House Sharing at First

House Sharing at first.

I was house sharing with three others, Pete, Billy and Janet. I had known Pete and Billy for years, Janet was reasonably new to me her being Pete's girlfriend.

The sharing came about one night in the pub. Arn't all good ideas worked out in a pub?

Anyway, Pete and Janet wanted to move in together, before they got married and made it legal. They were telling Billy and I, my names John by the way, they were telling the group of us there that night about what they were planning, but they had a problem with finding the money to rent somewhere on their own. I don't know if they had planned to say this or not, but it doesn't matter as it's in the past now.

Cutting a long story short Billy and I wanted to move out of home, away from mummy was my excuse, not that she was bad in any way, but we were all in our early twenty's and wanted to, ... okay we wanted somewhere to take girls for the night, that's it in a nutshell, somewhere to get my leg over in my case, I think Billy was of the same thoughts.

Pete of course was already getting his leg over wherever he could and Janet was just as bad for wanting to as well.

We ended up with a big old four bedroom house, in its own grounds, with a separate garage at the side.

I was surprised when I got the big main bedroom, Pete, or Janet wanted the smaller one Billy had the choice of the other two. We were all happy to move in.

Our parents gave us things to help get us started, pans, food, bedding and towels etc.

That first night was an eye opener, Janet was a bit of a screamer, with my bed against their wall I was not only happy to listen, but was forced to listen to them going at each other three or four times that night. As I said, noisy girl.

It was something that I became used too, I could tune it out if I wanted, or tune it in if I was so inclined and enjoy listening to Pete giving and receiving some great sex.

Billy and I had our moments, picking up girls, we might go out as a foursome sometimes, and having Janet with us helped us, Billy and I pull I'm sure. Girls feel safer with another girl about when going back to a boys place for the first time I assume.

Life went on for the ten months without any problems, I don't know about Billy but I got used to seeing Janet walking to and from the bathroom in only her underwear, I won't say it didn't affect me because between girls it did. Pete being my mate I did no more than look, and look away if she looked back at me. Didn't want to come over as a pervert did I.

I say ten months without any problems, everything went along fine, but in the tenth month Pete told me and Billy that Janet and him were getting married and had started to look around for somewhere to live on their own. That meant we had to find two people, or three as we still had a spare bedroom, to take their place if we wanted to stay.

Both Billy and I wanted to stay and thought we would have trouble finding someone, two or three someone's to take their place.

It turned out we had a line of friends, acquaintances wanting too.

There were problems about them having the money, so the list changed as it all moved along until we had three people lined up. That brought us into the beginning of the twelfth month. We had planed to sign for another year in the last week, I didn't want the agent holding two amounts of my money longer than possible.

The three of us, (Billy was due to go home for his mum's birthday so couldn't make it,) we were due to go to a party over the road, it was a bit of a squat, but we knew a lot of the people that lived there and got on with them having been there for others parties before. Pete was all apologetic that he had to go to his sisters at the last minute, her husband had an accident and was in hospital.

I didn't understand why Janet didn't go with him, but she didn't.

It ended up being just Janet and me going to this party.

It was no big deal, we had been places loads of times, not on our own I will say, but I thought nothing of it.

The party was good, noisy, full of people, some we knew, some we didn't. The food was more crisps than food, picky things that soon disappeared. The drink was plentiful and flowing. Janet was dressed in a dress, short but not a mini by any measure of the imagination, she showed a bit of chest, but not as much as some dresses she had that I had seen her wear.

There was dancing in the front room and more drinking in the back, we moved between them as the mood took us, both danced with others, but came back together just to make sure that she was happy. It was all going so well, I was on the point of picking up this gorgeous woman. Now she had a mini skirt on, and a top that showed she was well built up top and wasn't shy about showing it, her legs would look great around my shoulders I was thinking when Janet pulled me aside.

"You have to take me home, someone had spiked my drink, I don't want to be here,"

I was more or less sober instantly, I took her arm, apologised to Debbie, the woman I had been working on all night that I had to go, I was thinking Janet owed me big time for this. But it wasn't her fault, arseholes are everywhere I've found. Just some are useful.

I took Janet back, luckily we only lived across the road.

I made a strong coffee for her, put a big glass of water by her bed and helped her upstairs. I left her to get undressed and into bed on her own.

I checked that she was comfortable a quarter of an hour after that, I told her to call if she wanted anything, it didn't matter what she wanted, just call.

I didn't close her door completely, just so she had a little light from the landing showing in her bedroom. I left my door completely open wanting to hear if she needed anything.

I went to bed after that, laptop on my lap thinking I would stay awake for an hour or so.

Call me a bad person, but I watched some porn, I found some with the woman staring in it that looked like Debbie, the woman I had to leave at the party. I contemplated giving myself some relief, but because of how Janet was I refrained.

I don't know how long I watched, but eventually I closed the laptop, went and checked that Janet was safe and not in need of anything and went back to bed to sleep.

I was groggy, not sure if I was awake or dreaming when the voice said it again.

"John, John I need you to help me," I still wasn't completely awake but roused myself to look at where the voice was coming from.

It was right by my ear. I think I said the only thing that came into my head.

"What's wrong, what do you want?" I came more awake as a hand slowly drifted down my front I didn't know where it started but I know where it stopped. It stopped when it held my cock, gently. Then it started to grip and release in a very arousing way.

