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Whether it was the sound of the traffic outside, or the humidity of the night, or maybe the strange, slightly uncomfortable bed, I lay there in that semi-slumbering state of consciousness while my mind became slowly aware of a woman in the next room making quiet whimpering sounds. In a rush, I remembered where I was. At Amy and Jeff’s in London.

Instantly I was wide awake, my ears pricked, straining to interpret what I was hearing. Immediately, I made the assumption that it was Amy and Jeff having some early morning sex, but it couldn’t be. I’d gone to bed in the knowledge that Jeff was leaving around 4 AM to catch a 6 AM flight to Stockholm.

The whimpering didn’t get any louder, but was metronomically regular, until suddenly there was a brief silence, just for a few seconds, and then a gasp, followed by a muffled groan. 

Amy had been masturbating, it was the only explanation. 

A few minutes later, I heard the loo flush in her bedroom en-suite, and then there was only the noise of the traffic, gradually increasing as rush hour approached.

Amy was an old uni friend of mum's. I’d met her several times over the years, when she’d come to visit, usually just to have a break away from urban life in London. We lived in the heart of the country, not far from Bristol. 

I’d wanted to visit several museums in preparation for my university course starting in September, Amy and Jeff had offered to put me up for three or four days, and as mum couldn’t get time off work, I was really getting my first opportunity to be free, and explore the big city on my own.

Jeff worked for an engineering company that was partly in Swedish ownership and so he often visited Stockholm on business. At short notice he’d been called over to fix a design problem so although I’d arrived the previous evening, he was saying goodbye, and asking me to ‘look after’ Amy while he was gone. 

Amy, a woman in her late forties, was superbly sexy. Whenever she and Jeff had visited over the years, I thought she was so funny, so likable, and as I became a teenager she became even more attractive in a teenage fantasy sort of way. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed, with a slim waist, and perfectly formed breasts. Whenever she wore jeans, they always seemed to fit tightly over her buttocks. So much so that I began to very consciously not look at her ass. On one occasion mum had noticed me looking, and she caught my eye, whereupon I blushed heavily. She knew exactly what I was thinking, but didn’t actually say anything.

I must have drifted back to sleep so when I heard the mug of tea placed on the bedside table close to my head, I half opened my eyes. 

Amy was leaning over me, and straightaway my nostrils were filled with her perfume. She was still wearing a t-shirt and loose pyjama bottoms.

“Just brought you a mug of tea, Timmy. I wasn’t sure how long you wanted to sleep in?”

As she stood up and went to leave I replied, “Please call me Tim, it sounds as though I’m still about nine years old.”

Amy chuckled, “Ok… TIM!… I can see you’ve grown up!” 

I could see her smirking as she turned to leave, with me realising that I was lying there, with the duvet thrown off me, and an early morning erection holding the fabric of my boxers up like a tent.

She’d disappeared before I could cover myself, but she yelled back, “If you want a shower, use my en-suite, the bathroom shower’s not working properly. I’ll be downstairs having breakfast, I won’t interrupt you!”

It was as though she knew I must have wanted to masturbate. Guiltily I called back, “Thank you.”

As it happened I just showered without any ‘relief,’ but when I was dressed and joined Amy in the kitchen I was hugely embarrassed by the knowing look she gave me.

“So where are you going today?”

Thankfully the conversation circled around the two or three museums I would visit in Kensington, and the best way of getting there by tube.

“Jeff’s not gonna be around tonight, I thought we’d get a takeaway. There’s a brilliant Chinese just up in the high street?”

“Great, yes,” I replied, “I’d love that, when’s he getting back?”

Amy raised her eyebrows, as though she was slightly miffed, and stood up to clear the dishes away.

“It looks like he’s got to be there until the end of the week.”

I tried not to look at the shape of her ass moving under the thin cotton of her pyjamas, as she bent over the dishwasher.

“I’m glad in a way, I need some time to myself, things to do you know.”

As she turned she must have seen me staring, but didn’t say anything. I felt my face go hot, and in a few flustered words I muttered that I must “get going”.

Facing me and looking absolutely delicious, she made sure I knew what to do when I left. “Ok, I’m going up to shower now, when you leave, just make sure you slam the front door, it’s heavy, and needs a good push.” 

Before going upstairs she paused, kissing me on the cheek, lightly hugging me, but close enough for me to feel her loose breasts beneath the t-shirt.

“Have a good day, you’ve got my mobile number, call me if there’s a problem.”

I stood there as she disappeared, and breathed in her perfume. Amy was so, so sexy.

The thrill of being on the streets of London for a rural lad like me was intoxicating. The noise, the bustle, the constantly changing scenes. I spent the morning in the V and A, and after having a sandwich in the cafe, I had several hours in the Natural History Museum in the afternoon. Taking the tube back I wondered what it would be like to work in this atmosphere all year round, I realised why Amy and Jeff wanted their breaks in the countryside when they visited mum and I.

“Good day?” Amy asked as I dropped my backpack on the hall floor, “You want a beer?”

I was hot, and thirsty, and instantly said, “Please, I’d love one.”

It was 5.30 PM and as Amy flipped off the cap of a Budweiser, and passed it to me, she was already sipping a glass of Sauvignon.

“I shouldn’t really be drinking this early, but to hell with it. Jeff’s not here to nag me, we can please ourselves can’t we, Timmy?”

“TIM! please!” I smiled, and Amy squeezed my arm as she apologised. 

“Ok… TIM!… now do you want a shower before we choose our takeaway? I’ve left a towel on my bed.”

I accepted the offer, and said that I’d only be fifteen minutes or so. 

“That’s ok, you take your time, you need to enjoy it after a long day.”

The sentence seemed to hang in the air like an innuendo, I was wondering if my inner fantasies about Amy were skewing my thought processes. 

Again I resisted the temptation to ‘play’ in the shower, and briefly spoke to mum on the phone telling her about my day, before going back downstairs wearing much cooler shorts and t-shirt.

“My word, muscular legs!” Amy looked me up and down. I was trying not to take in her body as well as she was dressed in a shortish summer skirt, and a loose cotton blouse.

