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A story of a friend and his holiday
Well, to quote the comedian Jethro; ‘what happened was’, through the vagaries of hamster he ended up with talking to a couple called Margarite and Stan, a couple of retired souls living in a mobile home in north wales. His name was Jerry with a J by the way, a fairly fit old bugger with a bike, a love for long distance cycle rides and a family who had moved on, so now sadly he was on his own in the world and in need of some sex, it having been over a year now. In his 50`s he had found this particular couple living ear Rhyl, and after all this time they had invited him to visit. So, one sunny morn off he set on the neat racing style bike, the 150 miles to Rhyl, on the north welsh coast, on his back a pack with his gear and to keep down the weight, not much of it at that!
Now if that prat at the weather bureau had managed to get things right, it should have been a three-day wobble in warm summer sunlight and gentle breezes, a doddle to him, followed by a few days with this older couple, a couple of screws if he was lucky, and some relaxing on the beach before going home by train. All bases covered, and fairs fair the weather did just that that first day, until he set up his tent after the first 70 miles, he had stopped at midday for a pint and a pie as you do, and the going had been fair to middling, as he pottered along, so his meal that evening and another pint was most acceptable camped as he was behind the pub in a small orchard. The first spots of rain started in the small hours, by the time he was ready to ride on, it was one of those days that the Irish in there wisdom call “soft”, grey and damp, the ride this time not such a joy, oilskins made him hot, and the damp was too much to ride in his normal attire, breakfasting at a roadside café to dry out, the lady behind the counter took pity on our drowned rat and served up a gigantic breakfast, rather than the light meal he frugally had ordered, so by the time he left, not having wished to leave her kind hospitality, he was a little bloated though dried out! Luckily the rain having eased, he became somewhat stiff in the joint`s so it took him a while to get back in the swing of things, so much had he eaten that dinner was just a bottle of pop, and he finally pulled up for the night in sight of the industrial chemical works near Runcorn, leaving him with just the last leg along the welsh borders. By now the breakfast had worn off and he walked back the quarter mile to a small pub, that had looked homely, ordered a pint, and a meal. found the pint was most acceptable, but the meal, was shall we say, best left, more pints followed to compensate, and he wandered back to his tiny camp still hungry. By now the rain had stopped, and overnight he slept well, up bright and early dressing in the dark, he packed up and was away just after first light, not having a stove or cooking gear with him hunger and the need for tea driving him on. cafes and vans being plentiful, he stopped at the first open van in a layby, for a very welcome bacon sandwich. With a mug of great tea, or should that be a great mug of tea, …oh well it little matters he felt set up for the day on he went full of the joys. but overcome with a dire need to water the roadside overtook him a few miles on, as he wandered along the coast road, so he stopped, as you do, in a convenient gateway flopped it out and began to pee. It was here that nemeses struck, a horse fly unnoticed was lurking and for some reason known to god or the nuisance fairy it objected to being peed on and it stung the exposed todger, causing him to yelp and swat the unfortunate flying menace. Now you may laugh but a tiny sting on the helmet is not a laughing matter as we shall see. Anyway, a dab of antiseptic cream from his very basic first aid kit and off he set again cursing his luck. It was fully 2 pm when he rode through Rhyl itself, the now grey weather not deterring the crowds, as he wended his way towards the location that Stan had given, just past the bridge at the big site beside the railway bridge. These last few miles had been a horror, his underpants rubbing against his swollen helmet, in a most unpleasant way more and more as he rode along! It was somewhat of a relief to find the right site and after a short search, the right van. Getting off the bike with some joy, as by now he knew he was at best a little swollen, and definitely chafed.
The van or home as residents like to call them, was impressive, and on a concrete plinth a little away from the rest beside the k**dies swing park, it had a wooden veranda, French windows at the end and a small car parked outside.
