. I didn't have to put up with this any more."

"Then there was the incident with the staged photoshoot. I'm sure it was staged, anyway. Brian was seriously into his photography and getting some paid gigs too. Clive, a friend of a friend asked Brian if he'd do a kink shoot and, of course, Brian said 'Yes'. The idea was to create a makeshift dungeon in our loft where the two participants, Clive and his girlfriend, would do a bit of light Corporal punishment stuff and get naked but that was all. The loft was a bit dirty and full of old boxes but the lighting was good and the space had this gorgeous silent vibe. You couldn't hear the traffic outside so it was a bit spooky.

"Come Saturday morning, Clive turned up on our doorstep. However, he was alone. His girlfriend had chickened out, so he said. Brian wasn't happy. He reckoned he'd loose around two hundred quid and asked if I wouldn't mind stepping up. All I had to do was put on a wig and a blindfold so I wasn't really recognisable, and then pretend to get hit with stuff. I agreed so long as I got some money out of it. Holidays and all that.

"Clive was actually quite nice. Roughly thirty five and with a slim face, nut brown hair and a lovely strong voice. I really got a good vibe off this guy. We started the scene and... it was a lot of fun. I really got into it. I ended up naked, my legs spread wide and hanging from a pair of handcuffs between two joists. The best bits were the ice cubes on the nipples. They blew my mind and I found myself in a semi-delirious, otherworldly state. That's when I started to feel something rubbing at the top of my legs. Clive had his dick out and... Wow! Brian was click, click, clicking away and Clive's dick was pressing at the top of my legs. I was truly gagging for it and I heard myself whisper something like "Please just fuck me, will you?" I was genuinely turned on and begging for it.

"There must have been some kind of prearranged signal between the two of them because Clive was suddenly inside me, right up inside me, and I was shaking. Brian didn't stop taking pictures either, not for a second, although he did pause to change the film at least once. Meanwhile, Clive just powered into me until I came. I really screamed. I was a wet mess by then...

"Ten minutes later, Clive and I were in the shower, removing all the dust and cobwebs from the loft, and then we were both on the bed. Brian joined in but seemed more interested in Clive's cock than anything I had to offer. The weirdest thing happened. We were doing it doggy-style, a favourite position, when Clive slipped out of me. He was still hard, properly hard, and Brian took a hold of Clive's cock, gave him a bit of a hand job and then pushed the tip back inside me. That was a weird, weird feeling, more so when the pair of them tried to do a double penetration, both of them in my pussy at once. It didn't work but it was a nice experience anyway. Later, after Clive had gone home and Brian had sloped off to his dark room to develop the prints, I realised I'd been used. Clive's partner hadn't backed out. She probably didn't know the first thing about the scene. Clive got laid to satisfy Brian's strange, strange fantasies and I was reduced to the level of a glorified prop, to be used and abused by his friends. I never asked to see those prints. I've no idea what happened to them. Total disinterest, frankly.

"That wasn't the last of Clive though. I actually met him a couple of times after that experience though Brian never knew. I'd have run off with him too, if he'd been interested. That adventure was pretty much the beginning of the end where Brian was concerned. I started to wonder 'What else is he going to do?' or, more correctly, 'What am I going to do?'

"It got worse. Clive sent us an invitation to a kink party. We soon got to know a few people and other invitations followed. Once we were known on their scene, we got to see a lot of people having a lot of sex although Brian and I didn't indulge ourselves much. Then there was the Christmas Party. Same venue. Same hosts. The lady of the house announced a set of party games. Who had the prettiest cock? Who had the biggest cock? Who had the hairiest pussy? All of the guys had to get undressed and stand in a line. Brian won a prize for the best manscaped cock - very neatly shaved - and that was fun. Brian slumped back in his armchair to admire his trophy, a tiny faux-silver cup, whilst I sat talking to a female friend. Presently, she tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at Brian, who was in the midst of a very pleasurable blow job. He certainly seemed to be enjoying it and I wasn't going to intervene... until I realised the person doing the sucking was a guy. That caught me off guard. I didn't and don't have a problem with guys exploring each other but... we'd been a little bit celibate for a couple of months and the sight of Brian getting it from someone else pissed me off a lot.

"The final straw came a few weeks later. My contract had come to an end so we were without my wage coming in until I found a new job. We had some savings and Brian still had his Lab technician's job so we could pay the mortgage. However, Brian was suddenly suspended from his job without pay. He wouldn't say why but, overnight, we had no money coming in. I tackled him head on. I wanted to know why he'd been suspended. We had a massive fight but he still wouldn't tell me. I called his brother. Paul was pretty pissed off. He told me that Brian and the other Lab technician had been caught red-handed looking into the Girl's Changing room through the hole they'd said they'd sealed up. The school had reported the incident to the Cops and Brian (and the other Technician) were escorted off the campus. That was the Tipping Point.

"The Cops turned up at the front door an hour after Brian came home and he was arrested. After a lengthy interview down at the Station, Brian was released without charge because they couldn't prove he'd drilled the hole and he consistently denied that he'd even looked. He certainly didn't take any photographs.

"However, I'd already started to make plans to exit that relationship so when Brian got fired a month later, that was it. I'd had enough. I kicked him out the same day. He came back in the middle of the night, started banging on the door, ringing the door bell, shouting at the top of his voice. I wasn't going to let him in. The neighbours called the Cops and Brian was escorted back to his Mother's house in the back of a Police car. They said that if he was found anywhere near our former home then he'd be remanded in custody."