"I have this itch, ... I can't seem to relieve it on my own, I need you," She said into my ear and kissed my neck.

It felt so good, to have a woman holding my cock and had made it that way with so little effort. But she was my friends girlfriend, they were talking about getting married soon and here she was asking me to ... to what, fuck her, make love to her?

"I can't do that Janet, what about Pete, I couldn't do that to him,"

She didn't give me a choice, like a streak of lightning she had the covers off of me had one leg over me and with my cock at full mast pushed herself down on me as her hand withdrew out of the way.

"Sorry John, Peter's not here and you are, whatever they put in my drink is working. You're here, I'm here and you are going to scratch my itch with me. Don't think about it too hard, tonight I am yours, tonight you're mine and we are going to fuck each other silly,"

While she was saying that she was rising and falling on me. It felt so good, I'd had dreams about doing this with her, on some nights that I had listened to her and Pete going at it and wished it was me with her not Pete.

I was in her, she was doing the work so I lay back and let her, too late to say that I hadn't to Pete, best friend or not I decided to enjoy this and worry about the fall out later.

My blood starved brain said that everything would be okay, and if I was unlucky Janet would be satisfied with this one ride as I was starting to enjoy her movement's.

Janet took the hint and sat up to let me get at her tits, I'd been trying to get my hands on them, her nipples were rock hard begging to be played with.

I pulled, twisted and pinched her nipples which only served to make her grind harder on me and moan in her throat. I let one tit go and floated that hand down her stomach to the little strip of hair that was the only hair below her head. I found the bit just above where I was inserted in her, that little nub that was out waiting to be teased.

I teased and made her come. I couldn't believe how quick it had come on, it didn't seem natural. Then I remembered the drinks she said had something else in them.

Janet fell forward onto me, I lifted her head and kissed her, she kissed me back a lot harder. All this time her hips had been rising and falling making her perspire her sweat glistened on her face, falling, landing on my chest.

Much as I was enjoying her doing the work I decided to take over. I wanted to fuck her like I had heard Pete doing so many times in the past. It was like we had practiced the movement, I pulled her close to me and rolled us over so she was on her back and we were still connected.

I felt quite proud of doing that.

I took over and fucked her hard, now it was me, not Pete making her be a noisy girl. Oh I enjoyed making her cry out, I was pleased, that she called my name out and not Pete's when she used a name. It had crossed my mind that she might not remember that it was me pounding her into the mattress, not Pete as she had her eyes closed a lot of the time.

I'm not proud of the fact that I didn't think about or ask if she wanted me to come in her, it hadn't crossed my mind about using a condom either until I woke up in the morning. That was all later, much later.

After I came it was my time to fall on her, Janet's legs fell apart and stayed wide open as we both got our breath back. I rolled off of her onto my side and kissed her neck, I couldn't reach anywhere else.

She curled into me, laid a hand over me and said she needed to sleep.

I lay there for a while thinking about what had just happened, not sure how I felt about, ... I felt I had cheated on my mate Pete, I went to sleep having all sorts of things going on in my mind.

I came too slowly, I was feeling good, and then it dawned on me that someone, it had to be Janet, was softly stroking a finger up and down my now swelling shaft.

Tell me off all you want, in the back of my mind I knew that it was wrong, that in the morning I would have to admit to myself that it was wrong.

But the thing was it felt so good, so good I wanted it to continue, and when she kissed my nipple I was lost, lost in lust.

Without any more foreplay I was ready and when my fingers found her wet pussy I didn't wait to do anything else but climb over and position myself ready to push home again.

Janet's hand guided me home, nothing was said, nothing needed to be said the sigh of satisfaction as I sank full into her from both of us said it all.

We kissed, tongues fighting to get into the other's mouth it seemed.

I didn't treat her as a china doll, I didn't worry about how she felt about being pounded into the mattress under me, all I was concentrating on was driving into her, making myself feel better, and I'm talking my physical feelings here not how my mind was feeling.

I lifted her legs from her knees, I felt it gave me better friction as I went in and out of her wet slippery cunt. I rarely call it that, cunt, it was the lowest level of respect to any woman in my mind, but tonight, now it was a cunt to be used, used as hard and however I wanted to.

Janet took it all and seemed to love it, she had started to pant 'Yes, Yes' every time I bottomed out in her. She pulled me in for more kisses, pulled her own nipples out by a frightening amount and loved it.

I moved her again, now I had her legs up in the air, her calf's were around my neck it felt, and still I pounded her into the mattress under us..

This wasn't going to last long, I don't think I had ever had sex this hard before. Janet put a hand between us and I felt her playing with herself, felt her finger's bringing her to her peak along with mine.

My last position was to grab a hold of her tits, I wasn't gentle with how hard I gripped them, I used them as leverage to pull and push into her, Janet was bouncing on the mattress as I used her. Then I popped, I came so suddenly that I had little warning and Janet had none. But she felt me swelling and shooting my load in her that triggered her own climax at the same time.

I was up on my knees holding her tits in my hands, her legs were still up and tight to my neck as I panted from all the exertion of the previous however long it was. Janet giggled, just a soft giggle and put her legs down when I released her tits from the death grip that I had on them.

She giggled again saying that it felt that I needed that, and added that she had as well.

I fell onto my side and am embarrassed to say fell asleep more or less instantly.