In a mobile home like this, it doesn’t take a lot of noise to get a reply to a light knock, and they had seen him coming anyway, Stan turned out to be a shortish chap in his early70`s with a strong handshake, his wife just as the pictures, an attractive blonde, who looked about 40, but he knew was in her early 60s her hair and make-up perfect, her dress neat red and figure hugging, and topped off by …an old pair of slippers… oh well, you can`t win them all!
He was bade sit down and as you would expect the atmosphere was a little tense, the couple never before having met this younger man, nor of course he them.
So, while Margarite made the inevitable tea, Stan, to break the ice a little, asked about the ride down, Jerry being Jerry making light of the trip, saying he had done longer but he wished the forecaster’s would get things a bit more accurate, Stan agreeing wholeheartedly all in a very English this, complaining about the weather, we all instinctively know it will probably be shite anyway, but at least it got them talking.
The three sat exchanging pleasantries for a few moments swilling tea, and so on. then he mentioned the horse fly, how he had been stung, he was not of course specific as to the location. But Margarite to his horror was up and off to the cupboard, returning with cotton wool and a bottle of something that she said would stop the pain though it left the swelling, and unfortunately left the skin discoloured for a day or but she said, “it did prove most effective when they had had an inundation of the wretched things in the spring that year!” Embarrassed now he suggested he bathe the sting himself so as not to cause her any embarrassment, but Margarite was insistent, and he could see she was not taking no, and as they had talked on a porn sight, where Stan had invited him to “try his luck” with his wife, he thought, what the hell, stood and opened his clothing, keeping his head up and averting his gaze from this more than helpful lady.
She and Stan both gasped, he looked down quickly and he too had to do a double take. The shaft was just as he had left home, and though stiff from exposing himself to a strange woman, it was still 7” of normality, but the head… gone, the normal un-circumcised skin covered, average helmet…now he had a mushroom 2” across red, bloated and luckily exposed, by the fore-skin having slid back.
She in shock put down the bottle and the swab and simply kissed it, as if that would make it better, to her it was a gift from afar. Stan was first to react, within seconds the curtains were drawn, and the outside world and the k**s playground were excluded from the sight of his beloved wife on her knees worshiping the biggest mushroom she had ever been lucky enough to encounter! Jerry enjoying her ministrations soothing away his cares with her very active tongue, but god was it tender.
Her having been a virgin when she met stan and having been faithful as a wife this last 40 years, faithful, if barren, though tempted more than once it must be said, as she was a pretty woman with a good figure. The problems though had started with Stan losing his errection`s, she being still excitable this last 2 years had been a desert, a misery and they had resorted to porn, though Stan had secretly been addicted this last few years behind her back so to speak and knew his way around, it had been a last-ditch attempt to keep her happy and him stiff.
Margarite knew that she was not betraying Stan, as they had discussed the whole thing long and hard, him cleverly leaving the final decision to her, by inviting his selection, our hero Jerry to visit, saying that Jerry should, “try his luck with the wife” that way they were not tied in to something she could later blame him for and she could innocently tell Jerry “NO” if she got cold feet!
Cold feet, she was kneeling with her mouth full of his swollen cock and he had not been in her living room 40 minutes, so it was odds on to be a good few days and she wasn`t going to say a meaningful no!!
The combination of discomfort, of the swelling, the last celibate year and her tongue soon had her mouth full and a smile on his face. The first flush over they lay together on the floor of this home, her husband sat watching and their tongues entwined.
By now she had the first pangs of guilt for her actions, and her orgasm brought on by her own actions and imaginations. Stan however grinned and reassured her to “let herself go old girl, you`re not going to get younger or pregnant and at our age who knows, we may never get another chance, and it`s not like someone we know well is it!”
They retook their seats, perhaps a little sheepishly and Stan ever a gentleman poured tea once more. Saying he was oh so happy to see they would be getting on so well over the next ten days, which caused laughter and blushes!
Finally, the effected-area, was swabbed, and the pain receded, leaving just the swelling, {ed note; the writer has been looking for a nest of horse-fly`s ever since!} and of course the colour, a sort of vivid violet staining the area prettily!