Again I blushed, and just as I was about to reply she burst out laughing.

“Oh I’m sorry, Tim, I do tease men a lot, I must break the habit, and I forget you’re only ‘just’ a man. Eighteen-year-olds should stay away from frustrated middle-aged women like me.”

She held my gaze waiting for a reaction.

“Ummmm… you don’t look middle-aged to me.” My tentative words seemed clumsy, but apparently pleased her.

“Ohhhhh Timothy! come here, you’re so delicious.”

Putting down her glass, in an instant I was hugged, held close, and given another kiss on the cheek. Her perfume filled me up once again, and stepping back she refilled her glass continuing, “I really shouldn’t, but why not. Shall we order, it’ll probably take half an hour to be delivered?”

We sat at the breakfast bar and ordered far too much, I was totally relaxed, and the conversation flowed, so by the time the food arrived I was on my third bottle of beer.

As we ate we chatted about her visits to us, my growing up, things that had happened, but not so much about her life. Whenever we broached the subject Amy seemed to twist the conversation away, and back to me and mum.

By halfway though the evening when we’d moved to the lounge, Jeff phoned. Amy walked back into the kitchen, and I only heard part of the conversation. It seemed to get rather heated, and Amy appeared to get very angry. Various names were mentioned, and I assumed they were work colleagues of Jeff’s. After about fifteen minutes it calmed down, with her eventually reappearing.

“Everything alright?” I questioned, trying not to appear ‘nosey.’

She flopped down beside me on the sofa, and burst into tears.

“Hey, what’s up?” 

Amy flung her arms around me, sobbing into my shoulder. “Oh I’m sorry, Tim, it’s just me and Jeff, we’re not getting on at the moment, I think he’s probably having an affair.”

“What makes you think that?”

She raised her head, looking up at me, “It’s someone he works with, her name’s Elin, not much older than you, I just know it!”

“So you haven’t any real evidence, you just suspect?”

“I suppose so, but we haven’t had sex in weeks, we don’t seem to connect anymore, we just argue.”

I wiped away some tears from her cheeks with a finger. I felt slightly embarrassed talking about my mum’s friend’s sex life. She looked so sad, so helpless, and I found those little wrinkles at the corner of each eye so fascinating. I was drawn in, and when she looked up, Amy seemed to be studying my face too. Almost imperceptibly the gap between our faces closed, and our lips met. The kiss was gentle, tender, like a butterfly, then a brief pause, and a more insistent kiss. 

“God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Tim, I shouldn’t have… please forgive me. Oh my god, what am I doing?”

In a panic, Amy jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs. I really didn’t know what to do, or how to react. I had no chance to say anything, all I could hear was her sobbing. 

I crept to the doorway, and could hear her in her bedroom. I sat on the bottom stair wondering what I should do. 

Gradually it seemed to quieten, and looking at my phone I could see that it was now quite late. I decided to go to bed, and hoped that everything would have calmed down in the morning. 

As I tiptoed past Amy’s bedroom door a floorboard creaked, and I heard her call out.

“I’m sorry, Tim, you don’t need this, I’m sorry I kissed you, it was wrong.”

I stopped in mid-step outside her door, and through the gap, I replied, “It’s ok, Amy, I understand, I’m going to bed now, you try to sleep,” and added pathetically, “it’ll seem better in the morning.”

The night was another humid one. I lay there in just my boxers listening to the never-ending traffic, hoping that Amy was getting to sleep, and wondering about the truth of Jeff having an affair.

It must have been some thirty minutes of adjusting, and readjusting how I was lying on the slightly uncomfortable mattress when I heard Amy whimpering again. I knew exactly what it was this time, and my hearing was heightened by the fact that both my bedroom door, and hers were both ajar.

It went on for longer, and it started to arouse me. I found myself squeezing my hardening cock as I heard her beginning to moan. She made no attempt this time to quieten her orgasm. She cried out with a long groaning, “Ohhhhhhh,” and then a gasp, and then it was quiet. 

My cock was fully erect, and I decided I needed to cum, no holding back, it had been three days or more. At first I rubbed it slowly, enjoying the fantasy in my mind of fucking Amy. I felt that kiss all over again, I remembered the sensation of her body against me on the sofa.

I was aware of her toilet flushing next door, however, I began to increase my massaging, pressing the edge of my fingers against the underneath of my cock.

I knew I was breathing more quickly, I was trying to keep it quiet. I tilted my head so that the pillow half-muffled my efforts to cum. I was completely unaware of Amy standing on the landing staring through my half-open bedroom door. 

When I started to cum, I groaned and my cock spurted its spunk halfway up my chest. As it continued to pump semen over my knuckles, I heard the floorboards outside creak, and the sound of her retreating.

I hurriedly reached for some tissues, and wiped up the mess, sitting up on the side of the bed. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I wasn’t sure if Amy was back in bed, or downstairs, or indeed if she had actually seen me masturbating.

I waited a couple of minutes then crept along the corridor, and did what I needed to do. I had to flush the tissues away, the noise of the loo seeming like Niagara Falls. Delaying for a few seconds, I waited for the cistern to fill and for it all to quieten down, before I stepped out to return to my room. 

Amy’s door was still ajar as I passed by, and the same creaky floorboard squeaked. 

“Tim!” Amy’s voice was a loud whisper, “Tim!”

“Yes, Amy, you ok?” I replied.

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

I wasn’t sure if this was a repeat of the apology for kissing me, or for possibly looking into my bedroom.

For some reason, I pushed the door open a bit more, and saw her lying on her bed. 

“You don’t have to keep saying sorry for kissing me, I understand why it happened, it’s all ok.”

“I didn’t mean that, I meant just now.”

“Oh!” I hesitated, “I wondered if you’d seen me. Amy, I should be apologising to you!”

“Come here, talk to me…  I’ve sobered up, I won’t leap on you, I just need to talk before I go to sleep.”

Whether it was a mistake didn’t really register. I stepped inside and Amy patted the bed for me to sit on. 

The room was lit from the street lights outside. Amy looked incredibly beautiful in the half-light.

