The day began with heavy showers and the sky was dull and overcast. There was a cool breeze. Rivers of water ran down into the gutters of the street – it was by no means a summery day at all, not a sandals day. Upon my first reported meeting with Wayne my feet and sandals had become soaking wet so today, due to the weather I had decided to wear sensible shoes appropriate for the climate, and sensible shoes for driving. I had an early lunch then proceeded to Wayne’s home. The time was 11.55am.
Arrived at Wayne’s around 12.35pm I had made my way through one or two heavy showers along the journey. Wayne was sat in his front room when I knocked upon his door. He came to greet me, opening his door and inviting me in enquiring as to how my journey had been and how I was. I was warmly welcomed in. I sat on a chair to take off my shoes. To calm my nerves after the motorway driving, Wayne put the kettle on and made us both a welcome cup of tea. I asked how he was and had he had his lunch? He paid me a compliment and said he liked my green top.
Wayne was wearing a cream and blue/red check shirt. I handed Wayne a present of homemade blackberry and apple jam, homemade apple chutney and a bottle of claret wine. He thanked me warmly and commented on the homemade labels. We looked through the kitchen window as he asked whereabouts I had parked. I noticed there were two or three mounds of brown earth upon his lawn – moles he confirmed, tunnels heading towards and beyond the crab apple tree which was heavily laden with ripe fruit.
The brew was made so he ushered us through to the lounge where he beckoned me to sit by his side on the sofa. There were fresh flowers in a glass vase and everything looked sparkling clean and tidy. Wayne enquired as to what I’d been doing that week and we both chatted. He gently pulled me closer to have a cuddle. He remarked that I looked nervous as I surveyed the room – it looked somewhat bigger than I remembered. Not much has changed: rooms emptier, less clutter he clarified. Wayne confirmed that as he had suggested, we would have an outing to Nostell Priory and Parkland between the showers.
We kissed and gave each other the biggest, warmest hug. Wayne looked tired. He suggested we go upstairs to his bedroom for a quick one, which we did as he led the way. Ah, how to pass the time with a close friend on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He had decorated his bedroom and changed the fabric of the curtains and quilt covers. He said I looked tense. Wayne knows I like to be sensual, the pleasure of the body rather than just the mind.
Kissing and caressing my body, stroking, touching and feeling he made a comment as to my silky smooth skin (Spa lotion), to smell and to taste as he slowly undressed me running his hands around my silky panties (jeans would rub without them when driving). Whilst sucking my nipples and licking with his tongue he ran his hands around my firm, round breasts whilst I followed suit. The hairs on his chest rubbed against my breasts as we came closer. He liked this. Two fingers were used to bring me to a climax.
“I should be asking for more, not to stop mid-flow,” Wayne commented and thought it could be because I was not used to coming?
“Time for a walk, I think.”
Downstairs, he picked up his blue jumper it was soaking wet from his morning outing having been caught out in a shower.
“Come on, let’s go,” Wayne stated as we climbed into his car.
Eighteenth-century Nostell Priory and Parkland is the home of the Winn family; a National Trust Property. Three hundred acres of parkland, lakeside walks, Adam interiors, Chippendale furniture made especially for Nostell with numerous paintings. It was free entry today due to National Heritage weekend. We collected a ticket and entered the house to climb the wide elaborate staircase like royalty going for tea. One room after another we entered stopping to peruse the opulent treasure trove.
Some of the rooms were very dark and a question arose -How could they see to read in the Library? One bathtub needed a good clean as you could see the tidemark where the water had been. Being my usual self I touched a marble table with an intricate blue design only to be told by the staff member “Please do not touch!” He enlightened me as to the technique and how it was made – I was only the twentieth person to touch it that day! I wouldn’t bring a child here, there were no interactive displays – a no-touch policy. The beds were high and elaborate. Why would you need a fold-out sofa bed in the room which had such a masterful bed? I wondered if they had trouble with their sewing machine like I had recently when making their soft furnishings and table covers?
