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Chapter Eight

I spent all day Sunday lounging around the house. I was still tired after the previous evening’s exertions, and my head was filled with the images and sounds that we made. It was an amazing experience, and one which I wouldn’t forget for a long time, and felt happy that I had made the evening such a positive experience for Helen, and I was sure that she would go on to find happiness, maybe with the guy who had expressed interest in her.

The week began as most weeks did, quietly, which, after my recent activities was welcomed. I received calls from my daughters, reminding me that they were coming up to see me in a couple of weeks for my birthday, and they wanted to be sure that I had the restaurant booked, and everything in hand for their arrival.

I had already begun planning the weekend. The house would be full, and it would take some organising to fit everyone in, but I knew that the grandchildren, in particular, would have a great time.

I still live in the house that we bought when I first started my business. It is a four-bedroom detached property set in its grounds with a large garden at the rear, which was my late wife’s pride and joy. I knew that over the next two weeks, I had quite a bit of work to do to get the house ready to receive them all, especially the kids’ bedroom. Whenever they visited together, they all slept in one room and it would turn into a huge sleepover.

I paced myself and worked on one room a day, making sure that all the beds had fresh linen and although it was hard work, I knew that were my wife still here she would have been going over the house with a fine-tooth comb.

As the weekend approached, I settled down for a well-earned takeaway and as I waited for the delivery, I opened a beer and picked up my laptop. I hadn’t been onto the website since I had met up with Helen, and after checking my profile, and reading a beautiful message and recommendation from her I reciprocated on her page. I was about to close it down when I stopped and clicked on Nikki’s photo in my friends list.

I noticed that she had a new recommendation and couldn’t resist clicking on the icon. I read the message from Tom, he wrote in very glowing terms about his meeting with her, giving more details about their night together than I had thought necessary. As I read I realised that I was trembling inside, I shook my head, ‘what’s going on?’ I thought as I finished reading the glowing report of their encounter.

I closed down the site and stared at the screen as I tried to make sense of what I was feeling. My focus was broken by the arrival of my takeaway, and as I sat down and ate it, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom and Nikki together, rolling about the bed in the throes of ecstasy.

I sighed, “You know what? You’re jealous!”

It sounded dumb to me, but it was true, it was the only explanation for why I was thinking like this. I stood up and got myself another beer.

“This is stupid! You said that you weren’t ready for a relationship! And you’re not!” I was almost shouting at myself as I walked around the lounge, my eyes fixed onto the laptop which was still switched on.

I paced up and down, mumbling to myself about being ridiculous, and acting like a teenager, but, as much as I tried to deny it, it was obvious that my feelings towards Nikki were much stronger than I had been letting on.

Later, as I lay in bed unable to sleep, with my mind full of thoughts of Nikki, and seeing the message from tom as clear as day I turned to my side and my eyes fell onto the photograph of Sally and me on our wedding day. I sighed and picked it up and stared at it. We were so happy that day, the happiest day of my life, I missed her so much.

“Oh love. Why did you have to go?” I sighed and wiped a tear from my eye.

“What am I doing love? Look at me! I bet your looking down and rolling your eyes at me and wondering why I can’t see what’s right in front of me.” I whispered.

She had been the strong one in our relationship, she made all the important decisions, and she was far more mature than I. I sniffed.

“ It’s not a betrayal love, is it? You know that I will always love you, it’s just, well, it’s just that, I’m lonely honey. I didn’t realise it until recently, but I am. I don’t know if Nikki is the one, but I do like her, a lot, and I’ll be honest, I don’t know what to do about her.” I whispered as I looked at her smiling face in the photograph.

I placed the picture frame back onto the side table and lay back, closed my eyes, and tried to get some sleep.

The weekend arrived and I had almost completed my preparations for the coming celebration. The rooms were ready, the camp-beds were up in the kids’ room and all that was needed was a quick tidy up before they arrived on Friday. I had been into town to get my weekly food shop and I’d stopped for a coffee and was sat outside in the late-summer sun when I saw Nikki walking towards me.