I must have slept the sleep of the dead because I woke when Janet shook me. She was kneeling on the bed by my side facing me. She had a silky robe on but it hid little as she hadn't pulled it together and it was short. She was all smiles as she leaned over me to pick up a mug from the bedside table, that woke me up completely. She grazed a breast across my face as she did it.

"I was going to say you need to get up, but I can see your already up," Janet said as she fondled my morning hard on laughing.

I tried to stop her, but her asking me to look her in the eye and tell her that I didn't like it stopped me. Because I couldn't deny that I loved what she was doing.

"No, sit up and drink this tea, you need to put back some of the liquid you discharged last night," Patted where she knew I would like it and moved back so I could.

We drank the tea, while she was drinking hers I started to say we shouldn't be doing this, or what we did last night. But she put a finger to my lips and told me it was too late to worry about last night, it was done, over, then she threw me a curveball by telling me that she still had that itch.

The excuse of being drugged was openly a lie and I said as much. Janet came back at me with I wouldn't have had so much fun last night if she hadn't told that 'tiny, tiny' lie.

As I was only half sitting up Janet had the upper hand, I might have fought it, not very hard I'll admit, but she had the covers down by my shins and sat on me. Her robe was on her but covered nothing but her back now.

"I had a shower already, I'm fresh as a daisy, so it's your turn now," Janet moved so her sweet smelling pussy was hovering over my mouth. I didn't as much give in as dive in.

There's nothing like the feeling of a woman having pleasure from your exploits, my fingers came into play soon after she had settled on my mouth. They played with her nipples as she moved her hips to get me where she wanted. I upped the game by putting one then two fingers in her, that was a hard thing to do with her sitting on my face, the angle wasn't right to be that effective, but she gave a big moan when while trying to get into a better position I brushed her starfish, that and the joint that went between it and her pussy.

Janet surprised me on by reaching back and finding my cock with a hand. No surprise that it was waving around throbbing with the feelings I had. I think she came, well more or less sure. But all of a sudden she pulled away from me and got on her back telling me it was time to put it in her.

What was I going to do. Say no?

Like some point last night it was just a brutal fuck, she wanted to come, I wanted to come and there was only one way at that moment to achieve that quickly. To fuck hard.

We came, not together, but we both came to our satisfaction going by the heavy breathing as we lay together after.

We showered, sort of together, but the shower we had wasn't big enough for two to play together, I washed her and then she washed me.

We went out for breakfast to a cafe not far away. I went in jeans and a jumper, Janet put on a skirt and blouse. Nothing sexy which I was grateful for.

I didn't know what was going to happen when we got home, but Janet took me into a supermarket to buy dinner, we were cooking at home and together it seemed.

When we got home in the afternoon from our shopping, we had another drink before Janet said we should have an hour in bed, catch up on the sleep we missed. I was thinking that she might want another round of sex but she surprised me by telling me that there would be no sex, it was just to get some sleep.

Thinking I must be stupid, I was expecting to sleep in our own beds, but Janet joined me soon after I had laid down in mine.

Look, I'm a man, a naked woman in bed with me, what do you think was going to happen, I got hard just seeing her get in, when she snuggled back so I was spooning her from behind I was ready to go.

But No, she wigged so I slipped between her legs but didn't go in, pulled my arm over her and held it in her tit and told me to go to sleep.

I was expecting that sleep would be near impossible, but I went off at some point.

Waking up alone I was feeling a bit disoriented, bit disappointed.

Then I heard the shower.

Janet popped her head into my bedroom and told me to get showered, dress in something a bit smart and we would have dinner before going out. The going out was new, but it was turning out to be fun with her, not odd as I had expected.

As I got to go downstairs Janet called out to me to get things ready, she would be down shortly.

I started dinner and Janet joined in helping when she came down, I couldn't help but notice how she was dressed, it was heels, black tights and a cross between a kilt, and a wraparound skirt. It was short, not indecently short but short and showed off her legs well. The odd thing about it was that even though it was a tartan pattern, like a kilt, it was cut in such a way that one side was cut on an angle, that made her leg show out through the gap it left with each step she took.

Her blouse was white, and very thin, it was obvious that she had no bra on, her tits moved around independently, her nipples were just visible, the change in colour was what made it possible to see. It did surprise me that it didn't show off her cleavage, she had dressed to show off her body hadn't she?

We ate with her smiling at me all the time, she knew where I was looking, I couldn't see her legs under the table so it had to be her tits.

I washed up, I didn't want to come back to cold, dried up food on the plates and have to do it later. Janet sat on the worktop swinging her legs while I did that, that was then I saw that it wasn't black tights she was wearing, it was stockings, I saw her bare thigh as she crossed and uncrossed her legs while telling me about the group we were going to see.

We had a taxi to the pub, didn't want to drink and drive, not healthy.

The pub was packed and after getting drinks we found somewhere to stand by a wall and waited for the group to start their set.

In my opinion the group wasn't that good, but the atmosphere in the pub had a good vibe and made it better for me, if I'd gone on my own I wouldn't have stayed past the second number they played.

Janet bobbed around to the music, at the start it was a few inches from me but it became that she was rubbing her rear on my now hard on with her back to me. Half an hour later she pulled my arms around her in a slow number, it was her that held my hands on the bottom of her tits. Her nipples hardened very quickly and I couldn't resist pinching them making her grind into me harder.

I saw people, men and women smiling when they saw us, I think I was blushing being caught feeling up a woman in public like that. I'm guessing that she was smiling back at them.

