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He needn`t have worried, she had been sitting on the bench waiting for the rest of the passenger to evaporate, expecting, like natural selection that ‘her stud of the week’ would be the last remnant, the last, very lost looking soul. She advanced towards him a rare beauty dripping sex from every pore a tall blonde, with an hourglass figure all legs and tits, with a smile like a dream!
Gerald could not believe his eyes, she was a stunner, and knowing his mate Ernest as he did, he had suspected that he had been exaggerating, but no, he pinched himself, hoping to wake himself from this now brilliant dream! She asked his name, and he stuttered in reply, “erm… Gerald, I, I, I`m Gerald.” She excepted the flowers gracefully, then ushered him to a small red sports car, little was said he being a bit stunned at his luck. He still did not know any more than her name, but she handled the car superbly. She turned into a tree lined avenue, a sign flashed past and he read the address, of the private lane ‘Ern`s kennel lane’ he grinned, as she turned into the drive of a remote cottage set in a pretty garden. Ernest`s strange sense of humour shone out from the house nameplate, No1 Lettice B Avenue!
She led him into a lovely kitchen all polished oak and leaded windows, not a thing out of place and the smell of a cottage pie wafting round the room like some lovely perfume. It was so different to the place he usually called home and the woman that he knew his mate Ernest was now ‘enduring’, oh sorry, settling himself into, he had to chuckle!
She poured him a cold beer and they sat at the table the lovely meal cooked to perfection and served neatly if eaten late. This could not be happening, it was some sort of illusion, a dream, he would soon be awakening…
Truth be told, they were both a little shy, she probably less so being on her home turf, and a more dominant character anyway, it was she who started the ball rolling. “Look Gerry, your here for a week I am told, so we had best introduce ourselves and our preferences, My little shit of a husband said it`s, ‘an office get to know your colleague scheme’, but till now I had never heard of a Gerry, in his ramblings!”
Incensed, our man said, “I am Gerald, never Gerry! I work down a floor from Ernest, basically he is my boss, but we drink together on Friday nights and share a train to and from Ashford on a daily basis, oh and we have done so these couple of years, he`s always boasting about your looks, but that is all I know about you, though what I have seen is sexually most attractive and I hope I can live up to your needs!”
She apologised about the name business, then said, “I am Cassy, I am married to a bit of a wimp, though he is loving and kind in his own strange way, I am his Mistress, I control him from his entry to this cottage till he leaves, it is our way!” she let that sink in then said, “He turns a blind eye to my lovers, few of which I hasten to add have ever had me in our own marital bed, so you’re a lucky boy… to share my bed is a privilege usually earnt over months, you however haven’t the time! Then she added, “I am barren by the way, sadly I can’t have k**s so whatever we do is pregnancy-safe!”
He sat a moment taking in what she said then answered, “In my home life, which is nothing like this, my wife Mary is the sub, she reluctantly does just what I tell her, and I have grown to hate being master, I am short and overweight, any fool can see that, and for years I have hated having to take control of my Mary, a big stiff woman who should be able to stand on her own two feet!” He paused, took breath, then exclaimed, “The dammed woman runs her own small holding, it’s become her hobby, which I have little to do with, and she keeps the local butcher in eggs and the occasional lamb, to make ends meet, so she should be a more bloody assertive person, but I think she likes being dominated, and it has become our way of life!”
By now she was smiling, he went on, “Look, Cassy, for this week and this week only, I am having a sexual holiday, obviously I am here to enjoy you, and I hope you enjoy me, I am normally the dominant one, and if we clash, well… if that’s a problem say so and I will go find a hotel in the morning… until then, can we go to your bed, and see if we are compatible…please!”
She said not a word, stood switched out the light and soundlessly led him by the hand to the hall and then upstairs to the master bedroom, where in the soft light from a bedside lamp and still without a word she began removing his clothing tie first! He in turn not to be outdone began undoing her blouse, her eyes laughing as his over-familiar hands fumbled with the various bits of clothing until she stood in stockings bra and panties all in a striking purple trimmed with white lace. She knelt before him and undid his trousers, revealing black ‘y’ fronts, showing to her surprise a goodly tent. She looked up at him, then without breaking eye contact slid down the underpants. Her eyes dropped to his tool and rounding considerably, he was no Adonis this short stubby man that was a certainty but at nine and a bit inches of circumsized good solid meat, he was very acceptable, at least it looked that way, but the proof of the pudding…it all of course depended on if he could use it as well as it looked!