All barriers gone now, they chatted, Stan admitting his dick was now “a bloody ornament that dribbled a bit now and then but had to be prodded into action!”
he added it was an age thing and that he hated not being able to ‘give Maggy what she needs now and then, ‘hence the invite”, and that he hoped “she would be able to let herself go and enjoy herself in any way,” and he repeated that last “`Anyway,’… She chose or thought she would enjoy” and added how he knew from her history on the internet, just some of what she enjoyed, but had not ever had the chance of!
By now she was blushing fit to bust, and stuttering that “s-s-she d-d-d-ident know he c-c-checked!” Stan told her to “steady old girl no need to worry, I have known you so long we don’t have secrets and you only stutter when your angry or wound up so forgive me please….” She smiled, and they kissed, then she said to Gerry, when I-I-I know you b-b-better perhaps we can e-e-expand our horizons, b-b-but till then p-per-perhaps we can just b-b-be lovers t-t-t-to begin”
Jerry never one to miss an opportunity, and being a right smoothy, said, ”he would be honoured, to make love to her in any way she wished once the swelling had receded, and that he would be looking forward to exploring and enjoying her fine body…” Considering this was said sitting with his pink undies [due to dressing in the dark and a laundry malfunction with a red sweater before he left home] with his cycling strides round his ankles, sitting in the ladies home with his todger painted a sort of bluey purple colour, it all seemed a bit unreal, but there, life can be a little like that occasionally!
Anyway, realising the situation our hero stood and put his kit away, and with Stan laughing like a hyena, Margarite retreated blushing to her kitchenette, but Jerry rapidly suggested they went out for a meal on him tonight, though he did suggest he got changed first into something less tight. He was shown the toilet and shower and his room the couple retreating to their own room to change.
Stan driving his little car they soon retreated to a pub called ‘The Bridge,’ just Towyn side of the steel bridge near the marine lake, here they enjoyed a goodly meal, Jerry not having eaten since the snack at the roadside that morning.
Drinks then off home, and bed the order of the day,
By next morning the swelling had improved, as had the weather, they knew it would, the weather man having predicted a lousy day…
They breakfasted well and late, sitting out on the wooden staging, that passed as a patio, before at Stans suggestion they got into the car and set off for the beach at Rhos-on-sea, and a little café the pair particularly liked, the day passed slowly, no words about his “swelling,” or anything else like that, just sunbathing, a swim and an ice-cream followed by more swimming then a lovely meal at the café, which had them home by 7pm and in front of the telly, wine in hand, by 7.30. Margarite quietly and innocently asked if “the swelling had completely gone yet?” to which the reply, was that “the salt water had certainly helped” and that “he was feeling much better thank you, why did she ask?” he kept a straight face as he spoke knowing what was afoot. Margarite and he were sat beside one another on the long sofa, Stan sitting in his usual place at the table with his paper, doing the crossword, and without looking up muttered “here we go” not taking his eyes from 3 across.
Laughing they wrapped their arms round one another, and the game was afoot. Kisses led to caresses, caresses to fondling, fondling to nakedness and then to the purple parsnip [a very apt description] being buried in the lady`s garden deep and hard.
Sadly, the somewhat narrow sofa, was a little restrictive, and the floor beckoned, and for the next hour, sports continued while stan sat glancing absently at the writhing pair, while distracting himself from the difficulties of 8 down!
The pair writhed and wriggled, vanilla sex some call it, but the positions these two got into, grunting and groaning time and again, was more a 99 than a vanilla, one or the other expressing themselves in the time-honoured fashion of grunts and groans. The evening passed like time has a perchant to do and energy spent they lay naked and exhausted as the clock hands pointed to eleven, the crossword finished, Stan brewed coffee, which he delivered to the combatants where they lay. Suggesting that he swapped beds with Jerry and without more ado, not waiting for an answer he simply pottered away to the second bedroom coffee in hand. The night was a long round of sleep, broken time and again by bouts of sex, blow jobs, and cuddling. Dawn came and went, and it was mid-morning, before our supposedly fit cyclist appeared, looking drained, and in need of refreshment. the thought of another few days at that rate, filling him with fear and trembling. Stan grinning from ear to ear and chuckling as he fried a huge energy filled breakfast.
