Big Dic

CHAPTER 4

My everyday life seemed somewhat dull but strange after that. I collected the kids and Mum asked me if I had a nice time with Erica, hoping for some romantic indication, but I had none to give her. I had been "well and truly, thoroughly and utterly fucked" is what I wanted to say, but did not.

Next week I went for an evening with Paul and Erica. They asked how I had enjoyed the experience and I said I was surprised what Paul had let Erica do, but on reflection he was a wonderful husband.

Then there was a surprise. Paul had received an email from Dick, asking if it could be passed on to me. Did I want that? I wasn't sure, so asked what they knew about him.

Erica said all she knew was that he was too big for her to take twice, but she remarked she had been glad to have another go with Tom and Chuck. She kissed Paul.

Paul said he knew that Dick was a reliable structural engineering technician, but was perhaps a bit dull. He remarked how inventive Tom was in dealing with problems, but if Dick had prepared some documents you knew that they would have no mistakes.

As they talked, I heard what has been described as faint praise when someone is not really pretty or clever. I had heard plenty of that about me, and felt slightly annoyed. Not everyone was as good-looking as them, and not everyone could get their qualifications and well-paid jobs. I felt that I was a good mother, at least, and was doing my best. Dick was doing his best, and seemed more honest than the others.

Paul also pointed out that Dick had (as he put it) failed in one marriage, and was now on a two-year contract abroad with only occasional visits to the UK. Erica said I would be better looking elsewhere, especially since I had children, which would put a lot of men off a long-term relationship. She thought that Dick was not that sort.

Their attempts to persuade me had the opposite effect. Yes, I would like the email, please.

I mentioned to Mum that I had met a man (at dinner with Erica, I said) and he had asked to email me. But he was a contractor working on a project in the Middle East for two years, who could only visit the UK occasionally.

She thought about it for a while, knowing what had happened with my last man.

"Did you know your grandma and grandad, my mum and dad, were pen-friends?"

I didn't, and I wasn't quite sure what it meant.

"Before email and such, people used to write letters a lot more, and some people wrote a lot to each other. Mostly it was just friendship, but sometimes a romance developed."

"Your grandad was in the army for a while and ended up in a place called Aden, which was very hot and dangerous. There was some scheme for girls to write to the young men and be pen friends. It usually petered out after a few months, but they kept on, and somehow found each other."

"He visited her once on leave. They managed to have sex once, and decided to get married. When he came out of the army they did, though they had only actually seen each other for a few weeks. It lasted over forty years until he died."

"The funny thing is that Dad (your grandad) insisted that he knew from the first letter that he was going to marry her. Love at first write, he used to say."

I was touched by the story, but began to see that it wasn't likely to be repeated. Would love at first fuck count?

"It'll do no harm," she continued, "but be careful not to build up expectations. Men are not always honest online, and you can be sure there will be other women while he is away. I think some couples make a go of it while the husband is away a lot, but not too many. And I have to say this, think about your lovely children."

She was right. It wasn't very likely. Dick was probably as dull as Paul suggested, and after all he was a stud for hire - so not exactly an ideal prospect.

Still, we started to email. It was in many ways better than speaking. I actually wrote it like a letter and pasted it into the mail when I thought I had got it right. I knew the damage that a hasty email could cause, so spent hours over each one.

It was not exactly poetry. He was used to writing engineering reports, and I was used to office documents, and I think we were both not that creative. He made more spelling and grammatical errors than me, because he had not had my training. But we sort of got on.

The first thing I learned was to call him Richard. He didn't like Dick because people thought that was the only important thing about him, and some called him Thick Dick.

Finally I told him about my grandparents and got a surprise. He was actually working on a port in Yemen, near the city of Aden. Mum got out some black and white photos Grandad had taken, and I scanned them and sent them. Richard was able to recognise some places, and sent me back modern pictures. They actually had a clock they called Big Ben! A picture of Grandad in front of it had always puzzled Mum.

