I made myself a salad for lunch, I was sitting on the sofa with the TV on but without watching it, it was actually the football which I would watch if Harry was here, simply because he was so mad keen on the game, but for me, I would rather watch the news than football. I was actually taking the opportunity of being alone to try and sort out my crazy mixed up feelings. I could have taken a life earlier, there was no way of knowing if Dell’s accident had resulted in my egg being fertilised but I had taken the pill that would have terminated it if it had. It was just like being in mourning, after someone close dies you feel so alone, my mind rushed back to how I felt when my grandmother passed away, I was so alone, even though I was in the middle of a crowed of people, all of them loved ones or friends, but still I had that feeling of being totally alone in the world, just the way I felt at that moment too.

My private solitude was shattered by the happy, chirpy tune that announced a call on my mobile phone, “I should throw this thing in the river really” I thought to myself, the screen had a number instead of a name so I knew that it wasn’t from a friend, I think if a friend had phoned me I would have just let it ring. “Hello”, “Hi”, I recognised the voice, it was Dell, “You shouldn’t have phoned me, you could make things difficult for me!” “I saw that only your car is on your drive and I can see that you are alone”, my head snapped around, I scanned through the window, I couldn’t see him, then I noticed a small movement on the path leading to Bestwood Park, Dell was waving at me. I sat quietly for a moment, holding the phone to my ear and watching the handsome, young man, partly hidden from view, half way along the path to the wood. “Come out and talk to me”, “Why”, “I need you to come and talk to me”. I sat quietly again for a few seconds, “Or would you prefer me to come over here and knock on your door?” “OK, give me a few minutes”, I pressed the button, killing the call.

This would be a novelty for me, walking the path into Bestwood Park, fully dressed, I had a summer dress on, trainers, panties and bra with my mackintosh to top the whole thing off, it was a little hot for a mackintosh but there were storm clouds gathering off in the distance, “Could rain later”, I told myself. Dell was waiting just out of sight of the road, as I turned the bend in the path and he saw me his smile broadened, I recognised instantly those features that were ‘tell tails’ to his racial background, I realised that I had thought of him as well tanned because I hadn’t realised that he was Carol’s son, that Carol and Tony were both white and so why would they be living with a mixed race young man. In the strong light of a summers afternoon, there was no mistaking the fact that Dell was a half-cast man. Dell reached out to hug me but I froze him out, I looked back, checked all around to see if we could be observed, when I looked back at Dell he looked downcast and dejected. I started to walk on toward the country park, giving Dell a slightly wide birth as I passed him, he stood still for a while, I tried to look back without moving my head, in my peripheral vision I saw him make a little ‘jinking’ movement and he followed on behind me. There was a fork in path, a small sign pointed to the left, “Car Park”. There was no mention what was to the right but I knew that the car park would be much too public to talk to Dell, I took the right path and walked for around half a mile before Dell caught me up. “Go in there”, Dell was nodding toward a solid wall of bushes, I looked blankly at him and as he lifted a single branch I noticed that the grass that sided the footpath was worn away at that point. I had to stoop down a little but I was able to walk reasonably comfortable into the very heart of the bush. I felt a tap on my left hand side, “Take that path, to the left”, Dell could obviously see something that I clearly couldn’t, but I found a line to my left that looked ‘man made’, branches had been trimmed back to allow a passage through neighbouring bushes and out into a clearing beyond. There was a mature tree that had succumbed to a previous storm and was now lying across the clearing like a giant roadblock. I scanned around the clearing, there was a liberal scattering of tissues covering most of the clearing, I noticed several decomposing condom packets and the other side of the tree, just out of reach there were used condoms scattered around. “You come here often?” I said as my eyes finished scanning the detritus around my feet. “No, man, this isn’t nothing to do with me, this is guys”, “What do you mean, guys?” “The men that come here to ‘do’ each other, you know, bummers!” I got the picture, a trysting place for gay men to have casual sex unobserved.