To speed the plough, she shed her remaining clothes herself, revealing an hourglass figure, the like of which he had not seen in the flesh in an awfully long while, except in movies! (if ever at all) In a trance he tore off his shirt and socks and together they rolled onto the soft but welcoming bed, all thoughts of Mary, and her lover having been blanketed by this blissful moment!
Their lips met, and his hands found her perfect, but natural breasts, 36d`s if an inch, nipples like walnut whips, her hot lips and her clawing hands soon telling him he would not be going to any hotel room on the morrow!
Twice more they came together that night, three massive explosions of lust, blowing their minds, and cementing the relationship like old lovers. Then exhaustion overtook them, his balls empty her body full!
A late start for Saturday, the sun streaming in through the leaded window, waking him, he lay on his left side peering at her beside him still asleep, an angelic look on her face, her blond hair d****d over the pillow golden in the sunlight, her magnificent breasts flattened to her chest, the sheet covering her used body from the waist. He needed to pee, he slid from the bed a silently as he could anxious not to wake this charming woman, this illusion, this wonderful dream from whom he expected to awake in a moment.
On the landing he checked the doors finding a spare bedroom, and a box-room before finding the bathroom. Having relieved himself he retrieved his trousers, then went to the kitchen to retrieve his holdall, donning jean`s, and a tea shirt rather than the business suit trousers he had travelled in yesterday.
He made tea, just for himself, he knew so little about the woman upstairs he had no idea if she drank tea, or coffee in the mornings, outside the back door a garden beckoned, warm sunlight, a bench, a tidy sheltered garden, he went out and sat on the swing-seat, it was a peaceful haven, birds singing, sheep in a nearby field bleating, like it or not it was a perfect iddle, an unbelievable dream. He sipped his drink, and for the first time thought of Mary, his Mary…and his mate Ernest, a smile slid across his face, thinking of the shock his co-conspirator must have had when he saw Mary and the state of that bungalow…
She, the adorable Cassy appeared at his elbow, dressed in a thin white nightdress, golden tresses un-brushed, she leant down and kissed him… perhaps it was no dream after all her lips hot and very real. He pulled her onto his lap arms enfolding her, her laugh like silver on the morning air, her arms welcoming him to her soft body. she whispered, “what time is it?” checking his slim wristwatch. he said, “Ten!” to his surprise she whispered, “We have just an hour, take me here, out here on my husband`s perfect lawn, amongst his pride and joy roses, use me like the whore I am, ravage me, teach me a lesson…!”
He glanced around, as if to look for prying eyes, neighbours, or the like, but his eyes met no other human life, just sheep, crows, and collared doves…
Throwing her to the floor and tearing her thin night attire from her perfect body, he unzipped his Jeans and took her without any foreplay, it was rough, it was brutal and it was just what they both needed, he knew it was symbolic, it was his last hurrah, she would make him pay for this and they both knew it!
After they had returned to this world, she said with a grin that if he “fucked like that all the time he was here she would be reluctant to lose him to the 0547 train on Monday…!” little did she know that not only would she not be taking him next Monday…it would not happen for a number of Mondays to come, not from wanting to retain his services but from being locked-down!
Dressed now they sat in the kitchen awaiting the postman, one Herbie, who like a metronome appeared at the back door prompt at 11 as was his normal routine, she had brewed tea and cut a generous slice of her home made cake for them all, served to the garden table. After the usual greeting, where she introduced Gerald as her cousin, they sat and over the tea discussed the local news…well gossip really, Gerald having noticed the crestfallen look when Herbie saw she had company.
Amongst tittle-tattle about Mrs Westbury`s daughter, being pregnant by the Willis lad and the price old Pennyworth got for that tatty old van that had stood for years in his garage, that he now had sold `for preservation’ he mentioning this virus business, that was sweeping the continent! Oh yes they had heard of it, but was it not just like flu, it was doubtful if it would ever reach these shores, us being British stiff upper lip and all that…and anyway…the good old NHS would soon sort it.