I was lucky that I went to refresh our drinks just before the band took a break so the bar wasn't bursting with people clambering to get served.

I got back to Janet to find she was talking to another woman, as I got closer Janet told me that Andy was asking about her skirt. Andy nodded confirming. It wasn't long after that Andy left us to go back to wherever she was in the crowd.

"She's a nice woman, she came over and asked if she could feel my skirt, asked where I brought it. I think she'll be around next week so I can measure her up so I can make her one," I knew Janet made some of her clothes, but didn't know she did it for other people as well.

Janet was facing me as we talked. The group came back and started their second set, Janet started looking at me, but she still bobbed to the music. All of a sudden she leaned into my ear, the music was loud, but I think it was so the people near us couldn't hear.

"That Andy was being very forward with me when she felt my skirt, you feel what she's done to me," She took my free hand and pulled it between us, our hands found the split in the skirt and she palmed my hand onto her naked pussy, it felt hot, wet and sticky.

"Finger me, make me come," I couldn't help it, I just did it.

Janet was so on the boil she came within a minute of my finger finding its way inside her. As she came she pulled me into a kiss, to stifle her moans I suspected. I didn't care, I kissed her back as I held still in her.

"Take me home, I need to feel you, not your fingers, I want fucking,"

We made our way out, lucky to find a taxi not far away, soon we were in the back and making out as if the driver wasn't there.

As I went to pay him he smiled and told me I was a lucky bloke.

I was second in the house, Janet was talking her skirt off as soon as the door was closed, I was watching closely.

I wasn't expecting her to have a suspender belt on holding the stockings up, but she did.

When she took the blouse off she looked stunning, I hastened to get undressed as Janet walked to my bedroom putting a sway in it as she did.

She just leaned forward at the side of the bed, she barked like a dog wagging her rear at me. I stripped as quickly as was possible and with no preamble poked at her opening. It felt so good, she just had that bit of resistance as I slowly pushed forward.

She barked a couple of times like a dog again telling me she loved it doggie.

Bottomed out as far as I could get I just stood still and savoured the moment. I don't know what made me do it but I swatted her right cheek with the flat of my hand, it made more noise than inflecting any pain, but it made Janet tense up and shudder, I did the left cheek, took a hold of her hips and started to fuck her. I thrust in and out of her hot wet pussy, she started to thrust back at me but couldn't get much of power behind it so I stopped still and used her hips to pull and push her on my cock. I knew I was getting close, she had me hard most of the night and now I was fucking her with all my might it couldn't be held back. One last slap on each cheek, these were harder than I had meant them to be, but it had the effect of making her come hard with a cry that wasn't in any known language. I followed instantly.

We, or I was stood still, Janet fell forward onto her face as I held her hips in position and slowly deflated inside her eventually falling from her grip. Come slid out after I left her slightly open and fell onto the sheets she was bent over.

Helping her stand, I turned her and kissed her tenderly, she kissed me back the same. We got in bed and cuddled, the next thing I knew we were kissing again and she was bring me back to hardness with her hand.

This time it, or we were gentle with each other, I mounted her missionary and this time we made love, not fuck.

We went to sleep again.

Sunday morning I wasn't sure that I was capable of having more sex, but Janet had a talented mouth, along with how she worked me with her hands she proved me wrong and took me cowgirl again, to completion.

We cleaned up and had some breakfast. It was my idea to go for a walk, I was thinking that at least we would be out of the house and she wouldn't be tempting me to do anything else with her. My mind had started to again think about what we had been doing. I had loved it, the sex, just how much of a tease she was.

She had proved to me that she was as good at sex as I had overheard with her and Pete, it hadn't been in my imagination.

But, and it's a big But, ... but he was supposed to be my mate, how would I feel if the boot had been on the other foot, if he had done it to me, slept with my girlfriend. As the day went on I was feeling worse and worse. Janet asked and I was honest with her about my feelings and told her the truth.

That confession only made her hug me and kiss me harder as we stopped at a bench on a canal side path.

"That's why I choose you, you have feelings for me and wouldn't take advantage of me like Billy probably would, he'd try to carry on having sex with me if I had picked him as my last fling. Come on I'm getting cold sitting here and I need a hot cup of tea,"

We walked back to home, she took my hand and chatted about what we saw, just to say something to stop there being any silence's I think.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when we got back, as I made the tea Janet went off to make her bed she said.

I made the mistake of relaxing, believing her that we wouldn't have any more sex, Pete was due home this evening for Gods sake.

Something I wasn't happily looking forward too.

"I just remembered, there's just one more thing I want you to experience," Janet called from her bedroom.

She came down the stairs slowly. I saw her feet first, heels again, high, very high, I was thinking that was why she was going so slowly, but I could be wrong. Her legs came into view, slowly. Stockings, held up by suspenders came into view with each step. Slowly, slowly it became clear that it wasn't a suspender belt that they were attached to, today it was a corset, tight and boned, ( I've read all about different types of corsets, ) her tits were held up and out, this was no corset that she would wear anywhere apart from the bedroom.

She had long sleeved gloves on, past her elbow and in one hand carried a whip thing. Her face came into view just after the collar she had on. She had done her makeup, it made her look ... dangerous, sexy, like she was going to eat me for dinner. Lips bright red, nails to match I noticed, eyes black like the rest of her attire. The red stood out from all the black. When she licked her lips I shivered.