“Any way, I have to tell you how sorry I am for last night”, I told him that it was an accident that could have happened to anyone, there was something about Dell’s body language that told me I didn’t know the whole truth. “I told my mum how upset you were and she told me that I had done something beyond mere stupidity and into, like, life threatening or something!” “What exactly did you do?” I asked, Dell told me a long and convoluted story that he had to break off mid way. There were sounds coming from the direction that we had entered the clearing, Dell grabbed at my hand and pulled me through another secret passage into another bush, the space wasn’t much bigger than Dell and I. The passageway didn’t actually go anywhere and it looked like it had been made for the porous of observing the clearings inhabitants, somewhat like a bird watchers hide, only the mating rituals that this hide took in were not performed by any bird. Dell indicated for me to be quiet, two men came into view in the clearing, they kissed, full on, with tongue. I watched in stunned silence as they began to touch each other, there seemed to be an older, more dominant man, he had the trousers of the less dominant man around his heels in seconds, he also had his shirt taken off and placed on the fallen tree. The dominant man bent down and took the others, fairly small, cock into his mouth and made a valiant effort at driving him to a climax with his mouth. From our vantage point I watched the crouching man playing around the others buttocks, I watched as he ‘tested’ the standing man’s anus. The man being sucked suddenly changed his stance, he was trying to get his legs as far apart as he could with his trousers constricting around his ankles. And then I saw the finger disappear up his anus.

As I watched, the whole scene unfolded in front of me, the man almost naked took his trousers and pants off, they were draped carefully on top of the shirt. The fully dressed man opened his zipper and took out a remarkably large member; he was around nine inches long and over four inches in circumference. I was at least glad to see that he pulled a rubber onto his cock before continuing, I watched as he opened a small packet, squeezed the content over the end of the condom and then on to two fingers which he began to work into the anal area of the more submissive man. I turned to Dell and gave him a puzzled look, Dell put his lips to my ear and whispered, ”Slick, it’s a special lubricant for condoms, these gay guys always seem to use it”. I saw the naked guy bend down and place his palms on the trunk of the fallen tree, the fully dressed although well endowed guy stepped up to his back and bent his knees slightly so that his cock head lined up exactly on the ‘slicked-up’ anus. I couldn’t believe just how fascinating and exciting it was to watch two reasonably good looking men fucking in the open. If young Dell had reached out and touched me at that moment I would have forgotten all about the previous evening, forgotten all about the explanation that had been disrupted by the other men’s appearance and let him fuck me right there, on the spot, and without a condom too.

The love of two men is fleeting, from their arrival in the clearing to the condom being tied up and discarded was less than fifteen minutes. After they had vacated the ‘plot’ Dell and I returned to the clearing, “Do they come here often?” I asked naively, “I have seen both of them before, but never together, men usually just meet out on the path or in the car park and come her to do it in private”, so their love was even more fleet than I had supposed. I told Dell to go on with his explanation, the gist of it was that Dell had often heard his, Jamaican father bragging to his Jamaican friends about how he had tricked Carol into getting pregnant on a one night stand by effecting the premature release of the condom. Dell had heard the story so often that he had thought it a pure act of fiction, he couldn’t believe that a man could ‘eject’ the condom in the way his father had described so often and that once ejected the woman wouldn’t instantly feel the difference and stop the proceedings.

My head fell, I had been the experiment of a misguided schoolboy, I held my head in my hands, tears were welling up in my eyes, I was now officially depressed. Dell took my arm and guided me to the tree trunk, he helped me to sit down and he stood in front of me stroking the back of my head. “You see that I had to tell you don’t you?” I was totally numb, Dell’s voice was coming through very faintly, as if he was a mile away, “Mum told me to just forget it and let you sort things out yourself, but I couldn’t do that could I?” Dell raised my head from my hands, the tears had formed two streams down my face and had wet the lapels of my over coat. I was looking at Dell’s eyes without recognition, I could see that he was truly sorry for what he had put me through but this was no child running away from his actions, he was a man, standing there to take whatever I was going to dish out in the way of punishment. I tried to stand but my legs would bare my weight, There was no longer a mental process going on in my head, my heart was beating, my lungs filling and emptying but that was all, oh and my tear ducts were working overtime. The rain, threatened for so long began to fall, the first few droplets were huge, they seemed to be the size of side plates, each one hitting with the sound of a stick on a drum. Dell rushed away after making sure that I could support myself. It took seconds for my mackintosh to begin earning it’s keep, the cloud burst and sent an inch of water an hour down to earth. Dell had a huge sheet of muddy plastic sheeting; he held it over my head to protect me from the worst of the rain. Dell was wearing only jeans and a ‘T’-shirt but he didn’t seek shelter from the rain, he saw it as part of his punishment to suffer while trying to protect me from further harm.