She saw me and smiled, I waved her over and she joined me for a coffee. We got talking and I tried my best to keep the topic away from our activities on the website, but, eventually, she brought it up and asked how my meeting had gone.

I wasn’t aware that she knew about it, but she said that she’d read Helen’s glowing review of my performance. I felt uneasy when she put it on those terms, but, was more interested in the fact that she’d checked it out at all.

I had to ask about her meeting with Tom. She fell back into her shell a little and said that it was good and didn’t elaborate on it any more. I smiled.

“Well, I read his message on your page, Nikki, it was more than good.”

She glanced at me and I caught a look in her eye that told me that I’d hit a nerve. I raised my hand.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s none of my business. I’m just glad that you had a good time.” I said, trying to pacify her.

She sighed. “It was good, well, very good. He’s a lovely man.”

I stared. “But?” I said.

She looked up, hesitated, then shook her head and picked up her coffee cup. I reached out and put my hand on hers.

“But?” I repeated.

She sighed.

“It wasn’t you.” She whispered so softly that I almost didn’t catch it.

My hand was still on hers. I squeezed it gently. “Ahh!” I said.

She rolled her eyes at me and pulled her hand away.

“I know! We’re not in a relationship! You’ve made that clear.” She sounded upset.

I sighed, sat back in my chair and stared at her, she looked uncomfortable, her eyes darted here and there, anywhere but look at me.

“What if I was wrong?” I said.

She glared at me, I had her attention.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

I inhaled. “What if I was wrong, and maybe I am ready for a relationship?” I said slowly, and softly.

I could see her trying to take in what I’d just said. I leaned forward and started to explain how I had felt when I read the messages that tom had left on her profile page.

“I know that it is irrational, but I couldn’t get them out of my head, and I realised that I was jealous,” I said.

I noticed her smile. “What?” I asked.

“That’s exactly how I felt when I read your messages from Helen, and, to be honest, from all of them.” She replied.

We looked at each other, neither of us knowing what to say next. She broke the ice.

“So what do we do now?” She asked.

I sighed. “Well. We carry on as we were, or, we make it official, and I take you out on a proper date?” I said.

She grinned, “I’d like that very much.”

We made arrangements for that evening, I would pick her up and we’d go out for dinner. When we parted I took her hands and looked into her eyes.

“Until later,” I whispered, and leaned forward and kissed her softly, and briefly on the lips.

We enjoyed a lovely dinner, I’d managed to get a table at the best Italian restaurant in town and afterwards, we walked along the seafront as the weather started to turn and the wind blew in from the sea. I had my arm around her and held her close as we walked back to the car, I didn’t want the evening to end, and was delighted when she accepted my invitation to come back to my place.

It was strange, as we walked into the house I felt nervous, it wasn’t the first time that we’d come here, but it was the first time that we had done so as a couple, and, despite my fears and concerns, that is what we were.

I closed the door behind us and turned to see her stood looking at me. She looked gorgeous, she had dressed for dinner and wore an elegant, simple, predominantly black dress with silver flecks that ran through it. She wore heels, not too high but also black and her legs were covered in the sheerest of black stockings, or so I hoped.

She smiled at me. I asked her if she would like a drink, she looked a little coy and shook her head, I smiled.

“So, shall we go up then?” I asked.

She nodded and I held out my arm to guide her towards the stairs and followed her as we climbed up towards the bedroom.

In the bedroom we were soon in each other’s arms and as we kissed I realised immediately that it was different. There was no doubt, it felt much different to the other times we’d been here, this time, it meant something and we both seemed to be more passionate. We were both soon breathing heavily and as I reached behind and began to slide the zip of her dress down I felt my fingers tremble a little.

She was growing impatient too, as I slid the zip down she had already pulled my shirt from my trousers and had the first two buttons undone. The dress pushed down over her arms and as it slid down her body she continued to work on my shirt and it soon joined her dress on the floor.

