I was The MILF Next Door! Pt. 03

In order to understand the complex relationships in this series it's better if you read Parts 1 & 2 before beginning this one, although the behaviours can be 'enjoyed' with reading Part 3 alone. ( By way of introduction Jimmy is the lad next door and Mike and Julie are his parents.)

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Needless to say I woke up feeling dreadful both physically and I guess you'd say emotionally. I was truly what my ex would describe as a 'slapper,' and that would be a polite term.

I was at the stage of having this 'fuck' relationship with Jimmy and now seemingly wanting to up the stakes and wanting more daring sex. I knew it would all end in tears but somehow I was compartmentalising that in a tiny corner of my brain.

Jimmy must have thought he was riding a wave. Sex on tap and with a woman that was easily manipulated. How was it I was in control of both my life at work, and also with my sister and her family, yet when I was alone I wanted the 'darker side' of life.

'Are you okay?' was Jimmy's text at around nine thirty.

'Yes, but I feel ashamed of myself.'

Perhaps I shouldn't have admitted that to him, he would just brush it off for selfish reasons and he did.

'Don't, we all had a good time, I promise Jack will be discreet.'

'I hope so because it's not happening again!'

He didn't reply to that except to say that his parents would be back after lunch and could he come round for coffee.

My instinct was to say a definite 'no' but I had a rethink and relented, we needed to draw up new rules, new limits!

I made sure I was dressed by the time Jimmy arrived. He knew he was in for a telling off, but he also knew how weak willed I was. The discussion pretty much ended in a stalemate with both of us wanting to carry on. I guess I knew that and I had to deter him from trying to undress me in the kitchen. He eventually left because he had to tidy up the house before his parents got back.

Everything was back to normal on Monday morning, whatever that was, I was working from home that Wednesday so I didn't see Jimmy until then. Julie and Mike were out all day so it was unusual when I got a text from Jimmy asking me to come round to his.

That had always been a 'no, no' for me. Apart from me being on tenterhooks in their house I was never sure which of the neighbours might see me going in. I ended up creeping in the back way.

Jimmy had invited me in on the pretence of working out why the washing machine had stopped halfway through its cycle. I knew it was probably a ruse but decided to go, it was quite early at nine 'o clock in the morning.

"This better be good Jimmy!" I said it in a pretty stern voice.

The story of the washing machine was in fact true, a simple thing which I solved straightaway before he tried grabbing me.

"NO! Not here... definitely not here!" I was protesting and thank god he saw sense. It wasn't because I didn't want him, it was me sensing danger. And how.

Just as I was about to go the key turned in the front door and Julie walked in.

Looking totally surprised to see me there she said, "Oh hello Debbie, what's wrong?"

The assumption that there was something wrong might have been natural, however I felt my face redden.

"Jimmy had a problem with the washing machine, he asked for female assistance!"

Thank god the machine was working normally and Jimmy interrupting added further weight to the excuse.

"Oh I know, it sometimes stops in the middle of something. Actually I'm more concerned about Jimmy doing washing for himself!"

I laughed almost from relief.

"I just popped back for a file I'd forgotten, but thank you Debbie, he shouldn't be interfering with your day."

If only she knew about his interfering!

I hurried to escape and it was a quarter of an hour later, after she'd left, that Jimmy phoned me at home.

"FUCK Jimmy, I don't want that happening again, what if I'd given in to you... you can see how easily it might hapoen!"

He sighed down the phone in agreement, "But can I come round now?"

"No!... you're incorrigible, you need castrating!"

I ended up laughing and then I gave in, "just an hour... that's all, I'm already late logging on!"

Again I'd given in to my basic desires. Jimmy was in a hurry and the hour was actually shortened to half of that. Bent over the back of the armchair in the lounge I was relying on being a long way from the window when he fucked me. This time I'd forgotten to close the curtains. I was certain Shirley Evans couldn't see but I was horrified when the postman delivered our mail and took a short cut to next door across the front of the open lounge window. He didn't look in I could see that, but I was sure he might not mistake the loud grunting that Jimmy was making when he came inside me.

We were taking more risks as the days went by and as the summer holidays drifted on we both knew our time together was limited.

It was Saturday afternoon that the next bombshell landed. Caitlin turned up on my doorstep and almost pushed her way inside.

"You've been fucking Jack!"

My heart sank and there was no way I could deny it from the guilty expression on my face.

"Caitlin..." I began but she was in a venomous mood.

"I'm a good mind to blow the lot... tell Jimmy's mum and dad you're screwing their son."

I was almost resigned to that happening, but somehow I knew, in the way she said it, that it wasn't quite like that.

"I'd prefer you not to Caitlin," I said in a calm, quiet way.

"I know you fucking would," she spat.

And then she burst into tears. She sobbed and she sobbed, and I couldn't understand a word she was saying. My reaction was to go and put my arm around her. If she smacked me in the face I wouldn't have been surprised, but she buried her face in my shoulder.

"I hate you... I hate you... he'll probably think I'm useless now."

And that told me the whole way she was feeling.

"Sit down... try to listen to me because, believe it or not, I've been where you are."

She lifted her head and looked at me with a tear stained puzzled expression. Her sobbing stopped and she sat down beside me on the sofa.

"I'm totally at fault, I don't deny it and I know what betrayal feels like. We were all very drunk, not that that's any excuse. If you want to get your own back I'll have to accept the consequences, but when you catch your husband fucking his secretary in your bed let me tell you I know exactly how you're feeling."

I'd given her a tissue to help dry her eyes and I was trying to read her mood and her response.

"I've finished with him," she muttered.

"Oh dear," I said it quietly, "seeing how much you care, won't you think again, I'm sure he's learned his lesson?"

She sat quietly as though she was thinking deeply but then surprised me yet again.

"I lost it with him and it makes me feel like a hypocrite."

"Why?" I asked, sensing something deeper.