Darkness had fallen, Dell was soaked to the skin and he was shivering in the failing light, he had stood his ground for several hours, taking everything the storm could throw at him to protect me from any more discomfort. It was the sound of the boy shivering that had brought me out of my ‘semi-catatonia’. “I should be getting off home”, I said, Dell raced to my assistance, he helped me up, it was ten thirty, it shouldn’t be fully dark for at least an hour but the clouds of the storm had stolen more than an hour of the daylight. Harry’s car wasn’t on the driveway, Dell had held my arm, steadying me for the mile or so that we had walked to the point where my house came into view and then he released his hold and moved to a few paces behind me, a deniable distance.

I was sitting in a hot bath when Harry finally walked in the house, I checked the time, eleven thirty, “That was late for Harry to come in” I thought to myself. Harry called to see if I wanted any tea or coffee, “No, I’m OK thanks”, “Wow that was good, I sounded perfectly normal, there was no echo of emptiness in my voice, no quivering sign of betrayal, no squeak of utter despair and no flattened edge of depression. I was functioning on an almost ‘normal’ level” I said to myself. Harry needed the bathroom, well he needed the bath, he simply had to have a shower before going to bed and it was well past Harry’s normal bedtime already.

I slipped from the hot suds, pulled a soft, fluffy bath sheet around my body, Harry stripped off and leaped into my dirty water. I was still sitting on the edge of the bed drying myself as Harry rushed past me, I preferred to pat myself dry gently, Harry was trying to remove the wet skin with the friction rub of the towel in the hopes that the layer below would be dry. Harry was actually snoring before I had hung the towel over the cold radiator. Force of habit, the radiator would remain cold for some months, well into Autumn actually but I still went through the process of putting the towel out to dry on the heater.

Sleep was really slow in coming; I would have been tempted to drive into the car park, “Just to look!” I told myself, but there was work to consider, and with the little sleep I had since Thursday night and all of the emotional and sexual tension that I had been under for the past fifty hours or so I was really exhausted. It must have been around two thirty when I finally succumbed to Morpheus and then nothingness. People, glibly say, slept like a log, well I slept like a stone, a big stone, no, wait, a mountain, I slept like I was at the exact centre of a huge granite mountain, I had achieved absolute zero, that point where all vibration stops.

When I woke up, it was like a light being turned on in a dark room, the transition period between sleep and total wakefulness was a millisecond or less. The space at my side contained a cold, Harry shaped, indentation, there was no sound, no running water from the toilet, shower or hot water tank filling. There was no sound of the radio from the kitchen, the essential accompaniment to Harry’s breakfast, nothing at all, I checked the clock, ten o’clock, “Shit, I have a meeting with the finance director at ten to discuss the financial projections before the board meeting this afternoon”, I said to myself. I saw a note propped against a cup of cold coffee, “Darling! Tried for over twenty minutes to wake you, phoned into work for you and told them you were sick. I have taken a change of clothing with me, AGM of the sports and social club tonight, just so I don’t disturb you, get as much rest as you can. Have put your mobile on silent, pulled the phone out of the socket and turned the power off to the doorbell so they don’t disturb you either. Love H”. I rubbed my eyes, “Do you know why women rub their eyes when they wake up?” I heard Harry’s voice saying in my head, “No, because they don’t have bollocks to scratch!” He said that every time I woke up and he saw me rub my eyes.