Somehow that made the difference and our correspondence relaxed. He said that he had stopped doing the Three Cocks Service, but I said he should carry on, so long as he used a condom. I did actually mind a bit, but it was silly to deny him and the ladies the pleasure. He said he would really like to see me and the children when he came home over Christmas. Yemen doesn't have a Christmas holiday, but it is understood that the contractors usually take a couple of weeks at that time, if the work allows.

CHAPTER 5

Mum was pleased to have the children for a weekend, and they were glad to be spoiled by their gran and grandad, being allowed to stay up late and eat sweets. Dad came and collected them in the morning. Just after lunch, Richard arrived in a taxi.

We were like teenagers on a first date (in the 1950s!). He was wearing a suit, and I had had my hair done in a way I was now regretting, plus a completely new outfit, including suspenders and stockings. This was on Erica's advice. She said all men found them sexy.

We kissed as if our parents were watching, and he brought his suitcase in. Then we sat and made stupid remarks in the living room. I had already downed a large gin to give me courage, and would have had another if he hadn't refused a drink and asked for tea.

The conversation flagged after a while, and we sat in silence.

Finally he said "Could we go to bed, do you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I thought

"Why not?" I said.

In the bedroom I undressed as seductively as I could. Standing there in my underclothes, I remarked coyly "do you like stockings and suspenders?"

"Actually, no," he said. "I think they're a bit silly. I don't know why women wear them today."

I loved his simple honesty.

"Me too," I said, and got the silly things off. No more striptease, I just got naked as he did the same.

"Now that's what I like," he said, and I believed him.

Not just the honest way he said it, but the stiff cock jutting in front of him. Then I was in his arms and we were kissing like we meant it and his beautiful rod was pressing into my belly.

There was no foreplay. We were on the bed and he was in me, at long last. Not having been prepared it was almost painful, but it was a delicious sensation. I was wet; he was eager and it did not last long but we neither of us cared. At last he was pulsing into me as we were both joined in beautiful lust.

(I trusted his honesty when he told me had only had sex with a condom, and I had been taking the pill for a while in anticipation.)

He held onto me and rolled on his back. I lay on top of his big masculine body, with my cunt stuffed really full, and slowly starting to leak. How long since I had felt that?

After that, things were just right. We were perfectly relaxed in each other's presence. I got off and got a handful of tissues to catch what seemed like gallons of sperms. I bent down and sucked and licked his cock clean. And thought how often I wanted to do that in the future.

And we talked. Like two old friends. Or a married couple. Talked about our families and our friends. What we had done. We must have talked for an hour or more before we got hungry.

That afternoon, evening and night were like a honeymoon. Actually better, thinking back on my actual honeymoon, which had involved the stress of travelling and food poisoning.

The sex of course was great. That big cock thrusting for so long, and sperming me so many times. I loved it. But we also explored each other's bodies. My husband had always wanted me in sexy underwear, but Richard didn't care for it. He said he liked women's bodies as they were, and he really liked mine. If Tom had said this, I knew it would be a line, but with Richard it seemed the honest truth. No, I did not have an hourglass figure, and I had a few more pounds and wrinkles than before the children. It was a mother's body, and his appreciation made me feel good. And of course he had no complaints about my cunt!

I loved his cock, soft or hard. I held it and kissed it, though it was a bit too big to suck comfortably when hard.

The next day after lunch he got ready to go. My Dad would be bringing the children back, and Richard would be going to see his parents for Christmas.

CHAPTER 6

"Please don't go," I said somewhat desperately. I had no plan, just could not bear to lose him so soon. But what would I tell my children and parents?

Mum and Dad arrived with Karen and Ben and some presents for me which had obviously been wrapped by the children. Richard and I had cleaned and dressed up. He was in a suit like a boy meeting his girlfriend's parents. (Which he was, but we were both grown up and divorced!)

"So this is the famous Richard," said Dad, shaking his hand.

"So glad to meet you at last," said Mum, giving him a kiss on the cheek before hugging me and whispering "Was it good?" I blushed which was answer enough.

But the two children just stared. Bemused? Frightened? I didn't know. Of course, he was a big man, bigger than their father or my Dad, and also a stranger. They had got used to exclusive access to me, plus grandparents and their Dad to give them treats. Naturally they were not going to like it.