I gazed at her. She wore a beautiful black silk camisole with matching silk knickers, and I couldn’t remember when I had last seen a sight so sexy, or when I had wanted someone more than I wanted Nikki at that moment. She noticed me looking.

“Do you like?” she smiled.

I nodded enthusiastically and moved closer to her, slipping my hands around her waist. I brushed the back of my fingers across her cheek, gazing into her eyes before kissing her. I pulled her to me, and, as our tongues danced inside her mouth, she dropped her hands and started work on my trousers and soon had them open.

We broke and I looked at her, she breathed a little faster and her pupils were dilated, she smiled and began to slide my trousers down, and as she did, she slowly knelt at my feet. I looked down at her, her blonde hair flowed over her shoulders as she helped me out of my trousers.

She raised her head and stared at my crotch, my cock was hard and pushing to get out, I saw her lips curl at the side as she reached up and peeled down my shorts. I let my hand rest on her head as she dragged my shorts down to my feet and I stepped out of them.

I stroked my fingers through her hair as she stared at my cock and gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I let out a low moan as she squeezed and began yo move her hand slowly up and down. Her eyes looked up at me, I smiled.

“Oh god Nikki, your fingers feel so good.” I sighed.

She smiled and then opened her mouth and, still staring at me, leaned forward and I watched the head of my cock slide slowly between her lips. I held her head in both hands as I helped her mouth onto me, and I closed my eyes and moaned as she closed her lips around my fat shaft and slid her lips down.

I gripped her head tighter and groaned when I felt her tongue flick across the swollen head and lick around the shaft.

“Oh fuck! God! You’re amazing/” I cried as I slowly moved my hips to and fro as I held her head still, slowly fucking her mouth.

She moaned as she sucked me, I felt her fingers caress and squeeze my balls as she worked her mouth up and down, sucking hard. I could see her cheeks sucked in as she worked hard. I stood, holding her head as she sucked me. We’d been here before, but I was sure that this had a different feel to it, and I loved it.

After a while, I gently applied a little pressure to her head and slowly eased her from my cock. I looked down as it slipped from her lips and she slurped and wiped her hand across them. She looked up, a look of disappointment on her face. I smiled.

“That was fantastic Nikki,” I said softly.

I helped her to her feet and kissed her, she wrapped her hands around my neck and kissed me hard. We were both so turned on and I couldn’t wait any longer. I lifted her silk camisole and she raised her hands to allow me to pull it over her head and toss it onto the floor.

Her breasts looked perfect, and her nipples were like bullets. I couldn’t resist reaching out and tracing small circles around them before lowering my head and taking one into my mouth. She sighed and I felt her hands on my head as I rolled it between my lips and began to nibble it and suck on it.

“Ohhh!” She sighed as I worked the nipple between my lips and tugged gently on it.

I stood tall once more, and slid my fingers into the top of her knickers and started to peel them down. Once she was naked, I led her to the bed and laid her down, and slid alongside her.

I leaned over her and kissed her, as I did, I caressed and teased her breasts, she sighed and cried in response and writhed as I fondled her.

“Oh god!”

She grabbed my head and held me close.

I slowly worked my way down her body, kissing and caressing her soft skin as I did. She had a great body, and, for the first time, I noticed that she smelled delicious. As I got to her thighs I knelt and pushed her legs apart. She grinned, she knew what was to come and helped me.

I lay between her legs and shuffled forward until my mouth was almost touching her pussy. I could see the moisture on her labia, which were parted slightly and her clit was hard and erect and had left its protective hood.

She let out a loud gasp when I gently parted her labia with my fingers and pushed my tongue between them and into her warm, wet pussy. I pushed it as far as I could, my lip pressed against her clit and, as I worked it into her, my lip ground against her clit. She grabbed at my hair and pulled, at the same time she lifted her feet and spread her thighs wider as she crossed her feet behind my back and squeezed my head between her thighs.

I could feel her pushing her pussy up at my mouth as her fingers wrapped around my hair and pulled my mouth tighter against her. She panted and breathed hard as she let out a series of small, sexy sighs and cries. I pulled my tongue out and concentrated on her clit, flicking it across and pressing on it before I sucked it between my lips and let my teeth nibble on it.