The tea over, Herbie departed, saying he would see her on Monday, and it was nice to have met Gerald, the little van buzzing away intent on its next delivery.
“Screws you then our Herbie?” she coloured up considerably, “erm yes well, it has been known, he`s got a lot going for him that old lad, Ernest doesn’t know of course but, well what he doesn’t know won`t hurt him will it…please!”
He laughed, “No I won`t tell him, but is there anymore I, or that hubby yours, don’t know about?”
She blushed, “well not as regular as Herbie, but well it has been known, I sort of get bored sometimes…!”
“Has he no idea?” she grinned, then said, “well the occasional hicky on my tits or neck does tell him when, as he has this thing about sharing me, always has had, hence you’re here, it turns him on, though he never mentions it, and neither do I, I just accept whoever he brings home!”
“It`s happened before then? he asked. “oh yes, twice, the first time a couple of years ago, and the second about 6 months ago, both times for a weekend, the first time he swapped me with a sadist but that time he stayed here at home and the second again like you, swapped for a weekend!”
He looked shocked then said, “do I know the men involved?”
Her answer was that, “the first was a chap from his old firm, so I doubt it, it was when he was after promotion, but you might know the second one, his name was Dave Diamond, from accounts…!” he did and he grinned. She reached into a sideboard and withdrew an album, “would you like to see the pictures?” she placed the big album on the table, and they sat, to peruse the rather graphic and well-thumbed pages.
“The first set were taken” she said, “by my Ernest, as I was used, the second lot he took on the Monday night of the marks I was left with… just hickies but Ernest loves them says it proves I have been used” She flipped the pages 6 or7 into the album to pictures of her throat, and a breast both well marked, which indeed someone had been passionate with… she flipped the pages back. These were vastly different, the first showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a beam, the man stood behind her, pinching her nipples hard and she was obviously enjoying the sensation! She turned the page, still hung flat footed by her wrists, fully naked and in the same room, he was pulling her labia apart and her head was flung backwards in a scream. The next few pictures were variations of her discomfort, him bighting her throat, chewing on her nipples, her labia, and her inner thighs each leaving hickies or teeth-marks. Some showing her face each, of those with a look of contentment rather than horror or pain.
On the next three pages the man was whipping her, these had a look of pained enjoyment, and he noticed that she dropped her hand to her crutch as she looked at each of the pictures, a distant look of one that was enjoying a great memory.
She turned the last pages, on which firstly there was three pictures of her over the kitchen table they were now sat at, the first, taken from the side, was the man having her analy his mighty tool, stiff as a ramrod only half engaged, and she was screaming, mouth open in very real pain. The second from her head showing her face, mouth open and again screaming in abject pain. The third of her spit roast style, Ernest`s tool in her mouth though how he had taken it remains a mystery… perhaps a timer… the look on her face one of terror. She said with a grin, “I was scared of clamping down on his meat…!”
He flipped through the rest of the album, two more pages each of just her proudly displaying her marks presumably after ‘he’ had left. These were the only pictures in the book, the other three pages were blank. She grinned and said, the camera is over there, perhaps we can add a few to fill it up… his grin broadened, “you want pain then or just sex?”
She smiled her face like a sunbeam, then she said, “that master is very much up to you,” his errection was instant and very prominent.
During that Saturday he had her on the table, over the sofa arm, on the floor, on the bed and overnight three times more in the bed, they slept in on Sunday morning, until that persistent telephone call from Ernest that changed everything… a rapid “I will call you back soon” and a watch of the television while ringing old Jennings his immediate boss confirmed that they had no need to get up early again in the foreseeable future… They were locked down, and in the case of the four swappers, locked down with their opposing partners…
Mr Jennings had been talking to his boss, and they had come to the conclusion perhaps for the 10 days it was predicted to last, that ‘the heads of departments’ would hold a conference call on skype, every weekday members of each department would hold theirs at 2pm and all folk would ‘work from home. it was not a good solution, but it was the best they could come up with quickly. He rang Ernest and the other three folks in his section, and the long weekend suddenly stretched away into the distance as a prolonged holiday…
He needn`t have worried, she had been sitting on the bench waiting for the rest of the passenger to evaporate, expecting, like natural selection that ‘her stud of the week’ would be the last remnant, the last, very lost looking soul. She advanced towards him a rare beauty dripping sex from every pore a tall blonde, with an hourglass figure all legs and tits, with a smile like a dream!