I threw open my curtains, the view from my bedroom was one of the reasons that Harry and I chose this house over every other we looked at, it was a lot more expensive than we really wanted to pay but we just knew that even on the dreariest Monday morning that view would give us the boost to carry on and go to work. The day after a bad summer storm always gave the best view of Bestwood Country Park, I could see for miles, every shade of green available to God’s wondrous pallet. Seeing that, all of nature’s beauty, it put all of my problems and worries into perspective. I also noticed a figure that I recognised, Dell was pacing back and forth, kicking at the stones on the path leading off into the park, there was quite a bald patch where all of the stones had been dispatched by his size eight trainers. I saw him freeze to the spot, his hand, like a gunfighter drawing down on his opponent, pulled his mobile phone from his pocket and I watched as his fingers dialled a well-practised number. I checked my phone, twenty-five missed calls, turned in front of my eyes to twenty-six, I pressed the pick-up button. “Hi”, Dell’s voice sounded anxious, “Hi”, my simple reply, “Come out and talk to me please”, I waited a moment, the walking would have been all too much for me, “Would you like a coffee?” “Where?” “Here!” “No way, my mum told me if she knew I had been anywhere near your front door she would bury me in the garden without killing me first”. “OK”, I closed the call and left my bedroom. I took a pee in the bathroom and wandered down to the kitchen. Nothing unusual you may say, but for me it was a life-changing thing. I would never normally wander around the house in just my nightdress; never go down stairs in the morning before a shower and fresh clothing. I filled the kettle, one cup would have boiled faster but a full kettle meant that I could drown myself in coffee if I needed to. A movement caught my eye, a head popped up over the rear fence, then again, Dell had made his way into the road behind my house, the houses that backed on to us were much smaller and had an access way that ran across the rear of our fence, the head was now a torso. Dell had managed to scale a seven-foot high fence; he ran down the path to my back door, I had it open before he knocked. “Right, if anyone asks I have been nowhere near your front door”, Dell had that wide-open smile of the teenager who has worked out how to beat the system. I nodded toward a seat at the side of the kitchen table, “Milk and sugar?” I asked over my shoulder, the reply didn’t come from fifteen feet away as I expected but much closer, “Milk and one, please”. Dell was standing a few inches behind me; I could now feel his hot breath as it fell on the back of my neck. Dell reached out a hand and placed it on my shoulder, he turned me from the sink. I stood there, eyes cast down at my feet, I felt incredibly guilty, what happened before, that was in ignorance, I knew how old he was now and I still had the same feelings for him that I had on Saturday night, ‘LUST’.

Dell lifted my chin so that my eyes were locked on his, he leaned forward slightly, allowed his lips to brush against mine, the touch was as slight as the beating of an angels wing. I melted inside, Dell edged his right leg forward, pressed his knee between my knees, there was an involuntary reaction, my knees parted slightly. The pressure on my lips grew slightly as did the pressure of his knee and my legs opened slightly wider. Dell reached out with his left hand and placed it on my right hip. “Your nighty feels really soft”, Dell said without moving his lips from mine, he began to stroke down and around onto my buttocks. His hand felt incredibly hot against my skin, even through the material of my night-dress. Dell grew in confidence, his tongue eased my lips apart and he had moved so that his abdomen was pressing against my hip. His cock pressing hard against my thigh. As the kissing grew in passion so did Dell’s hand and body, he was lifting the back of my nighty, struggling slightly because his body was trapping the material against my body at the front. Eventually I felt his hot flesh against my bare buttocks, his hand now squeezing there, he eased himself away from me slightly and my nighty suddenly flew up at the front, making it easier for him to fondle my bottom.