“I saw you wanking,” she said quietly.

“Yes, I know that now, I’m afraid I heard you too!” I responded, and both of us ended up chuckling.

“God, we’re a fine pair, me getting myself off ‘cos I’m not getting it from my husband, and you getting off because you have to.”

“I needed to when I heard you!” I said it before I realised what I’d said.

There was silence for a few seconds before Amy picked up my hand and held it. 

“Did it excite you, I tried to be quiet?”

“What do you think?” I replied nervously.

“Does this excite you?” and slowly she placed my hand over her breast.

My chest suddenly felt tight, as my fingers took in the softness of her breast, and the shape and hardness of her nipple beneath my palm.

“Amy, I thought you’d sobered up, you promised you’d be good!”

She leaned towards me, “Tim, I just want your company, no sex, just stay with me, lie with me, talk to me.”

She took my hand away, releasing it, and moved herself so that there was space for me beside her.

“Here, just lie down and let me put my head on your chest.”

It felt incredibly confusing. Here was mum’s friend who I’d grown up knowing like an aunt, then almost lusted after in my pubescent years, and now I was in bed with her, and supposed to remain unaroused. 

It was silent, apart from the traffic, and I lay with my arm around her, her head on my chest. My face was up against her hair, I was breathing in her perfume, and I was feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. I couldn’t sleep, no way, but after half an hour she was clearly slumbering.

Fortunately, I could move her until I was comfortable enough to fall asleep myself, and although I woke up once in the dark, I slept until dawn broke. It was then that my apparent dreams became reality.

The room was lighter, and the traffic noise louder when I half opened my eyes. It was Amy’s fingers gently gripping my hardening cock through the fabric of my boxers, that brought me rushing to consciousness. Gently they were massaging it and I realised Amy was awake too. Again her head was on my chest and her breath was up against my neck.

As soon as she knew I’d woken up she whispered, “Let me.”

I decided not to answer, but just remained completely still.

I had no way of preventing a full erection. Bizarrely I pondered the fact that this was roughly the time of day I’d heard her masturbating. As she felt how stiff I was she moved her hand and slid her fingers under my waistband until she gripped my cock for real. I sensed a grateful satisfaction of achieving that without my opposition.

When I felt her kiss my neck I knew that this wasn’t a situation that would just end in me returning to my bed, or both of us getting dressed and having breakfast without something sexual happening.

Again, without comment, Amy took her hand away and I felt her tug her pyjama trousers down and off. She turned onto her side beside me, and hooked one leg over my thighs. I could feel her pussy hard up against my leg. 

As she pushed her face towards mine, she found my hand again and this time pushed it up under her t-shirt until it was on her breast. Taking her hand away it left me free to respond. As soon as I began to smooth my fingers over her softness, and start to play with her nipple she knew there was no going back. 

“Make love to me Tim, don’t say no, I can tell you want to.”

Amy nuzzled closer and offered me her lips. Her eyes drew me in and I kissed her, very softly, until her mouth opened slightly, and my tongue pushed inside. She gave the quietest of moans, pushing her body closer. The kiss went on and on, the nighttime heat from our bodies seemed to ignite something inside us. I lifted myself on one elbow and tugged her t-shirt up until she lifted her arms up enough to pull it over her head. Completely naked now, she looked divine in the watery sunlight coming through the window. 

She in turn sat up and tugged my shorts over my hips and down my legs. As she freed them from my ankles her head sank downwards and I felt my cock enveloped by her mouth. 

“Oh god, Amy! Are you sure?” I muttered, “What if Jeff finds out?” 

“He won’t,” she said firmly, “and if he does he can go fuck himself!” The words were spat out with venom.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned again, as she took in as much of my cock as she could. 

My body was stretched out, tense, trying to summon every ounce of self-control as Amy’s head bobbed up and down. In distraction, my hand searched downwards until it found her soft inner thigh, with her sitting beside me. My fingers explored up towards her pussy and I felt her shift to enable me to find her delicious cunt. One finger, then two, easily gained access and slid inside. She was so aroused that her juices flowed like liquid silk.

When she stopped sucking me and looked down at me, the desire on her face is something I will remember forever. 

Raising her body, she straddled my hips, and as though we both knew each other from years of making love, she sank down onto my cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhh… fuck,” was all she said before holding her body upright, arching her back, and almost looking up at the ceiling. “God, that feels so good!”

I took in her tousled blonde hair, her smudged mascara from a night of tears, and her breasts swinging free with her pert nipples which were hard to the touch.

Slowly she ground down on me, moving in a circular motion, with her mouth partly open, and her eyes flickering as she moved.

Gratefully I wasn’t anywhere near coming, in fact my cock was rock hard within her. I just watched her set about bringing herself off using my body as a foil.

Gradually her level of arousal increased, her breathing quickened, her movements becoming more frantic. When I played with her breasts, and tugged her nipples it hastened everything. She came in a rush, shuddering, gasping, then moaning out loud. 

“Oh god, Tim… Oh god… Tim… TIM… TIMMMM!”

With a final sigh, she collapsed forward, still holding me inside her, but kissing my neck and with both of us drenched in perspiration. 

“Oh, Tim, that felt soooo… wow! … but you haven’t cum, you naughty boy, you’re just too good.”

I chuckled into her damp hair, “Just wait a minute.”

Amy raised her head and looked at me, “Go on then you horny boy, fuck me again!”

It was a challenge, but Amy was goading me. I heaved my hips upwards, and threw her body off me, and to one side, then I was rolling on top of her, sliding between her thighs and entering her again. 

I grabbed her legs raising them up, and got onto my knees, so that I could place each of her feet over my shoulders. Looking down at her smiling face I began to thrust downwards. For five minutes I pounded into her, her smiles changing to a more serious expression, when she realised she was cumming again. 

‘Fuck, Tim, oh my god, don’t stop… fuck… I can’t help it.”

Drops of my perspiration were cascading down onto her hair, her face, her breasts as I thrust and thrust again. I was desperate to bring her off before I came. Thankfully it happened. As I held back and gritted my teeth she cried out.