Gerald could not believe his eyes, she was a stunner, and knowing his mate Ernest as he did, he had suspected that he had been exaggerating, but no, he pinched himself, hoping to wake himself from this now brilliant dream! She asked his name, and he stuttered in reply, “erm… Gerald, I, I, I`m Gerald.” She excepted the flowers gracefully, then ushered him to a small red sports car, little was said he being a bit stunned at his luck. He still did not know any more than her name, but she handled the car superbly. She turned into a tree lined avenue, a sign flashed past and he read the address, of the private lane ‘Ern`s kennel lane’ he grinned, as she turned into the drive of a remote cottage set in a pretty garden. Ernest`s strange sense of humour shone out from the house nameplate, No1 Lettice B Avenue!
She led him into a lovely kitchen all polished oak and leaded windows, not a thing out of place and the smell of a cottage pie wafting round the room like some lovely perfume. It was so different to the place he usually called home and the woman that he knew his mate Ernest was now ‘enduring’, oh sorry, settling himself into, he had to chuckle!
She poured him a cold beer and they sat at the table the lovely meal cooked to perfection and served neatly if eaten late. This could not be happening, it was some sort of illusion, a dream, he would soon be awakening…
Truth be told, they were both a little shy, she probably less so being on her home turf, and a more dominant character anyway, it was she who started the ball rolling. “Look Gerry, your here for a week I am told, so we had best introduce ourselves and our preferences, My little shit of a husband said it`s, ‘an office get to know your colleague scheme’, but till now I had never heard of a Gerry, in his ramblings!”
Incensed, our man said, “I am Gerald, never Gerry! I work down a floor from Ernest, basically he is my boss, but we drink together on Friday nights and share a train to and from Ashford on a daily basis, oh and we have done so these couple of years, he`s always boasting about your looks, but that is all I know about you, though what I have seen is sexually most attractive and I hope I can live up to your needs!”
She apologised about the name business, then said, “I am Cassy, I am married to a bit of a wimp, though he is loving and kind in his own strange way, I am his Mistress, I control him from his entry to this cottage till he leaves, it is our way!” she let that sink in then said, “He turns a blind eye to my lovers, few of which I hasten to add have ever had me in our own marital bed, so you’re a lucky boy… to share my bed is a privilege usually earnt over months, you however haven’t the time! Then she added, “I am barren by the way, sadly I can’t have k**s so whatever we do is pregnancy-safe!”
He sat a moment taking in what she said then answered, “In my home life, which is nothing like this, my wife Mary is the sub, she reluctantly does just what I tell her, and I have grown to hate being master, I am short and overweight, any fool can see that, and for years I have hated having to take control of my Mary, a big stiff woman who should be able to stand on her own two feet!” He paused, took breath, then exclaimed, “The dammed woman runs her own small holding, it’s become her hobby, which I have little to do with, and she keeps the local butcher in eggs and the occasional lamb, to make ends meet, so she should be a more bloody assertive person, but I think she likes being dominated, and it has become our way of life!”
By now she was smiling, he went on, “Look, Cassy, for this week and this week only, I am having a sexual holiday, obviously I am here to enjoy you, and I hope you enjoy me, I am normally the dominant one, and if we clash, well… if that’s a problem say so and I will go find a hotel in the morning… until then, can we go to your bed, and see if we are compatible…please!”
She said not a word, stood switched out the light and soundlessly led him by the hand to the hall and then upstairs to the master bedroom, where in the soft light from a bedside lamp and still without a word she began removing his clothing tie first! He in turn not to be outdone began undoing her blouse, her eyes laughing as his over-familiar hands fumbled with the various bits of clothing until she stood in stockings bra and panties all in a striking purple trimmed with white lace. She knelt before him and undid his trousers, revealing black ‘y’ fronts, showing to her surprise a goodly tent. She looked up at him, then without breaking eye contact slid down the underpants. Her eyes dropped to his tool and rounding considerably, he was no Adonis this short stubby man that was a certainty but at nine and a bit inches of circumsized good solid meat, he was very acceptable, at least it looked that way, but the proof of the pudding…it all of course depended on if he could use it as well as it looked!