She looked up, eyes red, an expression etched in pain.

"Because last year I slept with Jimmy and Jack doesn't know about that."

I sighed a deep sigh, recognising the impetuosity of youth.

"Then you know what I would do? Go and make it up, get him to grovel if you want him to, get him to want you back, but start over again and just hope that Jimmy doesn't ever tell him, in fact do you want me to make sure that he doesn't?"

"Would you?" she broke into half a smile, "please, I'd be forever grateful."

We left it there, after some judicious attention to her make up she left and I texted Jimmy.

'We need to speak, phone me when you can.'

He obviously went somewhere to phone without being overheard and when I told him about my visit he said he already knew from Jack about the breakup.

"You didn't tell him about you fucking her?"

He sounded surprised, "Did she tell you?" he paused, "it was just a one off, we were both drunk."

"Stop!" I interrupted, "we both know about one offs! I just don't want you telling Jack about it, promise?"

"Yes, okay, but it really meant nothing."

"It does to her so please don't mention it," then out of curiosity I added, "where are you now?"

"In the spinney up the road? l

The spinney was a woody area a few hundred yards up the road, favoured for dog walkers.

"Wait there, I'll pick you up in my car... three minutes."

The bug had bitten again, listening to his voice had made me want to see him. In less than three minutes he was beside me in my car and I was accelerating away from our neighbourhood.

"Where are we going?" he grinned as he knew there was something up.

"Beacon Woods car park."

Beacon Woods was a well known car park for couples meeting up, it had a reputation for 'dogging' after dark. It was vast with lots of little pockets of parking spaces between the trees. Even on a Saturday afternoon it never got overcrowded.

Jimmy's grin got wider and he placed his hand on my thigh.

Normally driving I would have stopped him but I was so horny I didn't. He felt encouraged and his fingers went to my bare knee, then as he got bolder, up under my denim skirt.

I found myself saying, "Fuck, I want you Jimmy!"

I was surprised with myself at what I'd said and why I was saying it.

His grin turned to a chuckle and shifting in his seat his hand went right up to my panties. There I was driving along with this young man about to finger me.

Neither of us spoke. Jimmy had two fingers under the edge of my panties and I was stretching my thighs apart as much as driving would allow. I was so wet and I could see Jimmy's bulge in his jeans. In fact I reached over and squeezed it briefly, pleased that we'd arrived safely in the car park.

I drove right along one side until I found a reasonably hidden space. I reversed in, thinking it would be better for escaping quickly should we need to.

"In the back, quick." I said.

In seconds we were both shutting the rear doors and I was scrabbling with Jimmy's belt and zip. His cock was soon free and totally erect. I was tugging my skirt up and shuffling my panties off over my ankles.

"Sit back, get that bloody seat belt buckle out of the way... oh god I want you," I gasped, as I straddled his thighs and sank down on his erection.

"GODDD... that feels so good," I groaned.

It was only then that I looked around to see who was nearby. I could only see over the rear parcel shelf and into the woods behind the car. Jimmy had a better view not that he cared so much about being seen. Fortunately my car had darkened windows in the rear and I was in desperate need.

With my arms wrapped around Jimmy's neck I ground down on him, pushing, twerking, and rotating my hips. I think he wondered what had brought this on but he wasn't about to complain. Even when a couple of cars passed by we didn't stop.

I was in a bubble, I just wanted to cum and I wanted to cum on Jimmy's cock.

It didn't take as long as it usually did. I was making so many breathing noises, so many groans and gasps that he knew exactly what was happening.

I shuddered, I stifled a loud cry into his neck and I tried to temper the bucking up and down of my hips.

"Oh fucking hell," I moaned as I relaxed onto his cock, "I'm sorry, I've been totally selfish."

"I've not seen you like this before," he was genuinely surprised and I could feel him wanting to start moving himself.

"I want you to cum now," I whispered, "do you want me to suck you?"

"No... just stay there, I'm not far off."

It was my turn to smile. I gripped both his shoulders and began to lift myself just slightly and then push down. It was what he wanted and when I saw him close his eyes and heard him start to breathe more loudly I knew I was on the right track.

There were a quiet couple of grunts as I pushed down on him and stayed there, enjoying that sense of satisfaction at feeling him pump away inside me. I let him finish before I realised how visible we were to the rest of the car park.

"Pass me my panties Jimmy," I couldn't reach them on the floor. "Careful I need to mop your cum up!"

I screwed them up in my hand and shoved them between my legs as I lifted myself off his cock and flopped down in the seat beside him.

Just to consummate it completely I leaned forward to suck the seeping spunk from his shrinking cock.

"Debbie, you're so fucking horny," he giggled before struggling to pull up his jeans.

"Better get you home," I said and I got out and back into the driver's seat. As he climbed back in next to me I saw the car parked opposite. It was about fifty yards away with just one guy sitting in the driver's seat who'd obviously watched everything.

"Shit!" I muttered, "that perv over there must have seen the lot."

"So what," Jimmy was grinning again.

"Hmmmm, so what if he recognises my car?" I muttered as I turned the ignition on.

"What if he videoed it all, we'll be online by tonight!" goaded Jimmy.

"FUCK OFF Jimmy," I shuddered at the thought of it as I drove off and I was even more distraught when the guy gave a thumbs up as we pulled away.

"Oh Jesus Jimmy, do you think..."

"Stop it, just don't think about it, he probably just had a good old wank, it's a regular thing down there."

Again we'd taken a risk because of carnal desires or at least mine. I dropped Jimmy back at the spinney and drove home. That evening I'm afraid I got completely drunk again.

On Sunday the weather turned hot once again so out came the bikini and I wiped down the sun lounger. I knew Jimmy would be lurking but Julie and Mike were at home so he was limited. It didn't stop him sending texts though.

I'd positioned the umbrella to block out the view from his upstairs window as normal but I couldn't resist teasing him with texts once the sun warmed up.