“I’m cumming…  oh god… I’m cumming again.”

Her legs tightened either side of my neck, with me exploding inside her. Grunting, and gasping, I pumped pulse after pulse of semen deep into her, until neither of us could do anything else, but collapse side by side in a soaking, sweaty mess. 

After a few minutes, Amy suggested, “You’d better go and have a shower, this bed has got to be stripped… go on.”

By the time I’d showered and dried off, Amy was downstairs shoving the sheets and the bed linen into the washing machine. She looked totally bedraggled in her bathrobe, but she was smiling, the satisfied smile of a woman who’d just had good sex.

“I’ll go and shower now, have you decided where you’re going today?”

“Probably the Tate, and then explore the South Bank.”

“Sounds a good idea, I’ll see you in a minute, make some coffee for me!”

I pondered what had happened, and how I’d probably taken advantage of Amy while she was vulnerable. I decided that her marriage was very shaky, and she, no doubt, needed reassurance that she was still attractive, and wasn’t being ‘traded in’ for a younger model. I knew that I had two more nights to stay and was wondering if she would want to sleep with me again. I got my answer when I returned from my day out on the South Bank.

Straightaway I saw how red-eyed she was, and it didn’t take long to find out that she’d spoken to Jeff twice that day. 

Giving me a beer, and with a glass of wine herself, she curled up beside me on the sofa and let it all pour out.

“He still denies anything is going on with this Elin. He says that she is just an assistant, she’s ‘learning’ from him. I bet she is! Learning how to fuck him!”

“But you still don’t know for sure?” I thought I was being helpful.

“No, I know, but I also know Jeff! And would you fucking believe it, he’s coming home tomorrow, and bringing her! He says that if I meet her she will tell me herself that nothing’s going on! For fucks sake, her, in this house!”

I tried to get her to think a different way. “What if he sees this as the only way to make you see. He’s hardly likely to bring her willingly if he’s having it off with her, and she’s not going to walk into the ‘lions den’ if she’s carrying on with him?”

It seemed to give her food for thought.

“Ok, but you will still be here, will you stay?”

“I’d better go home, leave you two to sort it out.”

“No,” Amy replied adamantly, “I’d like you here, just to see what you think.”

“Will Jeff mind?” I really was unsure.

“No, he actually asked for you to stay.”

So the agreement was made, I’d go to the Imperial War Museum in the morning and be around for Jeff and Elin arriving in the late afternoon.

“Kiss me, I just want to thank you for being so understanding.”

Without last night’s alcohol, the reality of kissing an older married woman felt strange, and it felt awkward when it was interrupted by a call from my mum.

Amy could only hear one side of the conversation, but signalled that she wanted to talk to mum when I’d finished.

As I handed the phone to her, she smiled with delight to chat with her old friend.

“Dawn, your son has been so good, I think he’s done a lot, and all I’ve had to do is get him up on time and feed him!” 

There followed much laughter, and I heard mum say that I’d grown up so much in the last year.

“He certainly has, he’s very much a man now.” 

Amy caught my eye and with a mischievous wink, her free hand grabbed my crotch. 

I gripped her wrist to pull her away, but she held it there and I stopped resisting.

“Well we had a takeaway last night and had long discussions about everything. Jeff got called away on business so he’s been real company, real intelligent conversation.”

As she was speaking my cock had grown hard beneath her fingers. I was pulling faces and mouthing, “Stop it!” 

Mum obviously made some comment about having me as the man about the house, and how I never actually did much at home.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s not as bad as that, you’ve trained him very well, anyway he wants to say some more, I’ll hand you back, he’ll see you on Friday.”

I took the phone back and heard mum say, “You've certainly made an impression on Amy.”

I could barely reply as my zip was pulled down and Amy flipped my cock out through my boxers. 

“Well she’s been really good to put up with me, she could easily have had a week alone what with Jeff being away.”

I coughed to disguise the fact that Amy was starting to suck me. 

“Have you picked up a cold, Timmy?”

“No mum, please… don’t fuss. Look I’m gonna have to go now, we’re just about to eat, I’ll phone again tomorrow.”

“I’m the only one eating,” mumbled Amy, releasing my cock from her mouth for just a second, as I rang off.

“For god’s sake, if you don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum!” I declared.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” was the only reply.

I heard myself groan as Amy pushed down, almost making herself gag. I looked down as she lifted her head and dribbled a long drool of saliva onto the head of my cock and smoothed it downwards with her hand. My cock was bursting, slick with her spit, and I warned her as I began to panic and lose any self-control I had.

“I’m gonna cum… fuck… you’re so...”

The first spurt shot upwards and hit Amy across the forehead, and into her hair, the second landed across her nose and upper lips, dribbling downwards into her mouth. Giggling she took the third spurt into her mouth, and lowered her head, sucking the remaining spunk from me in the moments following. 

Triumphantly pulling away she continued giggling, her face covered in semen. 

“A bloody good job we weren’t FaceTiming,” I remarked.

She smiled back, “Look at me, shall I take a selfie and send it to Jeff?”

That brought me back to reality, pulling a handkerchief from my pocket and giving it to Amy.

“Stop teasing and clean yourself up… Jesus, I told you I was cumming!”

Amy stood up and disappeared still laughing, while I zipped myself back up, and drew a deep sigh of resignation. Amy had flipped from being heartbroken to being horny in the space of a few minutes.

“We’d better eat,” she shouted from the kitchen, “pizza?” she asked.

“Fine yes, happy with that.”

We ate the meal on our laps, watching the evening news on tv. It could have been me with my mum at home except that I knew we’d end up in bed later.

I cleared the dishes and made the coffee, with us relaxing back into the sofa, and then Jeff phoned again. 

Amy went into the kitchen to talk and I was half expecting more fireworks, but no voices were raised and the call only lasted five minutes. 

“He and this Elin are getting the four ‘o clock flight from Arlanda, it means they should be here about six or soon after. She’ll just have to sleep in the box room, unless you want her in with you?” Amy pulled a face.

I didn’t react, but just gave a wry grin. 