Dell suddenly stopped; he looked concerned, “Is this ok? I mean, after the last time, you know, is it OK?” I didn’t respond, just closed my eyes and allowed his mouth to explore mine. Dell removed my nighty totally and I stood before him, nude and open, Cosmo’ had mentioned times how a woman’s vagina changes when she is aroused, the whole, blood being drawn into the fleshy tissues around the labia making them swell and change colour. I know that in the past I had been aroused but this was different, Dell hadn’t touched either my breasts or my vagina so there was no external attenuation factor to hide what my body was doing. I could actually feel my pussy filling out, feel the heat as extra blood was being delivered there, almost feel the change to an off white colour to a coral pink. Dell just stood there drinking in my beauty with his eyes. There was much ‘umming’ and ‘erring’ coming from Dell, he wanted to do something, he had taken things so far and now he was stuck for what he had to do next. “Should I go and wash?”, Dell was pointing in the rough direction of his groin, “You know, wash down there, that’s if this is all OK?” I threw my nighty in the direction of the utility room and the laundry basket beyond, I took Dell’s hand and led him through the house and up to the bathroom. I found a dry towel for him to use and I watched as he stripped off and climbed into the bath and under the stream of water from the shower mounted above. Standing watching Dell in the shower made me regret not having a freestanding shower cabinet, which was an option at the time we had the shower installed. The bathroom was big enough for one but putting the shower over the bath was much cheaper, but it didn’t allow for two to share safely. Dell’s body was tight, fit and muscular, the water running over his skin showed off his coloration perfectly, and his wonderful erection, standing out so big and proud. Dell took extra care in washing his glans, his penis wasn’t circumcised and just pulling his foreskin all the way back was a problem when he was fully erect. Once satisfied that he had cleansed every bit that could be cleansed he turned to me and smiled his broadest smile. I helped him to dry himself, there we were, both nude, I had one dilemma though, I couldn’t use my marital bed, not to commit adultery. We had two spare bedrooms, the smaller was totally filled with junk, and the larger had a bed in it but it wasn’t made up or aired and there were no curtains in that room either.

I led Dell through to the spare room with the bed, rather than the one with the rubbish, “Not very appealing, sorry”, I said, Dell stepped back and looked into the smaller room, “More appealing than that room”, he replied. A little light illuminated his face, “You have any large candles?” I nodded in affirmation, “Your living room as a real fireplace?” I nodded once again, “Right girl, you fetch all the candles you can find and I’ll meet you in the living room”. Dell’s smile lit me up slightly, never mind how it lit up his own face, I giggled like a teenager and ran off to collect all the candles I could find.

Dell had spotted a huge lamb’s wool rug in the junk room and as I collected up candles Dell was running my Hoover over the rug in the living room. I stood twenty large candles and many more, smaller ones, in the hearth, it was a bit of a task to light all of those candles but the effect was like having a fire blazing in the hearth, Dell had closed the curtains at the front window which put the room in partial darkness, he didn’t bother to close the rear curtains as the back window wasn’t overlooked. With the lambs wool rug spread out in front of forty or so flickering candles Dell invited me to lie with him on the floor. “OK, right, if you want me to put a skin on, I promise no funny business, but it would feel much better if I could do it bareback, for me and for you. Mum told me that you had probably had the morning after pill so you’ll be safe until next month, right?” I had no idea if that was right or not, mobile phone, “Hi Tracey, can’t talk for long I’m at work”, “Sorry Sandy, I took the MAP yesterday, will that cover me until my next ovulation?”, “Let me get back to you”, “Thanks Sandy”. We just have to wait a while, I wasn’t use to initiating sex, and I was even less use to leading the proceedings but as there would be an interlude before I could ‘let loose the dog of war’ that was Dell, in all his horny glory, I began to touch his cock. In all of the time I had spent with Harry I had, at his request, and in total darkness, masturbated him and given him oral pleasure, this was the first time I was in reasonable light, making the aggressor moves on a man. I cradled Dell’s cock in my hand and felt the power surge through it as it grew in my fingers. Dell was just sitting there passively, waiting for me to take the action to him, I eased my body forward and bent down, when his cock was at half mast I had managed to completely uncover his glans, now as his cock filled out I watched as his foreskin became trapped behind the ridge of his glans. I moistened my lips and eased his now fully erect penis into my mouth. Dell took a deep inward breath, his hand rested on the back of my head, he encouraged me to take him deeper into my mouth by pressing gently downward on my head. Each fraction of an inch that my lips crept along his shaft I got little gasps of appreciation from him. I had reached the point where my ‘gag’ reflex kicked in and stopped, I was about to pull my head back up but Dell was begging me to go lower, I took the ‘gag’ and stopped, then a little more, almost choked and eased back, when Tony had cum in my mouth he had just pulled my head hard in one go, I hadn’t actually gagged that time, just felt sick when my belly was filled with the alkali of sperm that was sloshing about. I took all of my courage in my hands and dropped my head as hard and as fast as I could. I felt Dell’s cock head ‘pop’ through my oesophagus, my lips were pressing directly against the base of his cock. I noticed that my ‘gag’ reflex had now turned into a swallow reflex; my oesophagus was, in effect, milking Dell’s glans. I had to pull back from time to time to take in a gulp or two of fresh air but I managed to bring him off using mainly the swallowing action in my throat. I swallowed down his load, I seemed to be drinking for ages as his cock jerked it’s cream deep into my stomach. I remembered how full he had made the condom on his second climax of the evening on Saturday night, I knew that I had only taken in a few millilitres in reality but it felt like gallons. If things between Harry and I got back to a reasonable level I would be able to give him a lot more fun with my oral performance than I had ever given him before.