'I can't see you, move it just a bit.'

I peeked my head sideways and I could see the blinds had been pulled apart.

I replied, 'What's it worth you pervert?'

'Oh go on, please,' came the reply.

I stood up turned my back and undid the bikini top. Clutching it to my body I lay back down. I adjusted my position just a little and let the top slip a little so my nipples were peeping over the edge of the cups.

The texts stopped coming and I wondered why. It wasn't until quite a few minutes later I received the most embarrassing one.

'Omg Debbie. Dad caught me looking out and went bonkers. He saw you too.'

I decided not to return the message and immediately I covered up and went indoors. My face was burning hot, knowing we'd almost been caught again, all because of my stupid game.

"Shit!" I muttered and paced up and down in the kitchen.

I decided the best course of action was to behave normally so I went back outside and lay down again. It was some half an hour later that I heard movement behind the fence. Then I heard Mike talking to Julie and they were obviously moving some pots around.

Julie must have realised I was there and spoke up.

"Hi there Debbie, it's going to be hot again, you sunbathing?"

I replied, "Hiya Julie, yes I'm gonna take advantage while I can."

"I'm just about to make some coffee, fancy popping round for a chat?"

I couldn't really refuse so I tried to answer enthusiastically, "Yes, I'm not really dressed to visit, but I'll just put something on... give me five minutes."

I threw on my overlarge shirt and got some better sandals before slipping through the side gate. Mike was already sitting at the patio table and Julie was inside brewing the coffee, I shouted 'hello' to her before sitting at the table with Mike.

"Sorry we've interrupted your sunbathing Debbie."

I couldn't avoid blushing, I knew damned well he'd seen me topless.

"Got to take advantage of the sun while it's out," I replied no doubt sounding nervous.

"You should, got to tan that beautiful body of yours!"

It was blatant flirting and he was holding eye contact for as long as he could, however I was saved by Julie bringing the coffee out.

"Nice to be able to have a chat Debbie, I wanted to ask you a favour if you don't mind?"

I wondered what that might be and when she continued I had to disguise my awkwardness.

"You know Jimmy is going back to uni in a couple of weeks."

Even the sound of his name made my heart stop.

"Yes..." I replied uncertainly.

"Well he needs to be able to use spreadsheets a lot this term on a project and he's not really great at them. I know you use them a lot and we wondered if you'd help him out with a bit of tutoring? We'd pay you for your time."

So much random stuff flashed through my mind. Me being paid to fuck him, crazy thoughts which I tried to block out.

"Of course I will and I won't need anything except maybe patience?" We all laughed.

"You've known him for so long I think you'll manage, he'll be warned."

With that Jimmy appeared, surprised to see me. When his mum told him that I'd offered to help him with spreadsheets he mumbled a begrudging 'okay.' It was an excellent piece of acting for which I was truly thankful.

"I've got a half day tomorrow Jimmy, shall I come here or do you want to come to me?"

Mike butted in, "We'll be at work so you could use my office there's the big desk and I've got two screens?"

It sort of put pressure on me to say yes so I agreed although I was nervous for obvious reasons.

"Okay, I'll come round about nine, will you be up?"

Again Mike interrupted, "I'll make sure he is!"

Jimmy pulled a face behind his dad's back and with a brief, "See you in the morning," he retreated into the house.

"That's really good of you Debbie, hopefully a couple of hours with you will bring him up to speed," Julie smiled.

"A couple of hours with Debbie would bring anyone up to speed," Mike remarked and Julie promptly whacked him across the shoulder with her hand.

"Don't be so damned crude Mike! she's offering to help."

Mike winked at me when Julie wasn't looking which made me blush and half smile. Inside I was a maelstrom of guilt.

"Is it too early for a glass of wine?" Mike suggested.

I looked at Julie and was about to say that I'd better go back home when she said, "Why not, you're not driving are you Debbie? I'll have one Mike but I've got to pay those bills I told you about, I'm sure you can entertain Debbie while I'm doing that."

I was carried along with all this and watched Mike getting a bottle and some glasses and pouring me a large glass.

"You can take that shirt off if you want to Debbie, I interrupted your sunbathing."

He was looking directly at me seeing how I'd react.

"It's okay Mike, I'll catch up later if the suns still out."

I held his gaze knowing what he was thinking, he was never one to miss a chance to flirt.

"I'll have to make sure I'm around then," and as he said it he chuckled.

"And I'll have to make sure I'm decent," I met his chuckle with a broad grin.

He got halfway through his next sentence when Jimmy came back out.

"Yes your umbrella does... er... a good job."

Jimmy was astute enough to know he'd arrived in the middle of some flirty repartee, he also knew his dad!

When Julie came back out the conversation reverted to general gossip and news but it was strange to be aware of two 'men' taking glances at my legs and lusting after me. As the alcohol took effect I was ashamed to admit that I let more of my legs become visible.

Mike tried to refill my glass but I'd not eaten and I had to make my escape. When I made my apologies and got up to go Mike followed me to the side gate.

"You look good in that bikini Debbie," he whispered very quietly, holding the gate open.

I should have just ignored it but I found myself whispering back, "You're a horny sod Mike," and I hurried back home.

As I walked back into my kitchen I was shaking. "God Debbie, you're the horny one!"

I took a deep breath and found some biscuits and a lump of cheese to mop up the alcohol and gather my thoughts. Why the heck had I encouraged Mike?

By the time I'd had some coffee I was ready to get back to my book. The sun was up in the sky so I plastered myself with more sunscreen and got myself organised on the lounger, this time making sure the umbrella was in position.

I found the sun too bright to read even with my shades on so I lay back and closed my eyes. My thoughts drifted back and forth from Jimmy to Jack and then to Mike. Whatever I did I couldn't distract myself.

I heard various noises over the fence and various conversations, mainly Mike and Julie, Jimmy's voice occasionally interrupted until it went quiet again

I found myself checking the umbrella and the upstairs window next door.