It was all too much for her and I felt her legs start to shake, and her fingers pulled hard on my hair as she bucked and thrust her hips up at me. She clenched her thighs tightly around my head and let out a loud cry as her orgasm hit. I could feel the juices flow from her as my lips were clamped tight to her pussy as she rode through her orgasm.

I lay between her legs, drinking in her juices and lapping at her pussy as she slowly calmed and her orgasm passed. When she released the pressure on my head I was able to lift it and look at her. Her head was laid back on the pillow, her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard. I looked down at her pussy, her blonde hairs were wet and her lips were glistening and swollen. I gave them a soft peck and she wriggled and moaned.

I knelt between her legs and stroked my cock, dripping with pre-cum and looked at her, “why don’t we try something different?” I asked.

She agreed, so, I pulled her so that she sat up and I lay down on the bed and directed her to straddle me. She looked eager as she slid her leg across my thighs and sat down. I looked down, her thighs were spread wide and I could see her pussy lips and her swollen clit. She placed her hands on my chest and leaned over looking into my eyes, I pulled her down and kissed her. She fell forward and lay on me, I wrapped my arms around her, squashing her breasts between us we kissed passionately.

She sat up again and I placed my hands on her hips, then with my help, she raised herself, and I held her while she reached under and guided my hard cock towards her pussy. After a few prods and pokes, she looked up at me when she found the right spot. She hesitated, then, with me holding her tightly around her hips, she let go of my cock and slowly slid down and moaned as my cock slowly slid into her.

With my cock deep inside her, she lifted her eyes and looked at me, a smile slowly spread across her lips. She lifted herself, her pussy slid up my cock, and, before it flopped out, she dropped down onto it, letting out a cry of pleasure. Her eyes bulged wide as she felt the pleasure shoot through her body and she repeated the process, again, and again.

I held her as she bounced up and down on me. My cock stretching her as she slammed down onto it, her cries and yelps filling the room as she leaned forward and placed her hands on my chest for support. She changed from bouncing to grinding her pussy against me as I held her and thrust up into her.

It was so good, so fucking hot, her pussy felt so tight and I loved how she worked it against me as I thrust hard and fast into her. As great as my sex-life with Sally had been, she had never been very vocal throughout our relationship, but Nikki, well, she was so different, and her cries and moans were turning me on as much as her tight body.

We were getting into it, I slammed into her and she buried her face into my neck and I felt her teeth press into the flesh of my neck as she jerked and ground her pussy against me, almost in a frenzy.

I held her tight as I continued to pound into her, sensing my impending orgasm. I was surprised when she beat me to it, her body tensed and I felt her press her mouth hard into my neck. Her fingers dug into my back as she gripped her thighs around my hips and screamed, her scream muffled by my flesh as she came hard.

I could feel the muscles of her pussy pulsating around my cock as I slammed in and out of her, it was too much and I cried out and thrust hard, lifting her into the air and holding her up as my cock exploded inside her and my cum shot out and splashed into her pussy.

She cried out and moaned as my cock jerked and twitched inside her, filling her with my hot, sticky cum. As my orgasm subsided, and my cock stopped twitching, I slowly lowered her down and held her close whilst I tried to get hold of my breathing.

We lay together, her body laid on mine as she too tried to get control of her breathing. I held her and stroked my fingers down her back, as we both slowly calmed down. Eventually, I felt her lift her head and I looked at her. She smiled.

“Wow, James. That was amazing. I’ve never had an orgasm during sex before.” She sighed.

I stroked my fingers across her face and kissed her. I helped her slowly slide from me, and as my limp cock slid from her a sliver of cum streaked across my thigh. I slid my arm under her and pulled her close, she rested her head on my shoulder and moaned as she cuddled into me.

“Hmmm, I feel so good.” She sighed.

I squeezed her gently.

“You can stay if you want?” I said softly.

She nodded. “I’d like that.” She replied and rested her hand on my chest.

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