To speed the plough, she shed her remaining clothes herself, revealing an hourglass figure, the like of which he had not seen in the flesh in an awfully long while, except in movies! (if ever at all) In a trance he tore off his shirt and socks and together they rolled onto the soft but welcoming bed, all thoughts of Mary, and her lover having been blanketed by this blissful moment!
Their lips met, and his hands found her perfect, but natural breasts, 36d`s if an inch, nipples like walnut whips, her hot lips and her clawing hands soon telling him he would not be going to any hotel room on the morrow!
Twice more they came together that night, three massive explosions of lust, blowing their minds, and cementing the relationship like old lovers. Then exhaustion overtook them, his balls empty her body full!
A late start for Saturday, the sun streaming in through the leaded window, waking him, he lay on his left side peering at her beside him still asleep, an angelic look on her face, her blond hair d****d over the pillow golden in the sunlight, her magnificent breasts flattened to her chest, the sheet covering her used body from the waist. He needed to pee, he slid from the bed a silently as he could anxious not to wake this charming woman, this illusion, this wonderful dream from whom he expected to awake in a moment.
On the landing he checked the doors finding a spare bedroom, and a box-room before finding the bathroom. Having relieved himself he retrieved his trousers, then went to the kitchen to retrieve his holdall, donning jean`s, and a tea shirt rather than the business suit trousers he had travelled in yesterday.
He made tea, just for himself, he knew so little about the woman upstairs he had no idea if she drank tea, or coffee in the mornings, outside the back door a garden beckoned, warm sunlight, a bench, a tidy sheltered garden, he went out and sat on the swing-seat, it was a peaceful haven, birds singing, sheep in a nearby field bleating, like it or not it was a perfect iddle, an unbelievable dream. He sipped his drink, and for the first time thought of Mary, his Mary…and his mate Ernest, a smile slid across his face, thinking of the shock his co-conspirator must have had when he saw Mary and the state of that bungalow…
She, the adorable Cassy appeared at his elbow, dressed in a thin white nightdress, golden tresses un-brushed, she leant down and kissed him… perhaps it was no dream after all her lips hot and very real. He pulled her onto his lap arms enfolding her, her laugh like silver on the morning air, her arms welcoming him to her soft body. she whispered, “what time is it?” checking his slim wristwatch. he said, “Ten!” to his surprise she whispered, “We have just an hour, take me here, out here on my husband`s perfect lawn, amongst his pride and joy roses, use me like the whore I am, ravage me, teach me a lesson…!”
He glanced around, as if to look for prying eyes, neighbours, or the like, but his eyes met no other human life, just sheep, crows, and collared doves…
Throwing her to the floor and tearing her thin night attire from her perfect body, he unzipped his Jeans and took her without any foreplay, it was rough, it was brutal and it was just what they both needed, he knew it was symbolic, it was his last hurrah, she would make him pay for this and they both knew it!
After they had returned to this world, she said with a grin that if he “fucked like that all the time he was here she would be reluctant to lose him to the 0547 train on Monday…!” little did she know that not only would she not be taking him next Monday…it would not happen for a number of Mondays to come, not from wanting to retain his services but from being locked-down!
Dressed now they sat in the kitchen awaiting the postman, one Herbie, who like a metronome appeared at the back door prompt at 11 as was his normal routine, she had brewed tea and cut a generous slice of her home made cake for them all, served to the garden table. After the usual greeting, where she introduced Gerald as her cousin, they sat and over the tea discussed the local news…well gossip really, Gerald having noticed the crestfallen look when Herbie saw she had company.
Amongst tittle-tattle about Mrs Westbury`s daughter, being pregnant by the Willis lad and the price old Pennyworth got for that tatty old van that had stood for years in his garage, that he now had sold `for preservation’ he mentioning this virus business, that was sweeping the continent! Oh yes they had heard of it, but was it not just like flu, it was doubtful if it would ever reach these shores, us being British stiff upper lip and all that…and anyway…the good old NHS would soon sort it.