The children went off and were uncharacteristically quiet. No news about what they had been up to. No questions. Mum and Dad had a cup of tea and interrogated my new man. Mum was especially interested in what he had to say about Aden, and Dad went a bit far in asking for details about his current project. Likewise, Richard went a bit far in giving them, so Mum took me into the kitchen.

"He's a bit of all right," she started. "A big man. Is he big everywhere?"

"Well," I said. "Big enough. Oh, all right very big, but nice with it."

"Lucky girl," she said with a smile, and gave me a hug. "I know it's been a long time, but just be careful what you are getting into with the children."

Dad came into the kitchen and said "He seems very nice, but just go careful. It's OK to have a fling, but be careful with the future, and the kids of course."

When they had gone, I retrieved the children and gave them some pop and biscuits as a bribe.

My plan was to put the children together in Karen's bedroom, so Richard could sleep in Ben's.

Richard whispered "Don't call me uncle."

So I said "This is my friend, Richard. He's going to stay here tonight..."

"Not in my bedroom!" said Ben, looking as if he was going to cry. He had only recently moved into his own room and was very proud of being old enough.

"I don't want smelly Ben in with me again!" said Karen crossly.

"So where should he sleep?" I asked.

"With you of course," said Karen.

"Oh, if you think that's a good idea," said Richard quickly, before I spoiled it. Ben was happy too.

Richard phoned his mother who told him in no uncertain terms to enjoy his Christmas break with me, and not bother his parents this year.

So it was that easy.

Of course not!

CHAPTER 7

Naturally, the one thing we could not do was have sex that night, which the children might hear. One of them might just walk into the room if they could not sleep, as they sometimes did. However, it was nice to snuggle up to a big man. On the other hand, I had got used to a double bed to myself, and he took up an awful lot of room.

Fortunately, there were a few days of school left before the Christmas holiday, and we made the most of them. I took some holiday and managed to get three days unpaid leave 'for family reasons'.

Once the children were out of the way, we usually fucked twice. Getting that big cock every day was heavenly. The occasional orgasm was a bonus, but being loved, appreciated and fucked was all I wanted. The joy of the wet patch on the bed again after all these years!

Was I being selfish? Yes. But I was not only a mother, I was a woman with needs, and I had not had them fulfilled for a long time. How could I not take this chance for happiness, even if only for a few hours and a few days? I tried not to dwell on the future.

But everyone else did.

Karen asked if we were getting married. I asked her if she would like that, and she said she wasn't sure. So I said that I wasn't sure either. Ben had only known his father as a weekend visitor, and I think was jealous of another male cuddling me in bed. Mum and Dad warned me to be careful again. And Richard pointed out that he would soon have to get back to Yemen.

With the children out of school, their father had them for a day, along with his parents. My Mum and Dad took them to the cinema and to get burgers. And Richard and I took every opportunity to fuck, though not as often as I would have liked.

On Christmas day the children got their wish lists and something else. Richard had been out and bought some construction kits. Ben said they were for boys, so immediately Karen wanted them, and Richard said he knew several women engineers. To prove it, he arranged a Skype call abroad on his laptop to a friend of his called Sarah, wearing a helmet and standing in a construction site where she was a senior engineer. I was surprised and Karen was impressed.

For Ben he had bought a copy of The Jungle Book, by Rudyard Kipling, which we read together. It was quite different from the film, and Ben was eager to try to read it himself.

For me, he had an engagement ring.

It was exactly what I wanted, but I said I couldn't take it, because I still had a bit of rational mind left, and my children were more important. Eventually we agreed that I would keep it, but not wear it just yet.

CHAPTER 8

If did not have the children, I would have been his like a shot, and followed him around the world. Maybe it would not have lasted, it would still have been worth it. He was a nice man, but was I just obsessing about that wonderful big cock? On the other hand, was that such a terrible thing with a man I wanted to sleep with every night?

We emailed, and he said he loved me every time, but I could not make myself say the same. I didn't wish to commit either of us.