Exit Brian

"The next morning, I put all of his clothes in plastic bags and dumped the lot at his Mother's. I called his brother and Paul came to collect the rest of Brian's kit, the cameras, the computers, the Dark Room equipment. The whole lot was parcelled up and dumped in his Mother's garage. Paul was pretty understanding, frankly. He said he'd always known that Brian had a darker side and seemed a little too interested in weird stuff.

"I did keep a couple of items, specifically Brian's photo archive. I held on to them because I wanted to see what he'd been up to. I was horrified. I found hundreds and hundreds of pictures of me, not all of them naked but most. But then there were other girls, girls I knew nothing about. Naked girls. Girls doing scenes. Couples doing scenes. I burned the lot the next day. One huge bonfire in the back garden. Actually, I hadn't realised how flammable his photo paper was and the resulting blaze melted the dustbin and scorched all of the plants for a three foot radius. The grass never grew back in that spot."

"Brian was furious, kept threatening to sue me for destroying his precious collection but the papers were never served and the issue went away because, not long after, Brian and Paul were implicated in an insurance fraud. Paul's van had been 'stolen', dumped a few miles away and then torched. Paul claimed the insurance but the Cops were already suspicious. Of course they got found out - they'd been seen driving away together."

"That wasn't the end of Brian, though" continued Sadie.

"I'd resisted all of Brian's persistent attempts to get back together. Hell, I'd even gone to a solicitor to ask for a restraining order. Didn't get one but..

"I met a girl, Ruth. Like me, she was on a temporary placement and we'd both split up with our long term partners so we had a lot in common. Eventually, the inevitable happened. Ruth and I ended up in bed together and it was lovely. Really wonderful. She took her time. She knew what to do. No clumsy fumbling. No struggling to get out of clothes. A bed, a duvet and a bottle of wine. I think I was falling in love with her. We ended up kissing and then naked, and then in bed. She taught me how to make love, how to touch, when to touch, what to do, what not to do, and, in return, she taught me how to come. Not just a quick fumble but a real, full body orgasm, the stuff you only read about in Cosmopolitan. She taught me to come just by stroking my breasts. She had a few tricks with food like ice cubes and strawberries, and of course, light corporal punishment and bondage. Sounds a bit old hat these days with Fifty Shades and the like but, back then, this was real kinky stuff.

"The thing with Ruth lasted a couple of months and we parted as friends when she relocated south. However, you knew there would be a 'However' didn't you? I started noticing stuff around the house that didn't look right. Stuff had been moved. I found fingerprints on glasses and cups that weren't mine. I found a magazine with creased pages. My underwear drawer was a mess and that's not me. I'd initially assumed that this had been Ruth because she stayed over a lot especially at weekends. Then I started to wonder if it was someone else entirely. Was Brian up to something? He'd returned his house keys but had he made a duplicate copy? I set a couple of traps - I put flat batteries in the TV remote and made a thin dust trail from talcum powder on the bathroom floor. When I came back after work, the batteries had been swapped and there were footprints in the talcum powder. I had all the locks changed the following morning and, sure enough, I found nothing else out of place thereafter.

"About a month later, one of the lights in my book case went pop so I replaced the bulb and... Huh? I found a set of wires I didn't recognise. I followed them back to a plug in the wall and then to a large encyclopaedia I'd assumed belonged to Brian. I opened the volume and... fuck... It contained a tiny video camera, the kind you see in James Bond movies. I kept looking.... and found another set of cables. I traced those back to their source where I discovered a micro video recorder barely bigger than a hardback book. Both devices were labelled 'Property of (Brian's School) so I knew where they'd come from. I was beyond angry at that point.

"I soon figured out how to play the tapes just by plugging the recorder into the back of my TV and... Fuck. There was me and Ruth enjoying a Saturday night in, if you get my meaning. Naked and doing some pretty unladylike things. By then, I was utterly unbalanced. I went ballistic.

"Thank mercy that my Dad rang up when he did because he stopped me doing something truly stupid. Instead, he came over, got me to calm down and then helped me make a plan.

We burned the tapes that night. Dad didn't even ask what was on them. He just knew that if Brian was involved then it would be something that he wouldn't want to see. Dad returned the cameras to Brian's former school the following morning, knowing full well that the school would prosecute Brian. The Cops turned up at my house, took statements from my Dad and I, and Brian was arrested for a second time. He admitted that he'd borrowed the equipment with the intention of returning the items because he thought I'd been cheating on him. He said he'd been unable to return the items to the school because I'd changed the locks. The School said the kit was worth three or four thousand pounds - bought because one two unruly pupils had been starting fires in classrooms.

"What happened? Did he get prison?"

Sadie shook her head. "No," she said. "Two years, suspended. That one made it to the local news and I even saw his face in the paper. The same happened about a decade later, say 1998 or thereabouts. Brian had been caught passing dud cheques and was handed another sentence, once again suspended for two years. A friend of a friend told me he'd been busted selling Pot in town. Another sentence.

"He turned up in my Facebook feed about ten years ago. I ignored him. Skipped on by."

"And that was the end of Brian," said Sadie. "He's still around. I caught sight of him in Newcastle City Centre about a month ago. He'd lost his hair and he'd really let himself go. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

First Husband

"I met my first husband, Robert, pretty much straight away," said Sadie. "At first, he was nice and sensible, a really down to earth kind of guy. Or so I thought. Actually, he was just plain selfish. He was out with is Freemason buddies nearly every night of the week. He would also visit his ex-wife a little too often. They had a business together, so he said. Truth be told, he just wanted a glorified House Maid. We divorced within a year."

"After that, I went through what I call my 'slut phase'. My sense of self-worth, my self-esteem was at an all time low and... I met a whole new group of friends, some through a historical re-enactment society, others through work and... I screwed at least six or seven of them. No idea who I fucked or where we fucked but we fucked. It got bad.