The tea over, Herbie departed, saying he would see her on Monday, and it was nice to have met Gerald, the little van buzzing away intent on its next delivery.
“Screws you then our Herbie?” she coloured up considerably, “erm yes well, it has been known, he`s got a lot going for him that old lad, Ernest doesn’t know of course but, well what he doesn’t know won`t hurt him will it…please!”
He laughed, “No I won`t tell him, but is there anymore I, or that hubby yours, don’t know about?”
She blushed, “well not as regular as Herbie, but well it has been known, I sort of get bored sometimes…!”
“Has he no idea?” she grinned, then said, “well the occasional hicky on my tits or neck does tell him when, as he has this thing about sharing me, always has had, hence you’re here, it turns him on, though he never mentions it, and neither do I, I just accept whoever he brings home!”
“It`s happened before then? he asked. “oh yes, twice, the first time a couple of years ago, and the second about 6 months ago, both times for a weekend, the first time he swapped me with a sadist but that time he stayed here at home and the second again like you, swapped for a weekend!”
He looked shocked then said, “do I know the men involved?”
Her answer was that, “the first was a chap from his old firm, so I doubt it, it was when he was after promotion, but you might know the second one, his name was Dave Diamond, from accounts…!” he did and he grinned. She reached into a sideboard and withdrew an album, “would you like to see the pictures?” she placed the big album on the table, and they sat, to peruse the rather graphic and well-thumbed pages.
“The first set were taken” she said, “by my Ernest, as I was used, the second lot he took on the Monday night of the marks I was left with… just hickies but Ernest loves them says it proves I have been used” She flipped the pages 6 or7 into the album to pictures of her throat, and a breast both well marked, which indeed someone had been passionate with… she flipped the pages back. These were vastly different, the first showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a beam, the man stood behind her, pinching her nipples hard and she was obviously enjoying the sensation! She turned the page, still hung flat footed by her wrists, fully naked and in the same room, he was pulling her labia apart and her head was flung backwards in a scream. The next few pictures were variations of her discomfort, him bighting her throat, chewing on her nipples, her labia, and her inner thighs each leaving hickies or teeth-marks. Some showing her face each, of those with a look of contentment rather than horror or pain.
On the next three pages the man was whipping her, these had a look of pained enjoyment, and he noticed that she dropped her hand to her crutch as she looked at each of the pictures, a distant look of one that was enjoying a great memory.
She turned the last pages, on which firstly there was three pictures of her over the kitchen table they were now sat at, the first, taken from the side, was the man having her analy his mighty tool, stiff as a ramrod only half engaged, and she was screaming, mouth open in very real pain. The second from her head showing her face, mouth open and again screaming in abject pain. The third of her spit roast style, Ernest`s tool in her mouth though how he had taken it remains a mystery… perhaps a timer… the look on her face one of terror. She said with a grin, “I was scared of clamping down on his meat…!”
He flipped through the rest of the album, two more pages each of just her proudly displaying her marks presumably after ‘he’ had left. These were the only pictures in the book, the other three pages were blank. She grinned and said, the camera is over there, perhaps we can add a few to fill it up… his grin broadened, “you want pain then or just sex?”
She smiled her face like a sunbeam, then she said, “that master is very much up to you,” his errection was instant and very prominent.
During that Saturday he had her on the table, over the sofa arm, on the floor, on the bed and overnight three times more in the bed, they slept in on Sunday morning, until that persistent telephone call from Ernest that changed everything… a rapid “I will call you back soon” and a watch of the television while ringing old Jennings his immediate boss confirmed that they had no need to get up early again in the foreseeable future… They were locked down, and in the case of the four swappers, locked down with their opposing partners…
Mr Jennings had been talking to his boss, and they had come to the conclusion perhaps for the 10 days it was predicted to last, that ‘the heads of departments’ would hold a conference call on skype, every weekday members of each department would hold theirs at 2pm and all folk would ‘work from home. it was not a good solution, but it was the best they could come up with quickly. He rang Ernest and the other three folks in his section, and the long weekend suddenly stretched away into the distance as a prolonged holiday…
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