It was 12 when she appeared, clad in a dressing gown, and the trusty slippers, looking fit for another day`s combat. Stan uncomplainingly fried her, her usual 2 eggs on toast and supplying coffee, again outside.
The meal was interrupted by a visit from a neighbour, who wanted a favour, his dog looking after for a couple of days in the following week, Margarite hesitated, knowing the a****l and its size, but Stan quickly agreed, much to Jerry`s surprise. Her face saying that she knew Stan would have some ulterior motive.
The holiday, wore on the first four days a round of sight-seeing, castles ruins, the Great Orme by tram, meals out, sunbathing and swimming. Margarite stuck on his arm like a limpet, and each evening they would writhe like snakes, either on the floor, or in bed, Stan patient and plodding as always, doing the crossword as if his life depended on it, or on the laptop, never once even attempting to join them or comment or in anyway, intervene.
Sleep for Jerry was occasionally interrupted by Margarite, but when asked to slow down, she said she only had him here for a few days, she was jolly well going to enjoy it! By now Jerry had learnt to sleep whenever he could eat well and conserve his energy for the evenings, he was just about coping, but his luck ran out on the on the Saturday… as it rained.
The trip to the Saturday market was well underway when it began, it had been overcast and threatening all morning, so like a lot of others it was a case of essential`s and curtail the visit to a quick collection of veg, and some cleaning items, and before they knew it, they were ‘home’ and drying off.
Now not a boy to look the gift horse in the gob, but our boy was quaking in his shoes at the prospect of a day of sheer lust, he was barely surviving the evenings, with this sex siren that is Margarite, and Stan being no bloody help, even having gone onto a book stall to fetched a book of cross-words at the market, so Jerry expected there would be no relief there… However, to his great surprise it was Stan that saved his bacon! They all being soaked to the skin, when they arrived back, after they had dried off and put away the shopping. they sat over coffee in just dressing gowns, and facing a plate of fresh -cream buns and cups of steaming coffee at the dining table, his host suddenly said in a quiet voice that “look you two if you don’t mind, can I join in? I know `it’ don’t work, but my tongue, fingers and my mind do, and I`ve been patiently waiting this last few days for the novelty to wear off and you both to invite me to play too.” Jerry looked very relived and Margarite positively gushed that “they had thought he was not interested anymore, and that he was more than welcome, and she was sorry and…and…”
In answer he swung the laptop towards her, said “that she had said when she got to know Jerry better… “and to “let him see what a dirty minded girl you really are,” then he set off to the toilet, leaving them both gobsmacked!
She was sitting on the end of the bench seat and had Jerry trapped twix her and the wall, so concentrating on his éclair, he waited, as she put in her password and brought up her own profile, swinging the laptop towards him and taking their cups to refill them, leaving him to browse. He looked through her favourites, only before having been on there combined profile… well Stans profile really, it was a revelation.
Bondage, spanking, Bdsm, slavery even humiliation, it was all there, he was fascinated, never having imagined that this sensuous, gentle, if persistent lady, who now stood at the kettle re-boiling it, could harbour such fantasies… Stan returned muttering his warning “to give it some time before you go in there,” meaning the toilet! But it may have been into the profile…
She placed the refilled cups on the table and took her seat, “well?” she asked Jerry, “do you still want to play?” Stan explained that he had “known for some-time she wanted to `play’ but once a person is in bondage, well the other partner might get carried away and he would hate to over-do it and loose her or cause her harm hence he wanted a third -person to be present in case of the red-mist or whatever!”
Jerry said he “understood, but I would have thought that it was unlikely,” to which Stan then said, “I would just like to be sure, that’s all, especially these first few times, I would hate to hurt her, she`s my world!”