"I caught a nasty UTI, really nasty, so I dumped all those so-called friends and started a new life. I took to hiking, mostly around Northumberland, mostly on my own. I'd go 'fly camping' in a proper Camping ground, and occasionally rough camping on top of a mountain, which is really bloody risky. In the summer of 1990, I think, I was walking the famous Ridges at Simonside and I found a cool place to sunbathe in the middle of a dense, wooded area. Just idyllic with a real spiritual vibe. I wasn't the only hiker seeking a spiritual release. I was soon joined by a guy, Peter, who was really, really nice. He knew how to treat a woman, which is with respect and kindness. And that worked because he got to stick his cock in me. Not then and there but... we took to hiking together and more or less spent the whole summer as a couple. That was a very sexual, very sensual relationship. We'd be up a mountain or deep in a forest and find a place to pause, maybe to drink tea, and it would start with kissing and fumbling, and one thing led to another. Soon enough, we'd be fucking away. On one occasion, a party of ramblers walked past albeit fifty meters away. I looked between Peter's legs, past his cock and his great swinging balls, and saw a pack of them approaching. The group leader must have spotted us because, as one, they turned very abruptly and found another path. I still laugh when I think of that moment, and of Peter's swinging balls. His balls really did hang down... like the pair of proverbial clock weights."

"We went for a naked hike through Allenbanks on the way to the Staward Gorge. Never saw a soul. Peter wanted to find the Peel Tower and I'd heard of a castle, Willmonstwick, that I'd been told had once belonged to my great Uncle (not true!) so we made two days of it, camping near Bardon Mill. He was amazing. Lovely man. Very powerful. We fucked and we fucked, mostly without any kind of protection, and I thought "I'm gonna get pregnant with this guy," but we didn't because he'd had a vasectomy. I only found out about that later. Peter and I parted as friends and I hear from him every now and again over Facebook."

"My second husband, Fred? I was with him for forty years and... yeah... Nuff said really. He was solid and reliable but also kinda boring. Actually... very boring..."

And then...

Sadie and I spent many, many hours talking. Well-deserved therapy for both parties, I reckon. I wrote down as much as I could remember but, for obvious reasons, I've changed the names.

With that out of the way, we finally come to the topic of the day, Sadie and me.

The confessionals / therapy sessions continued throughout the summer until eventually, this happened.

Sadie still enjoyed an extensive social life and that Friday night was no different from any other, so far as I can recall. Typically, she would go out at about six and return shortly before midnight. On this occasion, Sadie let herself in, went to her room and then hit the shower, determined to wash away the sins of the day, so she said.

"Good party?" I asked as she passed my bedroom door.

"Very good," she replied. "Just loud enough and fun enough to be enjoyable. Any more than that and.... I don't do drunk."

"Meet anyone nice?"

"It was just me and the girls and a few drinks," said Sadie. "Just a snitch and bitch session..."

"Oh my..." I said. "I wondered why my ears were burning."

Sadie entered my room wearing a truly hideous pink and blue polkadot bathrobe that was probably new when John Major was Prime Minister. I was sitting up in bed with the duvet pulled up around my shoulders and wading through a rather stodgy Ray Bradbury anthology.

Sadie plonked herself down on the corner of my bed and pulled a face. "There's a message from Alex on the answerphone," she said. "He sounds miserable."

"He probably is," I whispered. "I'll call him in the morning. I doubt it's urgent."

Sadie looked at my book. "What you reading?"

I held up the cover.

"Ray Bradbury? Too fluffy for me. I prefer Malcolm Bradbury or the illustrious Mr. King, as you know." said Sadie, smiling. "Anyway, how are you feeling? How are the cramps? Still can't sleep?"

In truth, I'd forgotten all about the cramps. I put it down to wind and nothing more. Not sleeping? That's largely down to the stress of not knowing where my husband is, or was.

"And is the little one kicking again?"

I put my hand on my belly and felt around for any sign of activity. "Occasionally," I whispered. "I think he's asleep..."

And then, of course, that's when Junior really started to push hard. "I stand corrected. Junior really is dancing the light fandango all over again..."

"Lemme have a feel," whispered Sadie.

I pulled the duvet down, pulled my nightdress up and Sadie laid a hand on my expanded belly. On cue, Junior kicked and kicked hard.

"Wow! That was a big one!" said Sadie. "Most of mine kicked. Jackson, my youngest, was a proper dancer. He'd be stomping around half the night. But Jody? Jody wasn't much of a kicker. We thought we'd lost her once or twice because I couldn't feel anything but... She was okay."

Junior kicked again.

"Lemme have a listen," said Sadie. "Sometimes you can hear their heartbeat."

Sadie put her head on my belly and fell silent. "Na, it's too noisy in there," she said. "Can't hear anything..."

That's when I felt a faint twinge in my belly.

Sadie pulled a face. "Cramps?"

I nodded. "Small one, that time..."

"Rubbing used to help," said Sadie as she put her hand on my belly. "Just the additional warmth and movement helped enormously".

Sadie replaced her hand and began massaging.

"Yeah, that's nice," I whispered and shut my eyes.

Sadie continued with her ministrations until, for reasons I don't fully understand other than the rather obvious, her hand drifted south and into my pubes. And you know something, I didn't bother to stop her.

Sadie continued, her hand moving further and further south until she touched the gap at the top of my legs. I moaned ever so slightly and pushed the duvet all the way down. I was being felt up and I simply didn't want to resist.

"Nice," I said as Sadie's hand wandered between my legs and pressed hard against my pubic bone.

"Works every time," said Sadie. "A quick naughty relaxes the muscles, gets rid of Cramps. My Grandmother taught me this trick..."