"Strip, get on your knees and crawl over here,"

My thoughts, my decision that I wouldn't touch her every again went out of the window.

I stripped, but there wasn't any way I was going to crawl, I strode over to her in long strides and pulled that whip thing from her hand. I think for the first time this weekend I shocked her.

"On your knees, you look like a sex toy," I gently laid the whip on a breast and tapped where I was hoping her nipple was.

She didn't move, I pulled her into a kiss, the whip I threw somewhere behind me, I wasn't into pain and didn't want her to hold of it and hit me with it.

I can't tell you the order of what happened, all I will say is that it was quick, it was just wonton lust coming out of both of us as we went at each other. I had always, as long as I had watched porn any way, loved a woman in a corset, and add that collar, stockings, heels and that makeup it was the perfect match for my deepest sexual desires wrapped up in one sexy woman. I took her, I used her, viciously, harder than I had ever treated a woman. I hated myself for doing it, but she went with me, let me, made me by what she said and did to me. I had her tits out of the cups they were supposed to be in, mauled and even bit her nipples. I squeezed, pulled and tortured all of her breast flesh both with my hands and mouth. I had her up against the sofa arm, turned around and took her again from behind, held her bent over and face fucked her, didn't care about her, about what she wanted or was feeling about it all.

It can only be because of how much sex we had shared these last days and nights that I didn't come quickly, but I didn't, I kept going and going, change positions and going again.

I left her on the sofa, a limp rag doll it looked like, one a child had a fight with another child over, tits out and bruised, red raw from the continuous mauling I had given them. Her pussy was red and swollen, lips blood filled and her come dripping out, my come was painted on her face. She lay there panting as I walked to get a shower.

When I came out she was there sitting on the side of my bed. I saw all of what I had done to her, for the first time it sunk in just what I had done to her.

"I'm so sorry Janet, I'll pack and you won't have to see me again," it was only later that I thought of what Pete was going to come home too.

But Janet's words didn't sink in that night, didn't sink in for ten years I think.

"It's fine, I got what I wanted,"

I had what could be called a breakdown, I lost the plot to everything.

I was physically sick that night, I heard Pete come home and them talking as if nothing had happened, he even knocked on my door to see if I was alright, my reaching into the waste bucket in my room made him go away with my comment that I would be fine in the morning.

I heard them having sex later, couldn't see how Janet had hid the bruising on her tits that I had left, the bite marks on her thighs, but they went at it as they had other nights I had lay and listened to them.

I was sick into the bucket as they fucked.

Not getting any sleep I was up and out before five in the morning, I couldn't stay and look at Pete, my friend, my ex friend I was thinking.

I drove my car away, all I took was a bottle of water with me.

I ended up in a car park watching mostly dog walkers and the odd jogger come and go as it got lighter and the time moved on.

I must have done some thinking, but it wasn't clear in my mind what I had decided. I went home one last time, packed my stuff, mostly my tools and some clothes, after I was sure that nobody would be there.

I left a note on the table.

{ I have to go now, sorry if it's inconvenient. My last payment will go through as normal. See you sometime. } and signed it.

I went home and told my mum that I was moving, not to worry but I would be out of touch until I was settled. Of course she wanted to know where I was going, what had happened to make me do this, if I was sure I was alright.

I think, know, that I left mum with a worry that I couldn't do anything about. My brain must have had a plan as I found myself driving to the West Country, Devon as it turned out. That was somewhere that I had always liked as a holiday destination.

It was getting dark when I arrived, not sure that arrived was the word as I hadn't had a destination that I knew of.

But I was in a pub car park, and I was now hungry and in need of a drink. Not alcohol, I decided to go ... more sober, not abstain exactly, but to cut my drinking down until my mind was back to somewhere like normal.

I went in and found that I could just sit at the bar and order, my meal would be served at a table when it was ready.

The landlady found it funny that I asked if I could sleep in my car in the car park, she said most just did it.

I slept fitfully, sleeping in a car isn't meant to be, but I did get some sleep before the morning traffic started.

I turned my phone back on, a list of missed calls, texts and voicemails sounded at me. The only one that concerned me was my boss, or my old boss as I wasn't planning on going back to work for him. When I knew he would be busy with issuing the orders to the men, I could get away with saying as little as I wanted if he couldn't concentrate on just me and my problems.

{Sorry Dave, have to stop working for you immediately. Private matter has made it impossible to stay there} I was asking myself if that would work, say as little as possible when the phone rang, shit I thought, Dave caught me early.

I couldn't not answer it, I owed him that much.

It wasn't as quick a call as I wanted, but I gave him as little as I could about the why's of my leaving so suddenly, I told him to send anything to mum's address as I hadn't one at the moment.

I felt bad about dropping him in it out of the blue like that, but I had my own feelings and they had to take precedence.

Having a small amount of savings I wasn't immediately worried about cash, but I knew that a job, any kind of job was to be high on my list of priorities, and second was somewhere to live, the car wasn't a long term solution.

Devon is a holiday destination for most, but it's also a farming area, that and tourists are the main industries. I was now going to find out how it was to live here not just be a tourist.

I drove around, I was a carpenter by trade, but I could, and did turn my hand to many things, I wasn't afraid of hard work so my job prospects should be good I was telling myself.

Three days in and I got a break, I heard someone talking about this big building site, one that was short of competent people to do the work.

I was up there like a rocket. I got a trial for two days, and as they say that was that.