Margarite Reached out her hand to him, saying “she would put up with anything for you Stan, you know that” and “was not the idea to cause a little pain?” Margarites smile said a lot. Jerry pointed out that “Bdsm, even just the bondage needed at minimum some rope!” which brought out a smile from the older man who stood and from the hollow under his seat, pulled a bag of soft white cords, all neatly cut into handy lengths around 6feet and the ends spliced into either neat ends or in some cases, loops. She fingered these as he refitted the seat and sat down, he had obviously secretly planned ahead.
They drank the coffee, an expectant Margarite quietly removing her wristwatch, and her neckless presumably to save them from any damage, the atmosphere crackling with silent expectation, while, outside the k**s park was empty, and the rain beat a tattoo on the thin roof relentlessly.
Jerry realising someone needed to do something, took a length of the loop ended cord and taking her hand looped it round her nearest wrist. She shuddered, then stood, passively letting this visitor, her lover bind her wrists behind her, the game was on!
Once her wrists were secure, he took Stans usual seat, saying to Stan “she`s all yours, do your worse, I am going to enjoy watching her suffer, so just start with a spanking matey, that’s always a good place to begin, and she deserves it…” he was not k**ding, adding “then perhaps the ropes end, or a strap, oh and perhaps a gag if she`s noisy!” she shot him a look of pure venom, she knew Stan and that he didn’t need any prompting!
Her husband dragged her to the sofa and began with an over the knee hand spanking, spanking her arse, with what can only be described` gusto.’
Jerry enjoying the spectacle, watched her arse colour up through pink then red vivid and hot. Her body writhing and twitching as each blow fell, but her face, now that was a mask of a mixture of joy and fear in equal measures, knowing that with her hubby the genie was now really and truly out of the bottle!
Jerry threw his oppo a straight rope, Stan caught it and with the ropes end wrapped around his arm began to lay a short end of it across her red cheeks, stripes began to appear, 1, 2, 3, 4 it was soft rope, but oh boy it left a lovely mark, Jerry came to her head end, flopping his tool out, the purple shade having long gone, it was an obvious invite, tears flowing now, she took the thing into her mouth, a distraction she so needed, and that rope still striking , more gently now it`s true but enough to hurt, with every stroke induce a jerk that made her mouth an amazing receptacle for his stiff tool. She felt Stans cum wetting her belly, pump, pump, pump, it was her trigger, she began to cum, her jaws clamping on the hapless Jerry`s tool and causing him to wince, and grimace just as his balls emptied themselves on her tongue.
They all sagged, his tool falling free from what mercifully had been just a light nip, but he would remember some sort of bite obstruction another time, her unfeeling false teeth having left him with light marks on the poor old todger!
Stan helped her from his lap and undid the rope, so she could stand in front of the mirror holding her gown up to see the marks he had made, strangely proud of them, for him, it was a new experience. But for her, well, she had not been spanked since she was a girl. Her old dad had loved discipline, and it had awoken memories long undisturbed. she smiled, remembering how her mum had always watched every bare bummed spanking, sending her to bed as soon as she knew the signs were that her dad was excited, no doubt then taking advantage of him and her daughters misdemeanours, as a starter to fuel their own passions. She could understand now with hindsight but had been an innocent back then. She was roused from her reverie, by Jerry running his hand over her warm backside, a soothing gentle hand, that felt cool against her skin.
Before bedtime, she was again bound, and sent to her bed secured, and for the first time since arriving Jerry slept the whole night through. However, at dawn next day she managed to wake him, her bladder bursting, expecting him to release her, but no such luck! Instead he released her ankles, then allowed her to stagger to the toilet, opening the doors for her, fortunately naked body, to relieve itself. Toileting himself too he returned to the bed, covering her body over and returning to his sleep rapidly.
The noise and smell of breakfast being prepared, found the bed empty and cold and his secured bedfellow still sat with her hands tied tight behind her, on the sofa, while Stan was cooking. He released her at least for breakfast, she saying that the overnight bondage had been awkward, but erotic, though her arse was still a bit tender.