I opened my eyes and... Sadie's dressing gown had rolled off her shoulders and she was sitting pretty much topless. I pulled the duvet back and she slid in beside me.

With her hand firmly between my legs, Sadie continued gently rubbing at my pussy until the inevitable fizz began to build.

"You want me to keeping going?" she whispered.

I nodded but otherwise said nothing.

An orgasm began to build. My breathing shifted from easy going to deep, deep sighs and then sudden gasps as the orgasm came screaming into view. Then colours, a rainbow of reds and blues and oranges, and then the sudden surge, like a hurricane rounding the headland and heading for a distant shoreline. I raised my hips and pressed her hand into my soaking vulva. My legs began to tremble, so much so that the bed began to shake. And then I screamed out loud, a deep guttural yell that made the windows rattle.

Tears began to well up in the corner my eyes as I sank into a delicious golden-hued oblivion. Sadie was visibly moved, too. I'd hadn't enjoyed an orgasm for months, certainly since the night before my darling husband had climbed on board his Eurostar connection and gone off in search of another adventure. That sense of abandonment was, once again, very real.

I took a while to recover my senses although, by then, Sadie was fast asleep and gently buzzing beside me. I lay back and wondered what I'd done, and where it would lead.

Sadie was out of bed well before I'd even thought of stirring. I'd enjoyed a decent night's sleep for the first time in weeks, mostly because I didn't have Theo kicking me in the back all night but also because the cramps had abated. I found Sadie downstairs hard at work. We exchanged our usual greetings and, whilst the conversation was friendly, I sensed there was an atmosphere. Whether it was genuine or whether it was an invention of my own, I don't know. Certainly, Sadie seemed content so I left the situation as it was in the hope that it would resolve itself of its own accord.

My job for the day was simple enough - hire a contractor to clean the attic windows then dig out vegetables for tonight's mail meal. I found a suitable company and arranged a date for them to deliver their Cherry Picker. The garden came next and I spent an enjoyable morning trimming and pruning, as well as planting out a collection of new seedlings. Sadie had her own cast-iron schedule, mostly cleaning and chasing after BIF, our dog although she did enjoy a lengthy morning work out on the lawn. Her attire, a black one-piece unitard, was particularly eye-catching, I think deliberately so I felt she was openly flaunting herself. Her ass was just perfection. I hope I'm in that sort of shape when I hit the big six-o.

Charlotte came over for brunch around eleven thirty and the three of us settled down to a simple lunch of cheese and various pickles. After that, I had around a dozen e-mails to sort out and two hours spare before Theo was home from nursery so I set up shop in the back garden and settled down to work with my MacBook.

Twenty minutes later, I spotted Sadie standing at the upstairs windows. She was looking down in my direction and smiling. She waved, beckoning me onwards.

"I see," I whispered. "Seems as if the game is afoot..."

I closed my MacBook and headed indoors. What had she in mind?

I climbed the stairs and then went from room to room, searching in vain. I simply couldn't find her. Where had she gone? That's when I spotted that the doors to the attic space were open. I climbed a little higher and entered where I discovered Sadie rummaging around in a rather shabby cupboard.

"I found some paintings," she said. "Look at this lot..."

I was astonished. We've lived here five years and I'd never thought to look in that cupboard. Not even once.

The paintings were old and covered in dust, and a fair number seemed to have suffered some water damage. One or two others looked as if the resident rodent population had enjoyed a nibble (or two).

"Seems he liked his nudes...." I whispered, mostly because, with the odd exception, nearly every painting depicted a female in a state of undress.

I already knew a little about the artist, Doctor Harold Jameson-Andrews. I discovered his name by reading the Deeds to the house and, after a bit of imaginative Googling, discovered that the good Doctor was an amateur painter of some considerable skill although his work is utterly unknown these days. I found a couple of entries in a local archive about Dr. Jameson. It seems he sent at least five paintings to the Royal Academy for their annual exhibition but was rejected on every single occasion, which Dr. Jameson attributed to the RA's dislike of anything north of Watford Gap.

Sadie pointed to a rather gorgeous oil on canvas featuring a young lady dressed as nature intended and suitably sprawled atop a blanket in the midst of a Spring Meadow.

"I get the impression she was his mistress," said Sadie. "The way he's painted her. It's very..."

"It is rather wonderful... "

"I wish somebody would paint me like that," said Sadie.

I smiled. "I'm sure somebody will... If you ask them nicely."

I shuffled over to the sofa and sat myself down. "I've always loved the light in here. And the warmth. It's always very cosy in here, even on a Winter's day. Deliciously so in fact."

Sadie approached, and stood right in front of me. I could feel the warmth and scent of her body.

"You look rather delicious too," I whispered.

Sadie smiled. "This whole space feels so decadent, so uniquely wonderful, eh? It makes you want to get up to stuff."

"And I'm sure some did but..."

Sadie laughed and then turned, presenting her rather sharply ass. "I just had this urge," she said as she unbuttoned the front of her housecoat. "Because if this was an artist's studio then, from the selection of paintings I just found, said artist did appear to have been rather fond of the ladies. I wonder how many of said ladies ended up lying atop this sofa and without their pants on?"

"I would imagine... lots and probably more than would perhaps be considered decent, or appropriate especially in their rather austere society."

"Bugger austerity," said Sadie, laughing. "Live a little. Life is too damned short for silly standards like.... "

Sadie rolled her housecoat over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Yeah, she was naked underneath. She skipped off to the far end of the room and peered out of the windows from atop a large packing case. I have to admit that I was more than a little interested.

"You can be seen from there," I said, pointing towards Charlotte's house. "Eagle eyes next door will be out with her binoculars."