“Would you mind helping me sort her bed, and you can move some boxes that are in there for me."

I followed Amy upstairs. The box room had a small single bed which needed a sheet, a duvet cover, and pillow cases putting on. The boxes were files I had to temporarily move into Amy and Jeff’s room, and stack in the bottom of a wardrobe. As I moved some of Amy’s numerous shoes out of the way, she stood behind me directing where they should go.

“Do NOT look in those drawers.”

Amy’s voice was definitely spoken in a tone to suggest that that was exactly what I should do!

“NO!” she shouted again as I pulled open the top drawer. 

At first my mouth dropped open, and then I burst out laughing. 

“Fucking hell! It’s like a sex shop!”

Amy tried to push me aside and close the drawer.

“Please… oh god, don’t look!”

I picked up a huge black rubbery dildo. “Jesus, do you …?” I didn’t finish the question as my eyes alighted on another black dildo, but this was attached to some sort of belt with straps.

“Do you…” do you use this?… it’s for you to fuck someone… fucking hell … not Jeff? You don’t fuck Jeff?”

Amy shrunk back, her face bright red, “Please Tim, it’s private, come away, I’m just too embarrassed.”

I closed the drawer, deciding I’d been cruel enough. What Amy and Jeff did was not any of my business, but it had slightly shocked me, and definitely excited me. I knew my mum had a vibrator, I’d found it in the bottom of one of her lingerie drawers when I was about thirteen. That shocked me, until I realised that most people masturbated.

“I’m sorry Amy, I didn’t mean to… well… pry into your private stuff.” I turned to hug her.

“Jesus Tim, you know so much, yet so little about me,” she mumbled into my chest. “I’ve been using some of those a lot since Jeff has been so distant.”

“It’s ok, we all have needs.” I couldn’t say much else.

We both returned to the lounge and Amy suggested a nightcap.

“A malt whisky? Let’s have one of Jeff’s best,” she said with glee.

We cuddled up, and after having a second large one, Amy suggested bed.

“This will probably be the last time,” Amy pointedly looked me directly. Jeff mustn’t know, your mum mustn’t ever know, this is our secret.”

I nodded before we went upstairs, and we both undressed. 

Amy was half under the duvet first, and watched me finish stripping off. 

“You want to see what I use most nights when Jeff’s away?”

For a brief second, I was puzzled, until I saw her reach under the bed on her side and raise a large pink vibrator into the air and switch it on. As it buzzed she giggled out loud.

“Come here, I wanna try it on you.”

“Hmmmmm, you be careful, I don’t trust you after this afternoon.”

Sitting gingerly on the side of the bed, I watched Amy roll towards me and poke the thing against my balls.

“Fuck!” I recoiled as she switched it on, and I pulled her hand away. 

“Stop resisting, just let me, take your hands away!”

Carefully she lifted up my limp cock, and held the tip of the vibrator against the notch underneath the head. 

“Oh fuck!” I yelled again, “Stop, please!” 

Amy fell back against the pillow convulsed in giggles. “Oooooh, men can never take these things. I can make Jeff cum inside two minutes with this!”

“I’m not fucking surprised, come here, give it to me.”

I had to snatch it away, and I pushed myself across her chest, holding her down while I switched it on and pushed it between her clenched thighs.

“No, stop it, Tim,” Amy’s protest wasn’t too extreme and with a little pressure, I managed to ease the tip a little deeper.

“Ohhhh,” was the next sound she made, and immediately her legs relaxed and parted.

“Ohhhhh Tim,” she said again, she was completely compliant.

This was something outside my experience. Did I push the thing inside her? Did I speed it up, or slow it down? Did I hold it against her clit?

Amy must have realised, and began to coach me.

“Yes, that’s good… not too fast… slower… just there… that’s right… go on… don’t stop… deeper.”

It was a revelation, and slowly I found what pleased her. When she came the first time I expected her to ask me to stop, but she didn’t, she seemed to want more, and I relished the chance to experiment, and find out all I could. 

There were no more instructions, her whole body shuddered, and she came a second time.

“Oh Tim… oh Tim… god, that was so intense… please just hold me.”

I tossed the vibrator to one side, and we held each other close, then after a while, Amy began to kiss me.

“You’ve shown me something new Tim, at this moment I couldn’t give a stuff about Jeff. That sounds terrible, but I want this night to last.”

I kissed her back, not wanting to spoil the mood, wanting it to last just like her. The weather had cooled somewhat, and we needed the duvet to cover us. It felt like a cocoon, and we both kissed occasionally, whispering completely daft things, the difference in years not meaning a thing. 

At one point I took one of Amy’s nipples between my lips and ran my tongue over it. As if to mimic me she did the same and it had a dramatic effect. I felt my cock harden and she must have felt it too. She took the other nipple and sucked hard, and when she felt my cock poking into her thigh she chuckled.

“I’m ready if you want to fuck me, Tim.”

At that moment it seemed an incredibly sexy thing to say, when I moved my body her legs parted, inviting me to roll between them. 

“Go on… I want you inside me… I want to feel you cumming.”  

Her pussy was soft, warm, open, lush, and welcomed me in.

I think we both gasped with the faintest exclamation coming from Amy, “Yes!”

There was no hurry, for minutes we rocked back and forth, Amy wrapping her arms around my neck, clinging, pushing upwards against me. I wanted her to cum again. 

Kissing each other gently, softly, Amy whispered words of encouragement as I drew closer. Those words came between her quickened breathing, showing her arousal once more.

“Tim… Tim,” was the only warning, but her gasp was enough to trigger my ejaculation. With a final thrust, and a soft moan, I jerked inside her cunt. She came too, a fitting combination to our final night together.

My face was buried in the dampness of her neck when I heard her tears. 

“Hey, don’t cry, it’s been so good,” I said.

Through the sobs Amy replied, “Tim, what’s gonna happen, if I’ve been wrong about Jeff, then all of this with you has been…” she hesitated, “adultery!.. me being unfaithful!”

I said nothing, I just allowed her to cry herself to sleep, and when I felt her regular breathing I extricated myself and crept back to my bed.