I was in one of those moods, somewhat mischievous, somewhat provocative. When I saw the blinds move it was like a dare.

Was it Jimmy, was it Mike, or was it even Julie?

Laying back I nudged the umbrella just a few inches and lifted myself up a touch before undoing my bikini top. This time I was brazen. I simply removed it and threw it on the table. I then proceeded to apply sunscreen to my breasts in such a way that would have got any man going.

I took time to massage my nipples so that they stood out like pink buds, I leaned to one side and then the other to make my breasts move. And finally I stood up and replaced the towel before lying back down.

Who was it looking out? When I heard Jimmy's voice just the other side of the fence talking to his mum I knew. My pussy tingled, my heart suddenly beat faster. God what was I doing? I was completely in slut mode again.

I decided I'd gone too far, I took my book, my towel, and bikini top indoors and had a shower. I found myself sitting down in the shower tray, knees up, thighs apart and thrusting the shower head directly onto my clit. It was my go to method most mornings and this time my orgasm was fast and furious. By the time I'd washed and dried myself I was in some semblance of normality. In an attempt to keep grounded I phoned my sister to catch up.

I didn't sleep at all well, my mind drifting here and there. I was up and dressed by seven thirty and a good job I was because at just before eight the doorbell rang. My heart stopped when I saw Mike standing there.

I could see Julie waiting to get her car off the drive and Mike simply said, "He's up and dressed, he'll see you at nine," and then as he turned to go he added out of the side of his mouth, "You looked delicious."

I hoped Julie couldn't see my blushes as I gave her a little wave and closed the door, again my heart responding.

"Why the hell do I do it?" I muttered for probably the eighth or ninth time in the last twelve hours.

I poured myself a coffee and made some toast while contemplating my assignment!'

Should I be wearing this dress I asked myself as I made my way round the side to Mike and Julie's kitchen door. Jimmy was sipping a mug of coffee himself when he saw me.

I held up my hand to signal for him to keep his distance.

"Jimmy! somehow we have to teach you something in these few hours!"

He chuckled, "It's okay, I made it all up for mum and dad, I'm quite good at spreadsheets, I even suggested to them that you might teach me."

My shoulders sagged, "You devious sod," I muttered before I was embraced and felt him hard up against me.

"Let's go upstairs," he suggested.

"We can't," I replied, "you know how nervous I am here, especially after we nearly got caught. Let's go to mine, we can make some excuse about me having some resources there."

"Okay, but I want to show you something."

That puzzled me and I thought it was a trick when he took my hand and led me upstairs.

"Jimmy, this had better be good."

When he pulled me into his mum and dad's bedroom I held back.

He was chuckling and had a mischievous expression on his face.

"Look what I found."

I watched as he went to a corner wardrobe cupboard, opened it and reached down to a drawer right at the bottom. Pulling it out he gestured for me to come closer.

He was watching to see my reaction as he began to pull out all sorts of stuff. A black leather hood, some wrist cuffs made of leather, a couple of sizeable dildos and two sets of nipple clamps.

"Jesus," I muttered under my breath, "your mum and dad's?'

He was laughing, "Who else's?"

"Fuck me," I uttered with total surprise again.

"You reckon you'd take these dildos?" he was holding up a huge black one.

"Stop it, put it away, we shouldn't be going through these."

He held up two nipple clamps and reached out towards me.

"Come on, let me try these on you."

I pushed him away, "Fuck off!... now put them back, close it up and let's go back to mine."

As we scurried back downstairs I had to admit I was shocked. Not so much with Mike, I"d guessed he was a horny sod, I'd told him so, but Julie... WOW?

"How long have you known about that stuff?" I asked Jimmy once we were indoors.

"Since Friday, I was rooting around trying to find an old photo album and I opened the drawer, I couldn't believe it, like you."

We were standing in the kitchen and almost naturally we were holding each other in a hug and discussing this mind changing find. Jimmy looked at me.

"You ever done stuff like that, I mean being tied up, using 'things."

I chuckled, "if I'm being absolutely honest Jimmy I have played around with partners I've trusted, nothing extreme though."

"Would you trust me?"

I grinned and at the same time felt his cock pressing against me.

"I probably would, but there are not many circumstances when I'd be comfortable with it, I mean just being next door to your mum and dad, just things you don't think about."

We kissed and I snuggled into his neck while he slipped his hand up under my top to unclasp my bra.

"Let's go upstairs," I whispered.

This was one of those times when we were both unhurried. We kissed again inside my bedroom with Jimmy lifting up my top over my head before lowering his mouth to my nipples.

"Get undressed," we both sensed our slow burning passion and I undid my skirt, dropped it around my ankles before wriggling out of my panties. Jimmy was quick in his stripping out of his clothes until we both stood looking at each other for just a second before I put my finger to my lips.

He knew what that meant. Besides not saying anything, it meant I was in charge.

I gently pushed him backwards the few feet to the bed where he sat and he was then pushed by me onto his back. He spread himself across the bed and I looked down at his growing erection. Again I put my finger to my lips and smiled.

I hitched up one leg and knelt beside him, bending forwards to take him in my fingers and then into my mouth. There was a quiet sigh as I very gently sucked the head and licked my tongue around it.

My pussy was ready for attention too and while he began to get even harder I swivelled my hips to kneel astride his shoulders. Jimmy moved his arms up behind my knees and I was able to sink down towards his mouth.

The feeling of his tongue immediately between my pussy lips felt heavenly and then we were both in our bubble. Me slowly moving my head up and down taking as much of him as I could and enjoying the pleasure I was giving him.

He was moving his tongue backwards and forwards just enjoying the taste of my pussy juices. I was pressing my hips down on his face and I trusted him to move to where he could breathe but still give me maximum pleasure. We fitted perfectly and fell into a mutual rhythm of, at first teasing, and then doing exactly what we'd both taught ourselves to love, the gradual progression towards a mutual climax.