Sadie stood up to her full height and waved in Charlotte's direction. "Let's give her something to complain about..." she said though I doubt Charlotte was looking. She has other issues on her mind, which we'll come to.

My phone rang. I recognised the number and thought twice about answering. It was my husband and, for reasons I don't fully understand, I picked up.

"I hate this place," he said. "I'm done. I'm coming home. Tomorrow or the day after."

"Home? Okay," I said. "Why?"

"This project is never going to fly... It's a piece of shit. The money is running out and I can't motivate these idle fuckers. They're into drink and cigarettes and porn. Worse, anything you can think of, absolutely anything, they're either drink it, inject it, or fuck it. I hate it all."

Skip forward thirty or so minutes and I'm done listening to my darling husband whine on. Sadie was now fully dressed and not in the slightest bit interested in a romp. Worse, DPD had delivered a large box, which they'd dumped in the driveway and poor Sadie wasn't able to shift it on her own..

Alas, that was the end of my afternoon's fun. No bouncing up and down on a bare body for me, or for Sadie. Never mind. What happened next was... yeah... Read on...

One last night of Freedom

With the news that my husband was returning, I decided that we should enjoy a final night out together. I called up Charlotte.

"I have a job interview at four," she said. "I can meet you at five thirty, probably closer to six."

We agreed to meet up at a restaurant on the Quayside, 21, a place I know well. Good food, if a little on the expensive side. Charlotte was early. She'd nailed the interview - helping a legal firm optimise their business with new technology - so she was also ecstatic.

Theo was fast asleep by the time the second course had been served but then he doesn't really get enthusiastic for anything more complicated than fries and tomato sauce.

By the time dessert was upon us, Sadie and Charlotte were both four seas to the wind, which is to say they'd been at the Vino for an hour. That's when Charlotte suffered a minor wardrobe malfunction.

"I can see your tit," whispered Sadie, as delicately as only she can.

Charlotte looked down, apologised and then nervously covered herself up.

"Not that I'm complaining," added Sadie. "It's a nice tit."

Charlotte blushed but otherwise said nothing more.

Ten minutes later, same malfunction.

"It's this blouse," she said. "Just..."

"That didn't happen in your interview?" I asked.

Charlotte shook her head. "I had a bra on," she said.

"Where's it gone?" asked Sadie.

"Took it off," replied Charlotte. "Way too hot and uncomfortable."

The boob disappeared.

Ten minutes later... You're ahead of me. The nipple was, once again, upon us. However, this time, Sadie said nothing but simply took an ice cube from her drink and, when Charlotte was otherwise distracted, applied said ice cube to the errant tit.

Charlotte screamed a little and withdrew sharply. Pretty much every head in the restaurant turned in our direction and frowned in unison.

"I hope your new workmates are some place else," I whispered.

Charlotte went beetroot red. "Lord, I hope so... I don't want to get the sack before I've even started."

"That was nice," she whispered in Sadie's direction. "Bit of warning would be nice next time."

Sadie sat back in her seat, astonished. "What? Like this?"

Sadie pushed the ice cube up against Charlotte's flimsy blouse and waited for a reaction. Charlotte's eyes opened in surprise though, this time, she remained tight lipped.

I smiled a very knowing smile and let them get on with it. Very shortly, the mischievous nipple put in another appearance, perhaps deliberately placed where a fresh ice cube might be rather deftly applied.

Charlotte grabbed her seat and pulled a smile through gritted teeth. Sadie continued to rub until Charlotte's nipple was out on a stalk and then... we were interrupted by a Waiter, who asked if everything was to our satisfaction. I nodded politely and smiled though I'm absolutely certain that he knew what was going on.

Theo began to wake so... We packed everything up and made our way to the exit. Of course, I left a rather pleasant gratuity. Having worked in the restaurant business - albeit two decades ago - I know that waiters and waitresses earn barely enough to cover costs, even with a minimum wage, so I always tip well. Tips make all the difference.

We took a slow walk down the Quayside to the car park and were soon scudding down the A19 towards home.

Once indoors, I checked messages - nothing of any great import - and then put a very sleepy Theo to bed. Sadie changed into a more flattering dressing gown whilst Charlotte went into the kitchen to sort some drinks. Tea for me, naturally, though those two had something a lot stronger though I can't remember what. Bacardi and Coke I think though the details aren't important.

We settled in the TV room, which is a good place to talk and relax even though, these days, we rarely put the TV on. Sadie sat herself in an armchair and smiled. "I'm going to miss this when I'm gone," she said.

"How long have you got?" asked Charlotte as she entered bearing gifts.

"A month, give or take,"

In an instant, I felt sad. I knew I'd miss Sadie. Perhaps more than I was willing to admit.

"Well, I'll miss you," said Charlotte as she set the drinks down on a small coffee table.

Charlotte kicked off her heels and laughed. "And that, the ice cube! That was amazing!"

She bent herself over, pushed Sadie's hair out of the way and landed a huge kiss right on Sadie's open mouth. Sadie kissed her back.

When they parted about thirty seconds later, Sadie was visibly shocked but also didn't seem to object all that much. "That was... err... nice," she whispered as she placed her drink as carefully as she could on the coffee table. I did note that her hands were shaking more than a little.

What did I think? I thought "Okay, here we go... "

In other words, I knew a romp was on the cards. I'd sensed it building over dinner and in the car on the way home. A romp involving all three of us was inevitable. Did I object? Not in the slightest.

Charlotte settled on the settee next to Sadie's armchair and smiled. Sadie sipped at her drink, plainly a little unsure of what was to follow.

"I forgot the ice," said Charlotte.

"Can't have that," I said, smiling.