I've worked with that firm from then on, they used me as a bit of a catch all tradesman, I was quite happy to do the odd jobs, the small ones that others don't want to do, oh I was happy to do the big stuff as well, but ... well I made it work.

Having a job made it easier to find diggs, somewhere to call home. It was close to where the site was to start with and I made it a home of sorts. It was a room in a house, my landlady was an old woman, well she was to me, Mary. When I look back at that time she might have only been late fifty's, early sixty's, old to me then. But she was a bit of a hard case, laid down the law about anything and everything as if she knew how everything worked. She didn't, not where I was concerned.

At first she seemed to want me to go out and meet someone, she ever said it outright, but hinted all the time that I should find someone nice to spend my time with. But I wasn't ready to start looking let alone dating.

I had this problem with getting to know people, women in particular, all because of Janet.

For the first year I only went to the pub with the lads, the lads from work, they might bring their girlfriends or in some cases wives along, but I stayed as far away as I could from them.

It must have been three years later when I told someone about my problem, and of course it was a woman wasn't it.

I'd been talked into going to a party, I let my guard down, putting it bluntly I got drunk, didn't mean to, but did.

It was at Ronny and Cindy's place. He had been a good friend from the start of me being down here in Devon, Cindy was an out going girl, woman, and it wasn't the first time that she had set me up with a date.

It had annoyed me when she brought this woman to me and tried to get us talking, I knew what she was up to and without thinking looked at the woman and told her flat that I wasn't looking for anyone. I must have been on my way to be drunk already, I was told later that I told her that I wasn't interested in a quick fuck or a long term relationship, and went off to refill my glass.

You might guess that didn't go down well with either Cindy or the woman, sorry I didn't know her name even now. I was left to my own company for awhile, somewhere along the evening, much later Cindy came and sat with me. I was well into being out of control of my mouth and brain. All this I have to tell you was all reported to me the next day.

Cindy asked a very simple question.

"What happened John?" For the first time since I had left my shared house I told her.

The next day she told me it came out in bits and pieces, it wasn't always in order, but she put it together. Cindy joked that she hadn't wanted to know all, she used her fingers to empress the All, she didn't want to know all the details. Evidently I told her about everything, all the positions that Janet and I used, every thing we did with and too each other. Cindy said that she was jealous listening to my story about that weekend, Ronny would have to up his game. I didn't see the funny side of it, and I'm not sure if Ronny did either.

Cindy had put a blanket over me, a bucket by my head and let me sleep it off. I was grateful for having such good friends when I had a head that worked again.

It was the next weekend, Ronny had taken the Micky out of me all week, and when we were on our own, told me that Cindy had upped her game, in bed, thanks to my story. He didn't ask but insisted that I went to have a meal with them on the Saturday night. He joked that he would make sure there were no unknown woman looking for a date and that he would hide the drink.

I didn't want to go but he made it clear that I had no choice.

I noticed as soon as I got there that something was off, Ronny wasn't his usual self, his joking, which was one of his traits wasn't coming out as it always does. Cindy was all smiles and she kept moving, going to the kitchen and back again.

Dinner was served, they had had a takeout delivered half an hour after I got there. What really surprised me was that he had put the drinks, that were always on show, were missing.

I can't explain why I wasn't surprised when the doorbell rang as we neared the end of our meal, but I wasn't. I looked at Cindy as Ronny went to see who was there.

"What have you done Cindy?" She moved to sit beside me and held my hands, she looked me in the face, squeezed my hands tighter.

"Something that you should have done ages ago, you need closure, you have to move on, you have a lot to give a woman, you just have to let the past go,"

Ronny came back, he wasn't looking at me or happy. He came into the room and stood aside to let the ... woman who was following him come in.

Cindy held my hands tightly and told me it would be alright, just let her tell me her story.

The last person I had expected was Janet.

"Hello John, sorry to spring this on you like this but you didn't let me know where you were. I couldn't find you to tell you everything, everything about that weekend," I was stuck in my seat, couldn't find anything to say, couldn't move.

Cindy let my hands go and made way for Janet to sit in her place.

"Ronny and I will be in the next room, we'll leave you two to talk,"

Janet took her place and with holding my hands. We were now sat knee to knee holding hands.

"I'm sorry you ran off, we had so much to talk about I wish I could do it all again, I'd do it differently,"

I found my tongue and asked the first thing that came to my mind.

"How's life with Pete, how's married life?" Janet looked away, took a breath and looked back at me.

"I'm still single, Pete and I ... oh John, that weekend was all a set up, John didn't have to go anywhere, he went so I could have one last fling. He'd had his fling a month before," She left a long pause before talking again. "That weekend I learned that I wasn't in love with Pete, not enough to marry him. ... This is going to sound crazy, but as you must know my story about being drugged was all just that, a story.

I wanted you in my bed, in me if I'm really honest. What we did that weekend, and I mean everything, that made me see that I was in love with you,"

Janet kept my hands in hers looking at me, in the eye so I could see that she was telling me the truth. "You're mum wouldn't or as I've just found out couldn't tell me where you were, she's beside herself wanting to know where you are, whatever you do when I leave here tonight you have to promise me that you'll phone her. Promise me, promise me," I nodded my acceptance.

We sat like that for what felt like forever. Our silence was broken by Cindy bringing coffee in to us. She did ask if everything was alright before going back out.