I never knew what the passing of time was when it was like that. We both had developed a sense of how close we both were to cumming and on this occasion we weren't going to fuck, we just wanted to cum in the most natural way.

The sounds in the bedroom were, I guess, those simple sexual sounds that a couple make when they're confident in each other. Sucking sounds, sounds of skin moving over skin, a feeling of heat between two bodies and eventually the shivering moments of orgasm.

Jimmy was sucking my clit when I knew I'd start to cum, I'd been tasting that delicious precum for several minutes and knew by the movement of his hips how close he was.

It was perfect. I felt him lift up a fraction and his cock seemed to swell slightly before that first jet of semen squirted across my tongue before I was then trying to swallow everything as his cock continued jerking several times.

My hips bucked and shuddered and I did press down on him, muffling his pleasurable grunts and then hearing him trying to take a breath while his mouth was locked onto my clit.

"Oh fuck," I muttered quietly as he lifted me up slightly so he could breathe properly.

I could hear him gasping as I lifted off him, licking the last drops of semen from his cock before twisting and lifting myself back up to lie beside him.

"Fuck!" he repeated, grinning before we hugged and kissed.

We could taste each other and ourselves in that first kiss. We almost savoured it, open mouthed and moaning quietly, before falling slightly apart and realising how hot we were.

I spoke first.

"That was good," which was an understatement.

"Fucking good," Jimmy had got his breath back.

I lifted myself up on one elbow and looked down at his face, glazed with my juices. I wiped him dry with my forearm.

"The summer will soon be over," I said with a hint of sadness.

"I know," he replied with a definite hint of sadness.

"You know this will end then, it can't possibly go on."

"Why not?" he added without thinking.

"Because."

"Because what?" he sounded almost angry.

"Because you'll be at uni, you'll probably find a girlfriend and I will be back here miles away and I have my own life to lead."

"But I can come home at weekends to see you?"

"Oh yes," I replied, "hi there mum and dad, I'm just popping home for the weekend to get my clothes washed and to fuck Debbie next door!" That's perfect.

"But Debbie..." he reached over clinging to me and I could see tears in his eyes. It was then that I realised Jimmy had properly fallen for me.

"Oh Jimmy," I was looking at him closely, holding him tight. "I know you and I have been swept along in all this for weeks now, I'm afraid it's been mostly my fault, I should have stopped it before it began."

"No... nooooo," Jimmy began to protest.

"Listen!" I said quite firmly. "Yes, it's down to me. Maybe you think you've fallen in love with me but it's just one of those life experiences. It would never work between us. You'll always be a part of me but I'm not the one for you, I'm too free now, I'd break your heart sooner or later, maybe it happens to be now."

It all went quiet and I was hoping he'd accepted what I'd said. I could just hear us breathing quietly.

"What if I told mum and dad?"

I sat up bolt upright, "Jesus Jimmy, why?"

He wasn't really thinking, he was just lashing out. For one moment I thought it was his vague attempt at a sort of blackmail.

"It okay, I wouldn't, I'm sorry."

I relaxed, "I really don't know how we've kept it quiet up to now."

"I guess you're right," he muttered, we were both sounding very subdued.

"Look we must get up, you need to go back home, I need to log on to work."

"When can I see you again?" It was the perpetual question.

I was back in temptation mode and wanting to make the most of every opportunity, "I'll take Wednesday off, I'll swap with someone else."

Jimmy grinned and set about getting dressed, " Good, I'm going to fuck you all day long."

"Huh, you wish... now go"

Again my instincts were alerted at lunchtime when I was making myself a sandwich, I heard a door slam next door and to my surprise Mike appeared through my side gate. He grinned and I opened the door to let him in.

"I was just passing and I thought I'd pop in to see how the lesson went?"

I felt my face warm up so I turned my back to put something in the fridge and replied, "Yes... fine... I hope it helped, you'll have to ask Jimmy. Do you want some coffee, I'm gonna make myself one?"

Mike looked at his watch, "Okay, it's not often I get a lunch break, especially with an attractive woman."

My defensive shackles rose immediately, "Stop that, you can flirt all you like when Julie's around, but not when I'm on my own!"

Mike grinned, "Oh Debbie, you know me so well, but you're hard to resist."

"I said stop it, and for god's sake your son's next door." I tried to look indignant and I kept myself on the other side of the breakfast bar.

"I think he'd probably understand," he seemed to say it under his breath and it made me blush once again, it was becoming quite awkward.

"Sit down and behave yourself, just there!" I pointed to a stool.

"Julie's been a bit cool this last year since Jimmy went away to uni."

I groaned, "Ohhhhh... violins... am I gonna get the 'my wife doesn't understand me' line?"

Mike had to chuckle. " I just don't know how you get along being single for so long."

"It's because I'm not so horny as you?" I couldn't believe what I was saying.

I put the mug of coffee in front of him.

"Maybe," he pondered, "but I've tried all sorts to pep it up."

I immediately thought of the drawer full of s and m stuff in his bedroom.

"I'm not a sex therapist Mike I probably can't help you, and anyway I don't think we should be talking like this."

"Does she ever confide in you?" he asked quite bluntly.

I looked at him, trying to think of a way of changing the conversation, "She hasn't, no... we don't discuss sex."

"I did wonder if she was having an affair, I can't see it though 'cos she'd go ballistic if it were me."

"She always seems to guard you at parties," I smiled, "like at the last one, I noticed she doesn't like it when you flirt."

His furrowed brow turned to a slight smile, "She knows damned well I fancy you!"

"Stop it Mike, I don't want to hear! When you've finished your coffee I think you'd better go."

The furrowed brow returned and I had a funny moment when the expression on his face reminded me of the face Jimmy sometimes had when I told him he had to go, usually with my pussy oozing with his cum.

He drank the last of his coffee and I hung back as he went to go out of the kitchen door.