Yeah, I'll admit it. I was pushing those two together, encouraging them to step outside of their comfort zones, not that Charlotte needs much of an excuse these days. She returned moments later with a plastic jug full of ice cubes.

We sat and we talked though Charlotte was obviously very fidgety.

"Have you got ants in your pants?" I asked.

"This skirt is too tight," she said. "I can't move."

"Then... take it off," I said. "Nothing we haven't seen before."

The skirt was unzipped and discarded in seconds.

"Any excuse..." I whispered.

"What do you mean? 'Any excuse'," said Charlotte, feigning annoyance.

"Just, you know, you and some drink. Very shortly, you end up minus something. Usually your knickers."

Sadie burst out laughing. "I'm not wearing any knickers," she said.

"Really?" said Charlotte. "Don't believe you..."

Sadie then stood up, grabbed her drink and settled on the couch next to Charlotte. "You don't believe me?" she said. "That's a shame."

Sadie flashed a boob in my direction, which was nice.

"What are your plans?" I asked, perhaps a little too eager to change the subject. I didn't want this state to change too quickly because experience has taught me that if you rush into an encounter then it's over too soon and nearly all parties come away frustrated.

Sadie sat back and stared at the ceiling. "I fly out in a month," she said. "The house is sold. Fred has his half. I have mine. Everything I want to keep is in storage. Everything I don't has gone in the fire."

"In the fire? Surely not..." said Charlotte. "I hope you did a bit of recycling or, better still, up-cycling?"

"Just a figure of speech," replied Sadie. "I gave away a lot though most was handed it in at a Charity shop. No sense in making the Landfill sites even bigger."

"Where's Fred living?" asked Charlotte.

"He's with her, his mistress," said Sadie, sipping at her drink. "They have a pokey little place out at Ovingham. I'm happy for him. They deserve each other."

That comment made me laugh out loud. "Usually when people say 'They deserve each other', it usually means that they're entirely wrong for each other. They usually fight like cats and dogs."

"They do fight like cats and dogs," said Sadie. "All the time from what I've heard. Then again, she may have gotten fed up with him and chucked him out. Don't blame her, frankly."

I noted that Charlotte had edged a little closer to Sadie and that Sadie neither said nor did anything to push her away.

"When I get there, to Australia, I'll move in with my sister at her place in Melbourne, and then move further up the coast to visit friends in Queensland. If I can, I'll get a job, if I can get a work permit. I'll think about coming home before it gets too hot, or sooner if my sister doesn't make it that far. Depends."

That was kinda solemn. Actually, it was a real downer.

"But... you know... onwards and upwards," whispered Sadie sinking the last of her drink.

"It's too hot in here," said Charlotte. Her blouse was immediately discarded in what was, almost certainly, a prelude to the main feature.

"Here we go," I whispered to myself.

Sensing that something was afoot, I decided to go freshen up. "I'll be a few minutes," I whispered. "I need to go wash..."

What happened next? I have no idea. However, when I returned to the TV room, both Sadie and Charlotte were someplace else. I went hunting, up and down, here and there but, alas, I couldn't find them. At one point, I started to wonder if they'd actually skipped over to Charlotte's house. That would have been incredibly uncool, more so because I'd paid for dinner and I wanted my dessert. Eventually, I heard noises far above my head. Mischievous voices. Giggly voices.

I found them in the attic, locked in a tight embrace. Neither party was wearing a thing.

Sadie had been busy. Three days before, this space had been full of Builder's rubble and various items of old furniture. Today, there were chairs, a small table, a standard lamp and a reasonably-sized double bed, which was just about big enough to accommodate three bodies. A small but functional rug sat in front of an artificial fireplace. The glow from the fire threw a series of intricate shapes and dancing shadows over the far, and added a rich ambience to the surroundings. A dozen or so of the larger oil paintings had been pulled out of storage, artfully propped up and suitably dusted and now lined each of the walls,. I was quite surprised by the sudden transformation although whatever Sadie had in mind at that point wasn't obvious.

Annoyed at being left out of the fun and games, I turned to leave.

"Don't go," whispered Sadie.

I smiled, paused and waited. Charlotte giggled. "Please, stay," she said. "Two's company. Three's a party..."

Okay, so... why not?

I was tempted to simply slip out of my bathrobe, maybe let it fall to the floor and join in directly. However, I was sure that, on this occasion, another approach was required. Instead, I sat myself down on a small wooden bench and watched the action unfold.

First of all, this was very much a scene between Charlotte and Sadie. Those two have had the hots for each other for weeks. That much has been obvious and I was surprised they'd waited so long before yielding to temptation. As I discovered later, they hadn't actually waited. They'd indulged themselves on at least two occasions when Sadie had 'popped in for a cup of coffee' when I was last in Newcastle...

Sadie wandered over to the huge windows and gazed across the verdant landscape illuminated by the half Moon hovering just above the eastern horizon. Charlotte was quickly at her side, her hands resting atop Sadie's shoulders.

"This is... idyllic," said Sadie.

"It is, isn't it?" said Charlotte.

Sadie turned to face Charlotte and they kissed, a long, deep passionate kiss that literally made Sadie's toes curl.

Charlotte bent at the waist, grabbed one of Sadie's ample boobs and tongued the nipple until Sadie started giggling. The view from my end of the room was amazing. Sadie had the build of a much younger woman and without any of the usual wear-and-tear that goes with pushing small people out of your bits. Charlotte is (and was) amazing. Tiny little champagne-glass boobs, a narrow waist and a cute little bum. She'd finally allowed her pubes to grow back so what had been a small bare patch was now a rather thick and luxurious bush. What's not to like? I've always been a fan of the bush.