The phone broke the magic, Dell and I were just cuddling on the wonderfully soft rug, his cock had relaxed again and his foreskin had now fallen back into place. “Hi, oh hi Sandy? What news” “You’re covered for seventy two hours, that’s an approximate time, unless you have a bleed, if you do then you will be ok until just before your next ovulation, and who is the lucky sod?” “I never kiss and tell”, “Well you better, later, you might need my help again soon!” “OK, later”. I threw my phone onto the sofa, “Sandy is a nosy bugger”, Dell said, I nodded. Well you’ll be pleased, for one day only we can do it ‘au natural’.

“Would you like me to ‘do’ you with my mouth, like you did for me?” “No darling, I want to feel you buried deep in my womb, as deep and as hard as you can!” It was only Dell’s third time between a woman’s legs, he had fired off too quickly that first time, and he had pissed about the second and totally spoilt my enjoyment of the whole thing the second time, “Third time’s a charm”, I thought to myself, and I was right, Dell was a quick study, he was managing to drive my pleasure this time instead of me having to do those extra little things to achieve my climax. Dell had been taking note of what I had done and now he was doing it for me, he altered his position and angle of attack several times until he saw by the look on my face that he had hit the magic spot. He even tried his hand at lifting my legs behind his elbows and hit himself hard against my pubic bone, “Where did that come from?” I said as I came down from the roof, “Seen it in a film”, I laughed, “Isn’t TV wonderful?” I thought to myself.

Dell brought me to several climaxes, trying slightly different things, differing his speed, pressure, position etc. But each time the result was the same, as soon as he had figured out exactly what he was doing and did it right I began to climb those stairs to a powerful climax, and each time as I began the climb Dell would lift his head away from me slightly and look down on my face to marvel at the effect he was having on me.

It would be wrong to say that Harry had never fulfilled me, sexually, Harry had often driven me to an orgasm, the difference here was that to Dell the climax was a starting point, Dell wanted to take me way beyond, to Harry my climax was his job done. At the first sign of my climax Harry would fire off his load and call out for pizza, I had believed that my sexual relationship with Harry was fulfilling me totally, all that multiple orgasm crap in Cosmo’ was just editorialising, making us poor saps buy their mag’ in the hopes of one day learning how to achieve the impossible. Until last Friday I had believed myself to be truly lucky to be Harry’s life partner and truly in love with him. I wasn’t ‘in love’ with Dell, that was just lust, and I was learning a valuable lesson of my own too, I really had to separate love from lust.