"I do enjoy our little chats, I won't give up you know!"

"Fuck off Mike!" I said it in a jokey quiet way and he chuckled as he disappeared.

Strangely it left me slightly elated and I scolded myself for another set of inappropriate feelings.

Over the next day I got numerous texts from Jimmy mostly bemoaning the fact we only had a short time left. When Wednesday arrived I was pretty sad too. I'd got up early and I was freshly showered, shaved, and made up, especially for Jimmy. He arrived barely five minutes after his parents had left.

It was an emotional and intense day. We were in bed by nine 'o clock and stayed there for most of the day, getting up to get drinks or to eat something. Jimmy was just as he'd said, intent on having every moment filled with sex and intimacy. We'd made love several times before lunchtime and I found myself asleep until he woke me with a cup of tea.

"I didn't sleep very well last night," I admitted.

"No I didn't either, I feel so sad."

"Yes but we've been through this haven't we Jimmy, it's been an intense few weeks and I'll treasure every moment."

We began kissing emotionally too and even though we were exhausted from the morning, we had sex again twice that afternoon. When it came time to go I coaxed him into leaving and promised to see him once more before he left that weekend.

I didn't foresee the visit that would change the direction of my life yet again.

**********

"Hi Debbie, I wondered if I might have a word?" Mike's face was serious.

After my conversation with him on Monday his expression didn't show any sign of warmth in fact it looked a bit angry.

"Come in Mike, of course."

I had that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach and I knew this was what I'd always feared.

I gestured for him to go into the kitchen.

"You and Jimmy," he said, "I can't believe it."

I wanted a hole to open up and for me to sink into it.

"How long's it been going on?"

My mouth opened but no words came out.

"How could you... how could you Debbie?" he seemed both angry and sad.

"Did Jimmy tell you?" It was all I could manage to say.

Mike leaned forward and placed his hands flat on the breakfast bar.

"No he didn't, in fact he doesn't know that I know yet!"

"Then how?" I muttered.

"Because he's got naked photos of you on his phone, he left it open and it pinged. He was answering the front door, I thought it was a messsge from Caitlin and then I saw the photos in his library.

"Oh god... me on the sun lounger..." I began but Mike interrupted me.

"No you naked asleep on a bed, I presume it's yours."

I knew Jimmy must have taken them on Monday.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Mike... it just happened and neither of us could stop it, oh god does Julie know?"

"No one knows except me and you, not even Jimmy knows that I've seen them."

"What are you going to do?" I must have looked like a frightened mouse.

"I'm not sure," Mike's expression seemed to soften." I need time to think, he goes back to uni this weekend, I don't want to ruin Julie's farewell dinner she's made for Saturday."

"I'll stay away from him, I promise," I almost whispered it.

"Damned right you will, I'll think about this over the weekend, don't say anything to him, you'll only make it worse, make some excuse or other."

Mike turned to leave, "And you saying what you said to me in this very kitchen the other day, people have names for women like you!"

After he'd gone I burst into tears.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I cried out. Everything had happened as I feared it might. It would be impossible to see Jimmy again before he left for uni. Should I tell him his dad's found out?

I chickened out, I went straight upstairs, threw a few clothes into a small suitcase, rang my sister to see if I could stay over the weekend and I left. I stopped at the end of the road and sent Jimmy a text.

'I'm so sorry Jimmy, family emergency. Got to go to my sister's until Monday. Will text you then.'

And that was that, a sorry mess and it stood the chance of getting messier. There were a whole series of texts back from Jimmy, mostly declaring how he was desperate to see me again. I took a hard line, I thought if Mike decides to reveal all, the shit would hit the fan anyway.

'We need time apart. Go back to uni and study hard, it was good while it lasted.'

My sister knew something had happened, she also knew not to delve too deeply, she just knew it was about a man.

I returned home early on Monday in time to get to work. I tried to avoid going outside or looking through the curtains, scared that either Julie or Mike would see me. I was ashamed. I didn't work at home at all that week.

I kept my head down until Mike rang the doorbell on Wednesday evening.

"Julie's at the gym, I thought I'd better talk to you again."

His expression was difficult to read. I invited him in and this time we went into the lounge.

"Would you like some wine, I've just poured myself some?" I was wary of saying the wrong thing.

"Yes, okay Debbie, if you've opened a bottle."

The fact that he'd called me Debbie and not a slutty bitch was a positive I thought. I hurried out to the kitchen and returned with my glass and one full of Merlot for him. He sat down on the sofa and I sat opposite him in the armchair.

"So Jimmy doesn't know I know and Julie knows nothing either. I'm not sure where that leaves us."

"Neither do I," I mumbled, not looking directly at Mike.

"You won't visit him at uni will you?" he asked.

I reacted instantly, "No, I've done enough harm, it's totally the end. Do you think Jimmy will confess to either of you?"

"We'll deal with that if and when it happens, but I have to ask you something Debbie?"

I looked up, "What?"

"Are you seeing anyone else or was Jimmy the only one? I'd hate to think you were just using him."

"No, I'm not, I had feelings for him I wouldn't do that."

Mike seemed to be relieved, "Good... I think if I'd been him I might have been tempted by you as well."

I was quiet, taking a huge mouthful of wine, and then stupidly I said, "I hope you and Julie can sort yourselves out now you're alone again."

Mike swigged all of his wine and stood up to go, "Some hopes, but we'll see."

I stood up too, nervously putting my glass down and leading the way to the front door.

"If all goes well can we put this whole thing behind us Debbie, I know you're a passionate woman, I just wish you'd find a decent man."

"All the good ones are taken Mike, I'll just trust to luck."

I undid the latch and Mike stepped to go out then halted. 'Is it okay to hug, by way of a truce?"

I had no time to reply before he'd wrapped his arms around me and my face was buried in his chest. He held me like that for several seconds before he let go.