The day being bright and warm the decided to go and visit Snowdon, somewhere Jerry had never been before, they did the whole visitor thing, up the rack railway, round the slate museum, a trip on the lake and a ride on the lakeside railway to finish all arriving tired back at The Bridge pub to save cooking, followed by a drink or two to finish a great day, it had them home, tired but well satisfied at 9 that night. Sex that evening was simple and satisfying, stan working his tongue till his wife was well happy and Jerry cheerfully keeping the ball in the air as he took Margarite to bed, for 40 minutes of sheer joy, followed by a deep and satisfying sleep.
The dog, a great dane, arrived after breakfast, Stan making a lot of fuss over the a****l, one Napoleon Wells of Aerial the second… known to all as Nap!
Nap made his owners, Bob and Alice, a whole lot of cash at stud, they were off to Telford for a funeral, and would be back next day. To occupy that great lump of an a****l they took him on Towyn beach, with his favourite ball playing fetch for an hour or two till he showed signs of tiring, then they returned home. Stan being Stan suggested time for Jerry was running out for both he and that great lump of a dog were both going home next day. So, they had yet another bondage session she being was bound once more! She fell for it, or perhaps complied willingly, we shall never know. Ssoon having her arms secured and her naked body laid and secured to the coffee table, her knees on the floor, while Stan was giving her yet another spanking. and Jerry benefitted by yet another blow job humiliatingly this time having popped out her teeth as a precaution! It was then that devious Stan called the dog, saying he had always fancied watching K9 sex, Nap began by first licking the unhappy ladies sex, then her face pushing Jerry to one side as he did, Jerry in fact thought to shoo the a****l from Margarite, but it was hopeless and the warning growl from the sire, defending his bitch, was enough to have him next to Stan watching from the sofa as then the a****l finally clambered onto her back and ramming his massive lipstick deep into her body! the sex as such didn’t last long though the knot that appeared was something special, her cry as the thing engaged was pitiful, her body feeling as though she was being stretched and split. Stan suggesting” as soon as they separate get yourself in there boy, it may be your last chance today!” Margarite had by that time abandoned hope, her insides filling with the hottest juice it had ever had, and her channel blocked with the biggest ball she could imagine. Time stood still, then Nap swung himself round, stepping over her body, to stand tail to spanked backside for a while, much to her relief, a 6 stone dog laying on your body like a dead- weight being not the most comfortable. Though the rotating ball was not the most comfortable either as he moved!
The a****l now tried to simply walk-away, dragging her and the coffee table as if they were a short trailer that screamed, on the second time he managed to dislodge himself, striding away under the dining table to clean himself, his bitch forgotten.
Jerry heading his friends advice leapt to take the a****ls place, she hardly noticed, so reamed out was she and her body so full of hot doggy seed that his small donation was hardly noticeable, though he did his best. Stan by now had fetched towels to absorb the quantity of seed that dribbled from his wife as Jerry withdrew, they released her, she saying little Just slipping her teeth in, as holding one of the towels twix her legs she made her way to the shower bow legged and without comment.
The men cleaned up, and expecting fireworks, before she reappeared, this time with an old dressing gown round her body, and again without comment she sat gently on the long sofa once more. “You, old bastard, you planned that!” it was little point denying it
Stan grinned, “Yes, my sweet, I did, it was one of my fantasies, and I knew you wouldn’t go for it otherwise!” he seemed unrepentant! She began to smile, her apparent annoyance obviously a sham, she began to laugh at their discomfort, saying that “she had never been so filled and that it had been way beyond anything she had previously enjoyed!” She kissed Jerry and said that “she was sorry, but she had not felt him after that big boy!” laughing now the men cooked the meal for the lady Stan asking, “was in too much discomfort” her reply that” they ought think about a dog of their own,” receiving wide grins.
He slept with her that night, as he had the whole holiday, Stan sharing his room with the dog, who it turned out was scared of the dark. Next day the bike not fitting in their car, Jerry slipping away riding his bike to the station, just after breakfast, there entreaties to return ringing in his ears, it had been a very memorable holiday.