Dell had guided my body through five or six orgasms, each one was very long lasting, each one had satisfied me in a way far beyond anything Harry had ever done for me before and each one was rewarded with a look from Dell, his, “Look, I’ve done it again, tken you to the moon and back, easy!” “Can I finish off inside?” “What?” “You know, can I go all the way of would you prefer me to finish off outside?” I finally realised that he was asking if he could climax inside my vagina, “Sandy said I was ok for today so go ahead”, I said. “Can we try it a different way?” Dell asked, “What do you have in mind?” Dell took the three seat cushions from the sofa and placed them on the sheepskin rug, “Rest your chest on top of them” dell told me, as I began to move forward I hesitated, “Where are you going?” I asked, “Not there!” He said, I smiled and moved into position, Dell did miss on his first attempt and apologised for missing the right hole. When Dell finally began to fuck me from behind he really lit my lights, I could see the word ‘tilt’ flashing in front of my eyes as I rocketed to a powerful climax, I was kept hovering on the climactic plane for ages. Dell even managed to reach around and massage my breasts, that was a bonus, I realised that he was concentrating on keeping his body weight off of me by using his hands and arms for support and that’s why he hadn’t plaid with my ‘top deck’ toys. Eventually he said, “It’s no good, I can’t see your face, it isn’t so good for me”, and that was that, Dell pulled his cock from my body and was about to turn me around when I remembered a picture that someone had shown me from the internet, “Hold on let me try this”, I said. I turned on to my back, perched precariously on top of the stack of seat cushions and allowed my head to fall backwards over the edge of the top cushion. My mouth was in a perfect position to accept his cock, he eased himself gently forward and his cock slid in, it entered my mouth totally, his balls were clanging against my nose. I wasn’t quite sure if it was the fact that I had already desensitised my throat from the earlier pounding I had given it but I didn’t gag once. The previous time I had done all the work and Dell had just been still and passive, I was in no position this time to move anything except my tongue so it was up to Dell to do everything this time. He started by slowly rocking himself back and forth so that his cock slid a fraction of an inch in and out of my mouth, “Mmmmm I taste good” I thought to myself as I cleaned all of my own cum from around his cock shaft. Dell reached forward and began to rub his fingers through my pubic hair, as he slowly built up speed in my mouth his fingers got more daring, he took me to heaven with his finger tips teasing and, so softly, massaging my clitoris, and then he fell forward and began to kiss my abdomen, his cock was forced deep in my throat, I felt his body spasm as the, now familiar feeling of hot sperm rushing through my throat and into my stomach, I smiled inwardly.

I threw the cushions back onto the sofa and pulled Dell to my side and curled up for a cuddle, Dell was rubbing himself, he was trying to rebuild his softening erection, I gave him my best; ‘what the fuck are you doing’ look, “You said!”, “What?” “You said I could do it inside!” Dell still wanted to hold me to my promise of allowing him to climax inside my vagina. Oh the miracle of youth, all I wanted to do really was to have an after glow cuddle, I was totally sated, all of my possible sexual needs fulfilled apart from the one, closeness after sex, but Dell had regained his ‘strength’ in less that five minutes and was eager to rejoin the battle. Dell climbed aboard in the conventional ‘missionary’ position with the added dimension that he pulled my legs up behind his elbows to expose me more and allow him greater penetration, he was trying to get me up to my climax again but I told him that it was ok for me not to go there this time, he should just try to satisfy himself. “No way, I want to see you cum first, I love watching your face when you lose it”. Dell pounded away, he did manage to get me off the ground once again, I couldn’t even hazard a guess at how many times Dell had driven me into that heavenly state of orgasmic euphoria but I was flying once again and he began grunting his passion out, I was washed over with his seed, it filled me totally, Dell must have been a walking sperm bank and I made the largest withdrawal of the day, his seed was spilling out all over the lambs wool rug.

And then we cuddled, we had started fucking at around eleven o’clock, and it was now almost four o’clock, “I should go, just in case your husband comes home early!” “It’s OK, he has a meeting after work and he took his change of clothes with him”, Dell relaxed and we spooned together and drifted into a shallow sleep.