"Lucky Jimmy, god he was so lucky!" and then he was gone.

I stood there slightly shocked and perplexed, wondering about the complications of the whole situation, I went straight back into the lounge to finish my wine and think.

It was a couple more days with me keeping my head down before the next hiatus occurred. I'd never heard it before but the weather had become warm again, a lovely transition into autumn, and I had the doors to the patio open wide for breakfast.

I heard shouting and it was clearly coming from next door. Mike's' voice deep and loud, mixed with Julie's voice, shrill and angry.

At first the words were indistinguishable and the more I thought the more I worried that the whole truth had been told to Julie. I strained to decipher what was being said. They were upstairs with only a couple of small window lights open, however it became clear it was purely domestic and just about them.

And then there was a crash, something had been thrown and clearly shattered, then silence, then slamming doors and finally I heard Mike's car rev up and speed off.

I wasn't sure what to do. I questioned whether Julie was okay?

I went out on the patio to move some furniture around, making a noise and making myself plainly present in the garden.

"Debbie?"

Julie's voice was thin and upset.

"You okay Julie?" I asked the obvious question.

There was sobbing and between sobs she muttered, "Can I come round?"

"Yes... YES... come round straightaway," I went to the side gate, opening it for her to come through, "come into the kitchen, I'll make some coffee, just sit down and gather yourself, there's a box of tissues there."

I hurriedly set the coffee machine going and went back to put my arm around her.

"I heard the row," I said quietly, "it sounded angry."

She was trying to speak calmly but everything came in brief words, interspersed with intakes of breath and tears.

"Oh Debbie, he was really horrid, it's been so hard these last few weeks."

"Do you want to tell me?" I was trying to tread a delicate path.

The coffee machine ended and I got up to pour two mugs. As I put them down on the breakfast bar she looked at me red eyed and holding a tissue to her nose.

"You'll probably think I'm a bitch," she declared which sounded so odd for Julie.

"I don't think so, marriages are so bloody complicated, you must know I've been there."

She looked down into her coffee, "Things haven't been great between us, you know... in bed!"

Julie was clearly uncomfortable with that statement.

I tried to sympathise, "That happens but I don't want to pry."

"We kept it away from Jimmy over the summer while he was home."

I nodded and remarked, "I didn't suspect anything at your party?"

"No, we're good at covering it up, but that was the start of it, just after the party."

"You mean the unhappiness?"

Julie erupted in tears once again.

"Oh god Debbie, not just that, I'm a cow, how could I have done such a thing?"

"What?" I asked with a sense of foreboding.

I've been unfaithful, I've cheated on Mike!" then hurriedly she added, "he doesn't know but I've been so horrid to him, making excuses not to have sex, that sort of stuff."

My mind raced to think of who she might have been unfaithful with, I couldn't think of anyone.

"Is it still going on?"

There was another outburst of sobbing, "Yes... oh god and it gets worse."

I was feeling so sad for her and in the back of my mind I didn't want her to get any hint of what had been going on with me and Jimmy.

"How's that, tell me, your secret's safe with me, I promise."

"You know Jimmy's best friend?"

A sudden weight pressed down on me from above and my heart stopped.

"Jack?" my voice croaked.

"Yes Jack, it's him... and he's only nineteen... oh god... what have I done?"

My mind was totally cooked, I'd had sex with him too, he was probably still having sex with Caitlin and now Julie was in the same sordid place that I was with her son! What an unholy mess!

"It's okay... it's okay," I was trying hard to think my way through it, "and you're still meeting?"

"Yes, she continued to sob, "he works in town close to my office, we've been having sex in my car and also using a friend of mine's flat." She paused, " The sex is so good, I was thinking I was addicted to it."

That statement might have been amusing and so familiar but for the reality of the situation. I tried to be logical.

"So with Mike, do you think he suspects?"

"I don't think so, he's been trying to spice things up between us... being more daring."

I knew exactly what she meant.

"Is it too much to have sex with him while you're seeing Jack?"

"I did try at first but I had to fake it, it was so difficult to let go."

"Well I think you've got to choose Julie, I hate to say it, but otherwise it'll end in tears."

I felt like the total hypocrite, she was like a copycat of me except I didn't have a husband!

"I think I'll go away for a few days, get away, try to do without Jack, and I'm not sure but I think he still sees Caitlin, I guess he's using me in a way."

"Just hold that thought then Julie, it might help, tell me where you're going when you've decided, I'll support you if you need someone to confide in."

We hugged, she'd calmed down and had got it all off her chest, I really hoped that I'd helped. But still my guilt weighed heavily down on me.

It was lunchtime when I'd got a text from her telling me that she'd gone to stay with an old friend in London that she could trust. I sent back the same good wishes and the offer to talk through anything. That evening I just wanted everything to go away, for history to be erased and again I turned to wine.

I was totally in the wrong place and frame of mind when Mike rang the front door bell. I was on my second glass of Malbec and not prepared to think about anything to do with men, marriage, or relationships.

"Can I come in?" he asked in a low voice.

What could I say? "No, go away?..." so I said, "Yes come in Mike, what's up, are you okay?" knowing very well everything wasn't okay.

"I just need some advice," which was a strange request but I knew why."

"Go into the lounge, can I get you a glass of red, I'm halfway through my second, it's been a hard day!"

"Please... yes... I know the feeling."

When I returned with the glass and the rest of the bottle Mike was seated in the armchair. I handed him the glass and went to sit on the sofa opposite.

"So what advice do you need?" I tried to look like I was totally ignorant to what he was about to say.

"Julie and I had a massive row this morning, I stormed out and I've come home to find she's left along with her suitcase."

"I need to tell you something Mike."

He looked at me with a somewhat expectant look, "What? If you know something I don't, then tell me, please!"

I knew I'd have to tread carefully if I was to protect Julie's confidence.