"So, ... so it was all, everything, Pete, Billy, knew about ... that you were going to, ... to what sleep with me, it was all just you getting one last fuck from a stranger?"

Janet didn't look comfortable.

"It started like that, but Billy wasn't in on any of it, only Pete.

But, but when I got in your bed that first time everything changed. Pete ... Pete's a good bloke, but he's not you, not to me. ... Can you honestly tell me that you didn't feel it as well, we didn't just fuck each other did we, I know you made love to me as well. Go on tell me you didn't like it, enjoy it like I did, go on, go on," I couldn't, and had to look away.

Her next move took me by surprise, she moved, still holding my hands and sat on my lap.

"That's better, I feel like I'm coming home sat here, only place that would be better is if you take me to bed," Janet leaned in and kissed my lips. I couldn't stop myself, I kissed her back.

Time stood still, I don't know what we did, how long we did it. Cindy coughed making us separate and look her way.

"I think it's time you took him to your hotel, it's getting late, I have plans for Ronny so if you don't mind,"

I have, or had that night, no knowledge of what they had spoken about.

My mind wasn't functioning as it should, it had all been a lot to take in all at once. It was all a set up, she had just wanted a last fuck before getting married, but had found she thought she was in love with me. It just wasn't real was it?

I drove her to her hotel, I was thinking that that would be it for the night, but no, no, she wasn't letting my hand go, she actually got out of the driver's door following me. She said as she clambered over the seat that she wasn't going to let my hand go until we had a proper conversation in the morning. She then smiled as she said if I was still awake, she had a few years to make up for.

It was one of those big chain hotels, Janet dragged me through reception and into the lift, we started kissing and somehow she opened the room door still lip locked to me.

Things went as you might expect, we stripped quickly.

From my memories she hadn't changed, my memories were very complete in how I remembered her body and how it responded to me that weekend. It was as if it was the following day, not years that we had been apart.

The first time was hard and fast, I was hard and she was wet, we were ready and waisted no time in coupling together and testing the mattress.

We stayed locked together breathing hard and started to laugh. We laid there laughing at how stupid we, or I had been.

The laughter changed into something slower, but more than anything funny. The kisses moved from just the lips to anywhere I could reach. Her nipples being my first target. She tried to hold me off going for her clit, I wasn't going after what I had just deposited in her, but if some of it ended up in my mouth then I'll be what it'll be I thought. She would be drinking it from the source at some point in the night.

I think it was like that weekend, we had sex, rested, slept even and then had sex again throughout the night, I didn't come every time, and I'm not sure Janet did, but it was the closeness, the intimacy that I, we, were after, that feeling of being one.

We were laid in bed after our morning sex, it had been a slow and steady coupling, there was no rush, no need to come as soon as was possible, not like the first last night. It was in the good old missionary, face to face and allowed us to kiss and talk as I stroked in and out of her.

At some point Janet said she needed something to eat, she had been too stressed to eat last night and the night had taken it's toll on her.

We showered together, but just washed each other. When we dressed, her in some dress she had in her case and me in what I wore last night she had another surprise for me.

She cuffed my left wrist to her right, and, and they were real metal handcuffs.

"You ran off last time I found you, you're not going to run away from me again so easily," With that she took me out to eat in a cafe in town. We got some strange looks, but we also got some really broad smiles when we had to cut something on the plate. I was blushing but Janet took it as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Mary, my landlady laughed when she saw us, she also surprised me.

"So you two have made up at last, I knew he was in love with someone. Have you got rid of hubby or just going to leave him behind. You look happy for the first time since you moved in. Treat her well, give her babies to look after, give her as much of yourself as you can. If you love her you can never give her enough attention, never enough sex. But I don't want you to break my bed, do you hear, no breaking the bed," It was the first time I had heard her joke about anything, or talk about anything to do with sex or bodies.

Janet had to find the key to unlock my hand from hers, I had expected the cuffs to be something made for fun but they were for real.

We went back to the hotel that night, early.

This time there was no doubt in either of our minds.

Janet proved she sucked my cock like a professional, and I ate her like one as well. We couldn't get enough of each other. We changed position countless times, came several times. We lay holding each other, just touching was enough to make everything alright in the world. I hadn't felt this good before.

Laying in bed in the morning Janet, looking at the ceiling, but holding my hand started to say something but stopped several times.

"John, I have to tell you this, you know about Pete, but I've had other boyfriends, had sex with them, I'll tell you everything about them if you want.

But I have to tell you that Pete and I never had sex again, not after you left that day. I knew then that you were my one, we did live together for a year, but we never shared a bed ever again, no kissing, no hand holding, we were just housemates, like we were before that weekend. I've been waiting for you to come and claim me for your own. I've got to go home and sort out my life up there, it'll only take a week, I rent somewhere so that's easy to get rid of, I'll have to sweet talk my boss about me leaving this week, he won't be happy, but I don't care. I'll be here next Friday night it might be late but I will be here and we can start our life together, ..." She had got quicker as she talked, not breathing, not pausing. Then she started to cry.

"I'm not taking this too quickly am I. You do feel the same way, you do want me don't you?" She rolled to me pleading in her eyes to say yes.

I said No. Left a pause and then pulled her into me for a kiss and added.

"No, it's not too soon, not too soon at all," That brought more, harder tears. She leaned over me and lip locked me to her, I couldn't believe how long her tongue felt in my mouth, I swear blind it was in my throat.

All that only led one place didn't it.