There were no children’s rooms or rooms for children although there was an 18th-century dolls’ house encased in glass. The park had an adventure playground. As we were leaving the house, tickets were being sold for a draw to help pay for the restoration and renovation.
We proceeded to Stables tea room where Wayne kindly bought us tea and rock cakes, not that they were meant to be rock cakes! We can’t usually afford tea and cakes so this was a kind of treat. The weather was dry so we meandered through the new woodland walk paths, up some tree trunk lined steps.
“Last one up is a sissy!”
Wayne and I competed – he won! Wayne received a text which he read. Around and down to the lake we went where we saw a signet swan with only one adult. We walked around the side of the lake, there were dragonflies darting and dancing to and fro. We sat on a bench overlooking the lake watching the odd fish jump out to catch its fly tea/supper where Wayne began reminiscing of times gone by.
Time was marching on as we drove back to Wayne’s where sex, tea and chocolate biscuits were going to be the order of the day! We arrived and a man was waiting outside Wayne’s.
“This is Ron,” said Wayne, “I thought you might like him to join us.”
We entered the house.
I walked into the dining room with a big beam across my face, not only was I going to have sex with another man, but with Wayne there. Also it made me feel really attractive and sexy to be able to get two men in bed with me. As I walked away from Wayne I reached down and pulled the zipper of my jeans down. I also pulled my blouse out from my jeans.
Upon returning to Ron I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him very passionately and long, Ron said that he wanted to make love to me.
Ron’s hands were now moving all over my back, shoulders, arms and cupping my breast. Soon his hand came up under my blouse and cupped my breast. A tingle went through me. I let Ron proceed to unbutton my blouse and it was then that Wayne came in. Ron hesitated, so I whispered:
Wayne put the drinks down away from us and came over and started to kiss me, unfastening the button on my jeans and taking my jeans down so therefore revealing panties. Ron in turn took my blouse off revealing my matching bra, Wayne took my knickers off and Ron my bra. I was stripped naked. I was led over to the settee where Wayne sat on my right and of course Ron on the other side, both men looking at me with lust in their eyes,
My dream was coming true I had four hands caressing me. Ron soon slid one of his hands down between my thighs and his fingers worked up inside me. Wayne stood up and took his clothes off and upon returning to me his erection was pressed up against my leg. Soon Ron stripped off and that’s when I saw his erection; it was about the same size as Wayne’s but seem to point straight out. Ron returned to caressing my vagina with his fingers and Wayne was playing with one breast while sucking and licking the other. I was getting aroused so much that it wasn’t long before I was looking up at Wayne with a pleading in my eyes.
Wayne looked at me, then said, “You go on up, I’ll lock up.”
I took Ron by the hand and led him up to the bedroom.
Wayne waited for a moment before joining us, I was laid on my back and Ron’s tongue and hands were all over me. I felt Wayne lay down beside me and his hands and tongue were doing the same. Never before had my breast and my nipples been so aroused. Along with my vagina, every part of me was tingling. Ron’s fingers were doing fantastic things to my clitoris, Wayne was sucking on my nipple and tweaking the other with his finger and thumb.
Wayne reached for a condom and gave it to me. I in turn handed it to Ron to put on. Wayne’s fingers were keeping me totally aroused. I then felt Ron moving up on top of me, and suddenly where Wayne’s fingers had been Ron’s penis was entering me. My thoughts at that moment were “Good god, it’s really happening.”
It didn’t take long for me to be thrusting and moving my body in time with Ron’s. Ron started very slowly, then moved faster and faster and at the same time was rotating his hips. I don’t really know too much about what was now happening to me, all I know was I was been well and truly fucked.
Wayne became aroused very soon and he entered me harder than I have ever known him to. I climaxed twice more with Wayne. Now floods of emotions came over me. I don’t think I could possibly describe it in words. Ron was now hard again and Wayne passed him another condom. This time with Ron I don’t know how many times I came, but I do know that I was exhausted. Things quietened down and soon Ron said he had to go. Wayne saw him out and came back to me we made love slowly.
An offer came from Wayne to take me shopping to buy two new bras in a bigger cup size if he could have my old one.