Charlotte took Sadie by the hand and dragged her over to the bed, not that Sadie put up any kind of resistance. Charlotte pulled the sheets back and lowered herself as gracefully as she could. Sadie more or less tumbled on top of her and then rolled on her back, her legs spread wide. Charlotte lay at her side and the pair kissed like a pair of newly weds, all the while her hands exploring Sadie's body as artfully as a sculptor would explore a piece of marble before starting work.

Charlotte's fingers soon found their way towards Sadie's pudenda and that was my cue to get involved. I wasn't missing this for anything.

I stood, let my robe fall and then settled on the bed next to Sadie. Sadie turned to face me and, before I'd even had a chance to draw breath, kissed me hard on the lips, tongues and all. Okay, that was my engine thoroughly up to speed. Charlotte leaned across and planted a second kiss right on my lips. Truth be told, Charlotte and I have been a little out-of-sorts with each other in recent months on account of Charlotte fucking my husband without asking permission first. Okay, so all three of us had only recently bumped uglies a few hours before but she could have asked if she wanted a quick seeing-to rather than go behind my back. I'd have said yes anyway but... Want to know more? Those events are detailed elsewhere in the missive entitled 'My Car Slides'. Go have a read when you're done here. It's quite good fun. Apart from the car accident, that is... That wasn't much fun at all.

Lying on my left, I tucked myself in behind Sadie, content to let Charlotte do most of the hard work. Thereafter, I went to work on Sadie's neck and upper torso, and, as expected, that drove her into orbit.

Charlotte was soon on her knees between Sadie's thighs. Sadie sat up and peered over the top of her boobs and although she was smiling, she plainly was not entirely sure of what was going on. Charlotte then planted a huge kiss on top of Sadie's pubic mound and then pressed down hard on Sadie's belly with the palm of her hand. Sadie groaned and pushed back. I wonder where Charlotte learned that technique? Oh, yeah. Me. Yeah, I'm smiling...

I was starting to feel a little like a third wheel so I decided to become more engaged. I turned over onto my back, spread my legs and telepathically suggested to Charlotte that she might like to alternate the tongue action a little. Charlotte took the hint.

Sadie came at me hard and fast, kissing my neck and breasts until I was gasping for air and dragging on the bedsheets. I could feel a thin bead of sweat forming on my upper lip and at the base of my spine with a layer of tiny droplets forming on my neck and torso. Then there was the cold night air on my nipples, like the caress of an eager lover. I shut my eyes and wondered why Sadie and I hadn't indulged ourselves before now and, of course, the answer was and is... because I'm essentially Sadie's boss, her employer, and our experience with Kaz taught us that mixing sex and employee relations is never a good idea.

I think Sadie and I have moved beyond a Boss relationship by now. Well beyond.

Now, passionate sex is the best sex and a jungle fuck is even better but there are occasions when the slow fuck is the better fuck. I thought we were moving towards a conclusion too quickly. i wanted to make this moment last.

Charlotte was of a similar mindset and she too seemed to sense that the slow approach was required. She paused and then went at my pussy like the seasoned pro that she is, intermittently shifted to one side to remind Sadie exactly why we're here. Charlotte then turned herself around so that she was in a cute little sixty nine with Sadie which meant that both Sadie and I were staring up at Charlotte's lady bits. What's a girl to do? Kiss it. Tongue it. Finger it. Even if it strains your neck then make the effort.

I recently discovered that Charlotte goes more than a little loopy if your kiss her butt hole and whilst I've never really been a fan of butt holes and butt sex in general, I make the exception with Charlotte because she loves it. Now, as uncomfortable as I was, I still managed to get myself into a good position so that I could tease and tickle her ass until she screamed out loud. Sadie seemed a little taken aback. From the look on her face, this was perhaps something new, something she hadn't tried before... so she gave it a try. Yeah, Charlotte really liked that.

Feeling more than a little cramped, I shuffled down to the bottom of the bed where I found a kneeling cushion and then, with Charlotte as the other half of our tag team, we went to work on Sadie's pussy. Her pussy wasn't bare. There were tangles of pubes here and there but not what you'd call a full bush. Not by a long stretch. Didn't stop us and... Sadie was bucking and sobbing within minutes and then, to our surprise, let fly with a little squirt. As many will readily testify, I am a bit of a squirter myself and, as a recipient, I love the sudden gush of warmth that hits your lips and runs down your chin before pooling between the lady's thighs. As a precaution and keen to avoid sleeping in the proverbial wet patch, I grabbed a spare towel and shoved it under Sadie's ass then went back to work again. Perhaps interesting that I should call this 'work'. Freudian slip maybe? Maybe not. I opened Sadie up with two fingers and inserted a third, though I took my time finding her little magic bean. Her pussy wasn't at all tight but it was wonderfully fragrant and gloriously wet. She was well into this, to say the least. I hope I'm still into dirty impulsive sex when I'm past sixty.

Charlotte gestured that it was time for our quick change act, which is to say it was about time that we got our bits tickled. Charlotte rotated herself by ninety degrees so that she was lying across the bed. I followed suite as Sadie shuffled out of the way. Okay, so this was more like old times, with Charlotte and I lying side by side and an obliging partner delivering up the kind of tonguing that keeps you wet and moist well into the New Year and beyond.

Sadie slipped between Charlotte's thighs and spent some considerable time working her way up to the poor girl's slit, to the extent that she was on the point of passing out before Sadie's tongue hit the magic button. Me? I'm too old and too numb these days so, when Sadie began the same meandering approach with me, I just grabbed her by the ears and pushed her face into my pussy. A little unsubtle, I grant you and certainly a little impatient but what do I care? I was gagging for it. I screamed only a minute or so later as the first orgasm came ashore. Charlotte soon followed and we finished up both gasping and groaning, and thoroughly entwined.