It was light and the traffic noise showed that rush hour approached, I heard Amy downstairs in the kitchen and when I’d washed and dressed I joined her. 

“The war museum this morning then?” she asked, standing by the sink in her towelling bathrobe. “Will you be back before Jeff and that Elin arrive?”

“Of course, I want to give you a bit of courage, however it turns out.”

“It’s that cow that might need courage,” she replied venomously.

“Let’s wait and see, don’t jump to conclusions, you might get an idea from their body language, and also their conversation might tell you how ‘close’ they are.”

“Hmmmmmmm, I wonder.”

“Women’s’ intuition,” I added.

I returned that afternoon in plenty of time, my explorations had finished in London, and I phoned mum to tell her that I’d be back the next day.

Amy looked nervous, but had made an effort with her hair and makeup, and wore a short summer print dress. She had obviously cleaned the house, and I noticed that all signs of our intimacies were long gone.

“Does everything look ok?” she was searching for reassurance.

“It’s all fine, what time do they get here?”

"About 6.30 PM if the flights on time, and the traffic’s not too bad.”

The rest of the afternoon was tense, and I did my best to lighten the atmosphere. Finally, there was a text from Jeff, saying they were in the taxi from Heathrow, and would be back in about forty minutes.

I looked out of the window when the taxi drew up. As Jeff and Elin waited for the driver to lift their cases from the boot, I could see that Amy would not be best pleased. 

Elin was gorgeous, tall, slim, shoulder-length auburn hair, and young!

“Hi, darling,” Jeff greeted his wife with a hug. “This is Elin, she’s my sort of assistant, you’ve heard me talk about her, she’s supposed to be learning from me.”

Everything Jeff said seemed to have innuendo about it.

“Hello, Mrs Rawlings, pleased to meet you, Jeff’s told me so much about you.”

Elin’s characteristic Scandinavian accent was evident, but her English was perfect.

“Hello, Elin, Jeff’s told me about you too.”

The edge to Amy’s voice must have been evident to Jeff because he quickly jumped in, “And this is Timothy, the son of one of Amy’s friends, he’s visiting London for a few days.”

“Ah, hello Timothy, how do you do?”

Elin’s green eyes opened wide, and I almost drowned in them.

“Hi, please call me Tim, Jeff and Amy like to annoy me with my full name.”

“Oh Timothy is a lovely name, but ok… hello… TIM!”

Was this flirting, or was this just being polite, either way, I was in love!

“Ok, I’ll show you to your room,” said Jeff, “I’m sorry, but it’s a bit small,” then smiling, he added, “tomorrow night you can swap to the room Timothy has, after he returns home.”

As soon as they’d disappeared upstairs Amy looked at me.

“Fuck, she’s good-looking, you were almost drooling.”

“God, did it show that much?” I smiled.

“Jesus, you men!” was all she managed to say before Jeff reappeared.

“So you’re fucking her?” Amy had no hint of holding back.

Jeff glanced nervously at me, “Amy, I’ve told you over and over again, there’s nothing going on, I’m just mentoring her, that why I’ve brought her over, to visit the London office and to actually prove to you I’m not guilty!” Then he added, “Please not in front of Timothy.”

It was Amy’s turn to look sideways at me, “Ok, let’s go into the kitchen and not involve Tim.”

The argument continued, and the exchanges got more heated. I heard Elin come downstairs so I intercepted her in the hall.

“You can hear that? Let’s go to the pub, let them sort it out between them, you alright with that?”

She didn’t really have a choice, she knew already it was about her, and as soon as we were walking down the street she felt she had to explain.

“It’s ok,” I interrupted,” I know the whole story, I’ve listened to it all week… and is it true?”

Elin halted in mid-stride, “Timothy… NO! and even if it was you wouldn’t expect me to admit it!”

I tried to excuse the question even though it wasn’t an answer.

“Elin, I’m sorry, that was very rude of me, please forgive me.”

She chuckled and grabbed my arm, “Timothy, you’re so polite, typically English, now is this the pub?”

The King William was one I’d popped into on the way back after I’d been to the South Bank. It served food and was a real throwback to the eighteen hundreds. I felt like a million dollars as I found us both a seat. Heads turned and so many male eyes glanced in our direction.

Elin wanted a white wine, and I got a bottle of lager as I rejoined her from the bar. 

“You must get used to all that?”

Elin looked puzzled.

“Men!.. looking at you, or doesn’t it happen so much in Sweden?”

“Timothy, men are the same all over, I just ignore them… except if I fancy them!”

A mischievous look came over her face as she looked around and sipped her wine. 

She continued, “There’s no one here, except you, of course… !”

Cheekily she added, “Timothy, you’re blushing!”

“Stop it, Elin, you’re teasing, and please! … call me Tim.” She smiled at what seemed to be a warming between us. She was probably five years older than me, but was hugely more confident.

“Ok…TIM, but if I get angry with you it will be Timothy!”

Everything that Elin seemed to say, seemed flirty. 

Being a little more serious I said, “I’d better text Amy and Jeff to tell them where we are, I just hope they sort it all out.”

“What’s Amy really like?” Elin asked, “you’ve been with her this week, has she mentioned me?”

“Nothing but talk about you, I’m afraid, she thinks you and Jeff… well you know.”

“Hmmmmm, she’s very attractive, Jeff tells me how happy they’ve been until recently. I know he worries about that, he even wondered if she was having an affair!”

The mischievous looked returned, “I bet you fancy her… my god, teenage boys and their hormones… and older women!”

I must have blushed again, and Elin immediately seized on it.

“Fuck, you do fancy her,” then clutching my arm she said loudly, “You haven’t fucked her have you?”

“NO!” I replied adamantly as the couple at the next table looked over at us and giggled between themselves.

“Hmmmmm,” Elin sounded dubious. “That would solve no end of problems,” she muttered, not giving a reason why.

Deciding to change tack I suggested something to eat so we ordered a couple of pasta dishes and the conversation turned towards Sweden, her job, and my going off to uni. It was 9.30pm before we thought we’d better get back and see how things were. Neither of us had received any texts so we were walking into the unknown. With slight trepidation, but lifted by the alcohol we entered the front door.