Us fucking up a storm like we were on honeymoon and hadn't had sex before, which of course was a total lie, but a very enjoyable experience.

Okay, it was all quick, probably to quick, but it happened. Janet went back up country and sorted out her life there, we talked each night for an hour at least. She kept her promise to be back Friday, but she was there early. Sitting with Mary when I got home from work, seeming to have moved in and been friends for a long time.

I had talked to Mary about Janet moving in with me so it was expected, but it hit me how quickly that they had made friends.

Mary helped Janet find her way around the town and she helped her get a job the first week with a friend she had.

We stayed living with Mary for a little over a year before we found somewhere to buy, we had managed to save and make friends with a lot of people, Janet was the sort of woman people wanted to be friends with I quickly found out. I also found out Janet was a tease, she could and did lead both men and women on when we were out, but she always came back to me promising to never go as far as to kiss any of them but blowing my mind later in bed, and my mind wasn't the only thing she blew on a regular occasion.

When we moved in to our new house, it was old and needed work, but it was home and ours, Janet wanted the bedroom decorated first, somewhere that was clean and warm to go to, the rest was a building site at times. I went up to bed one night to find Janet sitting on the side of the bed looking uncomfortable.

"John I've got a confession that I need to tell you," I wasn't feeling great as she said that, what was she going to dump on me?

"I told you I hadn't had sex with Pete or anybody after you left that day," I started to think the worst didn't I.

"It wasn't quite true," Now I was sweating, had she lied to me, had a series of boyfriends, could I get over that?

She moved and put a case on the bed, it wasn't large, it wasn't small, it was looking a little used if I'm honest. She opened it so it was facing me.

At first I couldn't work out what I was seeing, then my brain put the picture together, put the items that were only partially visible into order.

"I self pleasured, I had to do something or go mad, please don't be mad at me. ... I haven't opened the case after going to Cindy's,"

She pushed the case to me, making it clear that she wanted me to have a look what was inside.

I rummaged in the case, the handcuffs were there, but so was four cuff things that at first I couldn't see the purpose of. "Pete brought them early on in our relationship, I never used them with anyone else. I picked up a dildo, it wasn't unexpected if she was telling me the truth, self pleasure needed something in my mind, then there were three other dildo's, vibrators. Again no surprise. But the, what I knew from watching porn were the butt plugs, three sizes.

"I never used them," I believed her.

Then there were the nipple clamps, again I saw them on porn. I looked at her, the question in my head must have shown.

"I like my nipples played with, you know I do," Oh did I.

A choker collar thing, or was it things as it separated into three items, she smiled and looked embarrassed. Stockings, I knew she and I liked her in stockings, it always ended up with us having hot sex when she did. But these weren't self hold ups, which is what she had worn after getting back together, these were the type that needed a belt to hold them up or a corset, one with suspender straps.

She smiled and said it was new and at the bottom, if I wanted she would wear it for me whenever I wanted.

Then there were these silk strips, or they looked silk, but turned out to be man made. I want to try being tied up sometime, Janet blushed bright red saying that. "That's why I wanted this bed, it has somewhere to tie me too,"

We didn't need to use any of that that night. But Janet showed her subservient side that I had felt was there but it hadn't shown, and I hadn't asked or pushed her to show it.

It wast something we played with that often. But when we did and it could be either of us that instigated it, it became a fun part of both of our sex lives.

I was the one that didn't push it, I never wanted to hurt her, do anything that went too far. But there were times that Janet told me to be harder, tighten the nipple clamps tighter, it was her that wanted to try the butt plug, the smallest. The handcuffs were a regular part of our games. The silk strips got a lot of use. I found them not such a turn on, but Janet loved to be at my mercy as she called it.

The dildos, well they were very used items.

The corset collar and stockings were the thing that did it for me, and they were things she could and did wear when we went out, we had to pick the event for her to have the collar on but we did, the corset was easy for her to have under a lot of her dresses and things.

Two years after getting back together we had one of our longer nights of pleasure, I was drained and she was swamped with come when we lay together.

"I never asked John, but do you want children?" It was so that I didn't feel we had come to the right place in our relationship, silly I know, but life had been strange between us hadn't it.

"Yes, if you want them, how many are you thinking of?"

She rolled to face me at kissed me.

"I'll tell you in seven months time, if it goes easily then lots, if it's painful and hard work it'll be just the one,"

It only took me a second what she was telling me, she was pregnant.

I thought I was finished for the night, but that news made me come to life agin. Janet hugged and cried in pleasure as we made love again.

All went to plan and Janet told me asI held our baby daughter that it was painful, but beautiful at the same time so to expect a big family.

We had four kids, two of each over the next six years. Life couldn't be any better for me. Janet says the same.

We had to change how we played our sex games, small kids finding mummy tied to the bed, or bent over with a butt plug inserted wasn't supposed to happen we both thought.

We would have years to do those things again, or I hoped we would. The corsets and stockings were easy to hide, it wasn't until our daughter spotted them and asked if mummy wore them for me when we had sex that we realised just how aware she was of what was going on around her. She was twelve and that put a big break on our sex life I can tell you. The thought of her finding the butt plugs the cuffs the handcuffs frightened both of us.

We had a full life, the kids made sure of that, our friends were all there when or if we needed them, just to have a party with or, for Janet as a back stop.

I can only hope we and ours stay loving and healthy, it's all I can think to ask for in what's left of life.