"I heard all the shouting this morning and after you'd left she came round to me crying her eyes out." Mike was about to speak but I carried on, "She knows you're not getting on and you both seem to have lost that spark."

I was making it up as I went along and trying to put it as delicately as I could.

Mike slumped a bit in the armchair and then stood up as though he couldn't sit still. As he walked up and down he seemed agitated, not anything like I'd seen him before.

"I've tried, you know to be attentive, I've even tried to add a bit of spice, do you think she's having an affair? Did she say anything?"

I went red at the suggestion of 'spice' but I hoped Mike didn't take that as guilt when I lied about her not having an affair.

Then he switched.

"I guess you fucking my son could be in the affair category?"

I sort of mumbled a reply, "I wouldn't say that, but it was secretive and I'm sorry for that."

"Well it's turned my attitudes upside down."

This was dangerous territory and I kept quiet.

"Not saying much Debbie?"

"No, probably the best thing." I muttered.

"It's strange, if I'd had an affair with you would we be regretting it like you seem to be doing with Jimmy?"

Mike had stopped pacing up and down and was studying my reaction to his questions.

"If I'd had an affair with you we'd probably have been found out pretty soon by Julie!"

It brought the first hint of a smile to his face, "Oh I think I'd have kept you a very close secret!"

I snorted, "I don't think affairs work like that, your son is the perfect example."

Suddenly Mike sat down beside me on the sofa and put his glass on the coffee table.

"But it was exciting while it lasted?" Mike was studying me closely.

"I don't think I ought to answer that Mike, we're getting into dangerous territory."

"Why not, you must have carried on with it knowing how risky it was."

"I did... and I wished I hadn't."

"You were addicted, or were you in love?"

"No, never love, god then it would have been complicated! I'm just regretting that I might have broken Jimmy's heart."

Mike sat back in the sofa and chuckled, "Fuck... you'd have broken my heart Debbie," then he paused, "you know how much I've fancied you!"

"Stop it..." I paused then added, "and I always knew how Julie would have chopped your balls off!"

He sighed, "Not now it seems." His voice sounded so wistful and for a moment I felt his fingers lightly run down my back.

"I said stop it, just don't complicate this any more than it is Mike!"

His fingers then ran all the way back up and I shivered, visibly. Briefly there was silence and he could sense that I was about to get up to escape him.

"Stay here... I'll behave... sorry." he said quietly.

I turned to look at him directly, "The trouble is you won't, Julie's not here to keep you in check."

We both stared and Mike raised his hand to run his forefinger down my jaw and under my chin. I shivered again and gripped his hand in mine, lowering it down and putting it on my breast.

Our eyes stayed locked together, the moment frozen in time as he stroked me and found my nipple hardening through the fabric of my satin bra and cotton dress. All reason and common sense had left me yet again and my hormones were fired up. I could blame it on the alcohol but it was pure lust once again.

He reached up to my shoulder and pulled me towards him. We both heard each other sigh as our lips met, my arm slipping up around his shoulder. When the kiss ended and we pulled our lips apart we were both breathing fast. Our faces were inches apart and I had to speak.

"No Mike... this is insane... we mustn't."

How many times in my lifetime had I said something like that only to find myself doing the opposite moments later. This was no exception.

Mike just muttered, "I want you Debbie."

The 'mustn't' turned to 'must' as I twisted even more towards him lifting one knee upwards to rest across his thigh. The inevitable kiss was an open mouthed explorative kiss with our tongues wrestling, teasing and with my arms back around his neck holding him close.

I must have muttered, "Oh no," when I felt Mike's fingers gliding up my thigh under my dress. I didn't stop him, in fact I raised my knee a little so that his fingers found the moist fabric covering my pussy.

Expertly his fingertips lifted the edge of my panties and straightaway found their way into the slick juices between my pussy lips.

"Oh no... Mike... oh no," I repeated.

The words were simple denials of what I now wanted.

Stretching the panties aside his fingers worked their way inside me and it felt incredibly erotic in the heat of that moment. And then the intense desire of both of us kicked in. He was pushing me backwards on the sofa and I was tugging my panties down over my thighs. Up on his knees beside me he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers and pulling both them and his boxers down to his knees.

Our eyes locked on each other, not a thought of anything else in the world except fucking. I lay back and spread my knees wide and Mike fell forward between them. I hadn't even seen his erection but I felt him as his cock pushed into my wetness.

"OHHH... MIKE!" I moaned out loud... "GOD YES.," I said as he slid right inside me and the full weight of him pressed down on me.

It was complete abandonment, of all control, of all inhibitions, of all morals as he thrust into me, grunting, groaning and grinding his way out of a period of abstinence with Julie. Unbelievably I came within a few minutes and he followed very quickly after me. Both of us were struggling to breathe and our clothing was wrapped around us in the most twisted and contorted way.

I could feel the wetness between us, Mike's ejaculation seeping from my ever bountiful pussy.

"Oh dear," was perhaps Mike's understated admission of regret.

I didn't help by muttering, "That might have been a mistake," my mind containing thoughts of fucking son and father and thinking I was going to hell.

He lifted himself off me and tried to untangle himself from his trousers and boxers.

"There's some tissues behind you," I pointed out as a sudden small gush of spunk oozed from me onto the sofa.

We both managed to gain some semblance of respectability before we spoke again.

"Shit! Where do we go from here?" Mike stated the obvious.

"Well we clearly don't tell Julie!" adding, "or Jimmy!"

Mike's' face said it all, "That wasn't planned," he said.

"No, but it was almost self determined when we were left alone together. You've always wanted to fuck me and I've always wondered what it would be like, now we know!"

"And what was it like?"

Mike was grinning and so was I.

"This had better not happen again."

I was saying it as I thought about everything else, Julie away, having covered up her affair with young Jack, and Mike wondering how to repair his marriage oblivious to her affair and now having fucked his next door neighbour who'd fucked his son for the past few weeks without his mum knowing anything. How complicated could it get!