Once we'd recovered, I spotted a Devilish little glint in Charlotte's eye. I pounced and dragged Sadie over to the other side of the room. I set her hands down on the window sill, got down on my knees and stuck my face into the poor woman's gusset.

"I can be seen," she muttered. "Someone will see us..."

"Don't care," I mumbled as I slipped into position.

"But... But..."

I slapped Sadie's ass and told her to be quiet. She said nothing more until...

Two minutes later, poor Sadie was bent double with her leg up on a chair as she arrived at the most energetic of orgasms. I looked up and was pleased to discover an enormous hand print on her ass.

"Did you like that?" I asked, once she'd calmed down. "Did you like the slap on your ass?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes..."

I slapped her ass a second time and the poor woman pretty much fell off the chair.

"More?" I whispered.

"More, please," replied Sadie. "Much more..."

Charlotte was on her feet in a second. "Hold her," said Charlotte as she moved into position.

I grabbed Sadie by the arms and fixed her in place.

"Where?" whispered Charlotte. "On your ass? Your back? Your boobs?"

"Boobs," replied Sadie. "Boobs and pussy... please..."

Charlotte delivered a couple of smart 'whacks' to Sadie's torso. Sadie shut her eyes and stared at the ceiling as Charlotte tormented her breasts to the point that the woman practically wilted in my arms. Charlotte pushed Sadie's ankles a little further apart and then playfully smacked Sadie's Mons Pubis with the palm of her hand. "Tell me when to stop," she whispered.

"Don't..." whispered Sadie.

Charlotte gradually bumped up the power with each blow until Sadie was simply too heavy to support. I looked down and there was a puddle of fluid between her feet.

"Sweet," I thought as I bit into her neck. Not a real bite. Just a gentle peck... And that was it. She was gone. Out of it. Charlotte caught her weight before she slumped to the floor.

At this point, Sadie was in tears, a mix of joy, elation, adrenaline and all things in between. I know enough to spot the signs of an impending sub-Crash so I guided Sadie back to the bed and held her close until she recovered. Charlotte joined us, and then wrapped a blanket around the three of us against the night time chills. We remained together for at least twenty to thirty minutes, all the while whispering gentle words of sympathy and encouragement. These precious moments were as close to a genuine state of bliss as you could imagine. The ultimate intimacy that so few people ever get to discover for themselves.

Sadie gradually came to her senses. She smiled and wiped away the tears, and told us how much she loved us and how much she would miss us and how she'd never forget this moment. And I knew for a fact she never would. We all remember our first time in the Zone. Charlotte and I know that mysterious domain all too well.

Okay, so this is where the evening's proceedings started to go a little awry. You see, when Sadie squirted earlier, she soaked the bed. Not a complete deluge but enough to wet the mattress. The bed was actually quite old. How old? I'm not sure but probably too old and those bodily fluids coupled with the heat from the fire almost certainly stirred something into life...

The room began to smell and not just of energetic sweaty bodies covered in the scent of sex. No, the smell was quite bad and then very bad indeed.

"What the hell is that?" asked Charlotte. "I'm started to feel a little sick,"

"Me too," said Sadie. "I think..."

"I think we'd better head downstairs..." I said, grabbing my things.

I switched off the fire and threw open the window. Then I had a better idea. The windows were just about big enough to roll the cruddy mattress into a ball and toss it into the night, which is what we did. Together, we each grabbed a corner, folded the mattress into three and dragged the sticking pile over to the window. We just managed to get the window open wide enough and... It hit the ground below with a heavy thud, landing just in front of the dining room.

"My room?" I whispered. "The bed is..."

However, before the words had even faded into the ether, those two were off downstairs, both minus their pants, both heading in the direction of the first floor bedrooms.

Within, all three of us settled down to a quiet, gentle sleep. I did check in on Theo first although he was, as ever, out like the proverbial light.

Sleep came quickly. I don't remember anything else happening other than Charlotte tripping over a footstool on the way to the toilet.

The following morning? What do you think? Shower sex.

As soon as we'd woken, Charlotte and I hit the shower together whilst Sadie made herself busy in the kitchen.

The Prodigal Son returns...

Thereafter, we didn't indulge ourselves all that much. Alex returned home three days later although he wasn't particularly good company for the next week or so.

Sensing that she would rather be somewhere else, Sadie spent many evenings with Charlotte (and her mother, who was visiting). Alex returned to his former self fairly quickly, his experiences on the Continent having taught him a valuable lesson. He didn't loose any money. Indeed, he'd been able to sell his share of the initial start-up investment at a slight profit though we didn't dare factor in how much he'd lost in terms of lost business with his other adventures, accommodation, travel etc.

Soon enough, the moment of Sadie's departure arrived. Charlotte and I drove her to Newcastle Airport where we put her on a flight to Heathrow and, thereafter, the Pacific. She arrived safely and, whilst she would text and send e-mails fairly regularly, Sadie soon began to fade into memory. Other adventures took over, which I will detail elsewhere.

I gave birth to Nathan in October 2024. He's lying next to me, fast asleep, as I write.

Epilogue

We received a message from Sadie last week. The gist of it went as follows. She'd met a lovely man, ironically from Durham. Her sister's cancer was in full remission, apparently because she'd taken part in a new form of cancer therapy that had proved highly successful and the brain cancer that had been slowly killing her was not visible on any of her recent scans. Sadie would be returning to England in around two months.

"Do you still want a House Keepers?" she asked right at the tail end of her message.

"Yes," I said emphatically. "Definitely."

Yes, definitely. Please come home, Sadie. We miss you.