The emails sort of petered out. We were neither of us poets and each week was much the same. He was working long hours on the project and I was entirely uninterested in its progress. I worked, shopped, looked after the kids, that's all. It more or less became a weekly report on the children, which he said he was glad to get. Then he would say he was thinking of me, and that he loved me.

This pen-friends lark was not all that great. It was not like the romance which led me to my first marriage. (On the other, hand, how many of the grand promises for that had been kept? And he had not been mine for life.)

I felt a bit guilty. I should have been thinking about this wonderful man: his honesty, his caring character. In fact, what I mainly thought about was sex with him. I didn't dare get a vibrator in case Karen found it, so had to rely on my fingers, and keep quiet.

Eventually Karen asked me "When is Uncle Richard coming back?"

"He's not your uncle, he's just Mummy's friend. I don't know if he will visit again."

She snorted. "He's more of an uncle than That Woman with Daddy is an aunt, whatever she says."

She said "That Woman" in such a catty way that I was surprised and a bit proud. My little girl was becoming a little lady!

"But she buys you presents, and gives you sweets," I countered.

"It's not presents that makes a proper aunt or uncle, like it isn't presents that make a proper mummy and daddy. It's about caring for you. Uncle Richard cares for us, and he loves you. Don't you want him back?"

I was truly taken aback. Put in my place by an eight-year old! (Well, almost nine, as she would certainly have said.)

Coward that I am, I did not write to say 'I want you'. I said 'the children would like to see you again'. He said he would see what he could do.

Weeks went by. Well, he was on some zillion dollar contract and very busy. And I had only said the kids would like, not that I was lusting.

Then came the news of bombs.

CHAPTER 9

I knew there had been some sort of ongoing unrest, but Richard had assured me that this was not around where he was working, and there were several projects going on to improve the infrastructure and make life better for people.

However, the TV news looked awful. My emails were not answered. I was terrified.

Then I got a phone call from Paul. He said that people were being evacuated to Dubai, but communications were a bit difficult. It didn't stop me being worried.

I put on the engagement ring. Suppose I never heard from him again?

Finally, after 3 days an email came through. They were going to wait to see if things subsided, as they had before. The contract was still on.

I emailed him "I love you. Please marry me as soon as possible."

Things went from bad to worse and a battle started in Aden itself. The company terminated the contract, and most of the contractors were looking for other work in the area.

Richard said that providing I understood that he had no job he would come back to the UK as soon as he could book a flight and marry me whenever I could arrange it. He hoped the children would not mind, and to tell Karen that Sarah was safe in another country away from the troubles.

Richard returned. He had some Arab sweet things with pistachio and honey. Ben was puzzled, but Karen thanked him very nicely and gave him a kiss on the cheek. But better than that, he had brought some small sized safety helmets with the word "Engineer" on the front. Ben fell asleep wearing his in bed. Karen wanted a photograph of herself, and we sent it to Sarah.

But at last we were alone. My door was always open for the children, but now I closed it. In order to be quiet, I stood by the bed so that he could fuck me from behind. I didn't come, but I was totally happy. I was also happy to lie in bed beside that big bulk, although I did find myself a bit short of space. We managed again later. Nothing spectacular. Just a simple honest fuck. Nothing clever but insincere like Tom. Just honest lust and enjoyment by two consenting adults. A woman being totally filled by a nice big enthusiastic cock. As the spunk dribbled down my leg I said "I love you." And I meant it.

We cleaned up quietly and put on pyjamas, leaving the door ajar as usual. At 6 a.m. Ben came for a hug, wearing his helmet, which was a bit inconvenient. Then he asked Richard to read some of The Jungle Book. So I got up and started the day.

Ben engaged him in serious conversations about his own interests, and I was struck again by what I can only describe as his honesty. He treated Ben as an equal and took the trouble to understand enough to be interested, whether the topic was a toy, a cartoon or some feature of the universe.

Karen liked to talk about engineering with him. She was particularly impressed when he brought a laptop home with 3-D models. She also carried on a correspondence with Sarah. (I told her not to pester too much.) With some of her own research she made a presentation at school about women engineers. She also started doing really well in maths. Richard helped her as he had a good way of explaining and could say where you might do sums of this sort.