All was quiet and at first we thought the house was empty. I went into the kitchen to make coffee, Elin was sitting in the lounge looking at a magazine when I returned with the mugs.

“Do you think they’ve gone out?” she wondered.

“No. I don’t think so, maybe they’ve murdered each other, perhaps there’s two bodies somewhere?”

“Stop it, that’s awful,” Elin punched my arm, as I sat down beside her.

Suddenly there was a sound from upstairs, some sort of movement.

“Someone’s alive up there,” I pointed to the ceiling, “you can relax.”

However, we both stared at each other, then giggled when we clearly heard Amy’s voice cry out. At first, it sounded like a groan, but then it became a cry of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I said,” they’re having sex!”

Elin, raised her eyebrows, and replied, “Well that puts me in the clear!”

I must have looked puzzled, and then I realised the implication. Amy must have made it up with Jeff, accepting he had not been unfaithful with Elin.

“Oh my god,” Elin remarked as the noises from upstairs became louder, and there was a muffled squeaking from the bed.

“Turn the tv on, at least it’ll make them realise we’re back,” I suggested.

Elin passed the remote to me and I clicked on the ten ‘o clock news. 

“Isn’t there anything more exciting, haven’t they got Netflix?”

“Not sure, let’s have a look.”

I flicked through various screens and finally found the icon for Netflix.

“Yep! Success!” 

“Ok, let me have it, there’s a series on that I’ve been watching, it’s new, about a woman living in Stockholm.”

I passed the remote just as I recognised the familiar noises Amy made when she had her orgasm. It gave me a peculiar feeling as I fixed my eyes on the tv.

“God, that sounded good,” Elin chuckled, “lucky Amy!”

I said nothing, I just watched the start of episode six of the series Elin referred to. The setting in Stockholm brought comments from her about how close it was to where she and Jeff worked. The sounds from upstairs lessened and then grew again as though it suggested the lovemaking was continuing.

The actress playing the main character was tremendously sexy, and I watched using the English subtitles. I quickly picked up the theme of the plot, older woman, young man. Elin was getting into it too, but then, seemingly out of nowhere, came a scene showing the character and her husband having sex. It was far more explicit than similar scenes on British tv, and I stared, fascinated by their activity.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered as the woman had an orgasm, and her husband quickly followed. “Fuck,” I repeated as the scene changed. 

Elin giggled, “Sex upstairs, sex downstairs… awwwww Timothy, it’s too much for you!”

I must have blushed once again, and tried to hide the erection that had grown in my jeans.

“Has it made you hard?”

I was unprepared for such a forthright question.

“Errrr, no… not exactly,” I stuttered.

“Liar,” I can see your jeans!”

“Stop it, Elin, I’m sorry, but… yeah, I’m sorry.”

She laughed out loud, “You’re lucky I won't take advantage, I could you know?”

I just looked at her, not knowing how to respond, how to react.

“Don’t worry, I won’t, I don’t think it would look good if Amy or Jeff came down and saw their house guests fucking on their sofa.”

“Hmmmmm, well it’s gone quiet upstairs, I’m gonna creep up and go to bed.”

“Are you going to masturbate?” 

Elin was now being deliberately mischievous, “Don’t make too much noise!”

“Fuck off!” was all I said as I left her watching tv. 

She laughed and just said, “Night, night… TIMOTHY!”

I undressed and lay naked for a while, casually gripping my semi hard cock, deciding whether to do what Elin suggested. I heard either Amy or Jeff flush the loo in their room, before I thought I heard Elin come upstairs. I couldn’t get to sleep thinking about the day, and how the problems Amy and Jeff had, were perhaps resolving themselves, and how Amy had maybe misinterpreted the whole thing with Jeff and Elin.

I was just about to drift off when I heard a soft tap on the door. It was slightly ajar, and I heard Elin’s voice.

“Tim, are you awake?” It was barely a whisper. “Can I come in?”

I quickly pulled the duvet over the bottom half of my body and answered in a hushed reply, “Yes… what’s up?”

Elin entered, and in the half light, I could see her dressed in a long t-shirt down to her knees with a print of a panda on the front. She came over to the bed.

“Tim, my bed is awful, it’s tiny, and so hard.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, I thought that she was suggesting we swap.

“Do you want to change places, change rooms?”

She knelt down beside the bed.

“Would you let me share yours, it’s much bigger, and I promise not to do anything, just sleep.”

‘Not do anything,’ seemed a strange thing to say, and anyway was I going to refuse a request like that?

“Ok, but I haven’t got anything on, I’ll have to put some boxers on at least?”

“Nooooo, don’t worry, I just want to sleep,” and without saying anything else she got up from her knees, and slid under the duvet beside me.

“Thank you… night, night.”

Elin turned on her side, facing away from me, and said nothing more.

I lay there, feeling extremely naked beside this crazy, beautiful, sexy girl, who was smelling absolutely divine. There was no way I was going to sleep anytime soon. 

For what seemed like ages, I lay there frightened to move a muscle. There was probably a foot between us, and I just listened to get any clue from her breathing to tell me if she was asleep.

Then came more sounds from Amy and Jeff’s bedroom. 

I distinctly heard Amy say, “You devil,” and very quickly they were clearly about to have sex again. I managed to lift my phone up from the bedside table and saw that it was gone midnight. Elin was still motionless on her side, as Amy seemed to be making soft, subdued cries. 

“Oh Jeff, god… please… yes,” the words were clear, and it seemed to bring a reaction from Elin.

“Jeff must be horny tonight,” she murmured, her head still pointed away from me.

“Not sure if we’re gonna get any sleep tonight,” I replied.

“How horny are you Timothy?”

Elin rolled onto her back, her shoulder now up against my arm. The use of ‘Timothy,’ used to provoke again.

“Did you masturbate?” she added.

The embarrassing questions were coming thick and fast.

“Jesus Elin…  no I didn’t!”

“Good, so we could make our own noise!”

I barely had time to reply, and even if I had, it wouldn’t have changed anything. Elin reached over to grasp my cock, I must have groaned as she murmured in delight, “Ooooooooie, that feels nice.”

Her lilting accent seemed to make me even harder, as she turned towards me, leaning over my chest to kiss me. And wow, could she kiss.

Her tongue kept flicking against mine, her full lips, sucking, sliding over mine.

“Wait,” she said, sitting upright, and pulling her t-shirt over her head. I could then see the glorious shape of her body. Once again kissing me, I felt her breasts pressing against my chest and I was not going to resist exploring her contours. 

“Timothy, I’m glad you didn’t swap beds.”

Elin’s mouth moved to my chest, and I just let her do as she wished. First my nipples were sucked and licked, before inevitably her mouth travelled downwards. My fingers were stroking the lower part of her back, and as she twisted to take my cock in her mouth, I managed to explore the soft skin between her thighs. In moments she was sucking me, and my fingers had found her pussy, deliciously soaked in her juices. 

Both of us heard Amy cumming again, and then the gradual silence as her and Jeff’s efforts subsided. As if to signal ‘our turn,’ Elin stopped sucking me and lifted herself up and over me. I could see her face above me, holding herself momentarily in expectation, before she lowered herself down on my cock.

“Ohhhhhh… Timothy!”

There was no hiding what we were doing from Amy and Jeff. Elin was suddenly in a hurry, we’d both been aroused all evening, and she wasn’t going to hold back in her exhortations.

“Oh god… yes… mmmmmm!”

Elin’s hips twerked back and forth in rapid movements at first, but then became slower and more rhythmical. I massaged her breasts as they hung down, squeezing the nipples occasionally, which made her gasp. The movement of the bed told its own story, and quite quickly both the sound and our rate of breathing increased.

Very soon, Elin began to gasp out loud, with regular cries of pleasure. I was beginning to lose my control as she ground down on me.

“Timothy, I’m cumming,” she finally cried out, just as I couldn’t hold back anymore. We both seemed to time our orgasms to perfection, as I emptied myself inside her, prompting her to carry on cumming, until she eventually sagged down on my chest, kissing my neck, and muttering, “Oh god Timothy, oh my god.”

My cock slid from her pussy when she moved onto the mattress beside me. She leaned over to kiss me again, and muttered, “Perhaps that will reassure Amy that I’m not fucking her husband.”

“Let’s hope so,” I replied, but I wouldn’t blame him if he did!”

“Stop it, Timothy, you’re a naughty boy.”

I suppose I was and for the next hour, we lay together talking quietly. Elin’s body, her seductive accent, her total lack of inhibition, made her all the more exciting. My body recovered its desire when Elin seemed ready to hold me close again. Her legs wrapped around mine and my cock began to react. When she felt what was happening it was only a slight lifting of her closest leg over my body, and my cock was able to find her pussy. With a slight movement of my hips, I eased inside her.

“Timothy, you want more?”

“More of you… yes, and you want more too!”

We were able to kiss as I remained quiet, still within her. Kissing, playing with her breasts, I sensed her hand move down until her fingers were massaging her clit. It was the perfectly relaxed enjoyment of pleasure for both of us. 

“We won’t see each other again will we?”

“I guess not.” I had a hint of sadness in my voice.

“It’s been good anyway, I hope we can stay in touch.”

“Of course,” I felt her regret too, but I was also feeling the movement of her body against me, wanting me to stimulate her pussy as she was increasing the sensitivity of her clit. 

I began to move my cock slowly, and I took over the rubbing her clit. She in turn wanted to kiss me more. The kisses were interspersed with brief catches of breath as my attentions brought her closer to her climax. 

“Don’t stop… just keep doing that,” she implored and it was only a matter of a few more minutes before she whispered, “I’m there, Timothy… yes… yes… I’m cumming.”

Her hips lifted slightly and her pussy seemed to pulsate. It was enough to squeeze the head of my cock and make me start to cum too. 

With my face against her shoulder, I seemed to breathe out in one long breath, and I began emptying myself deep into her cunt. 

We both sighed a long sigh, and Elin groaned, “Thank you.”

It was time to sleep, and we did sleep, it wasn’t until about 8.30 AM that we were woken up by Amy, knocking on the bedroom door.

“C’mon you two, you can’t stay there any longer. You kept us awake last night, now come and have breakfast!”

I muttered a seemingly guilty, “Ok, we’ll be down,” before I heard a chuckling Amy descending the stairs.

“She seems happy enough,” I said to Elin, as I sat up on the edge of the bed before turning to admire her body, probably for the last time, “they must have made it up!”

“I hope so, it was getting to me,” she replied, “it was really threatening me and Jeff.”

“Well I’ve spend the last few days trying to convince her it was all ok, she’s been really worked up about it.” Even as I said it, I wondered what she meant about ‘threatening her and Jeff?’

“You mean your work relationship?” 

“Well yes… of course.”

There was a hesitancy in her reply, and her face showed doubt.

“Elin,” I really focussed on her and watched her reaction, “have you actually been sleeping with Jeff? Tell me, I want to know, I won’t say anything.”

She looked away, “Oh Timothy, yes we have.” 

The guilt was palpable now. “We’ve been having an affair for about six months, whenever he came to Stockholm… I’m sorry Timothy, I really should have been honest with you.”

She reached out and clasped my hand.

“So you’ve slept with me to reassure Amy that there’s nothing going in with her husband?”

“NO! I slept with you because I wanted to, please don’t think I used you.”

My mind was a mess, but who was I to judge, I’d been fucking Amy for the last few days.

I sighed, “Thank you for that at least, but for goodness sake don’t let on at all. Your secret is safe with me, just don’t show any signs of anything towards Jeff after I’ve gone home. Go back to Stockholm and be professional.”

Breakfast was strangely lighthearted given what I’d just learned. There were jokes about the ‘noise’ the previous night, and Jeff seemed quite happy to play the ‘loving’ husband. 

When I left to return home Amy briefly got me alone and thanked me. I knew that there might be unfinished business between us, but the whole week had been a chapter in my life where sex and relationships gave me food for thought.