"Can we have sex please." This was the question Shona Platt posed to her husband David.
Theirs had been a turbulent journey. Firstly her son had murdered David's wife, the mother of his stepson Max and daughter Lily. Then despite the animosity, an attraction had led to a relationship and eventually marriage. However another twist had occurred when Shona was shot, and was comatose for months. Only now had she partially regained some memories, and was keen to try to rebuild their lives together.
After Shona moved back in they eventually shared a bed, but to to date, despite Shona's willingness, they still hadn't made love.
"I don't know," said David, he desperately wanted to make love to his wife, but the nagging thought that she still wasn't one hundred percent ready was still holding him back.
Shona looked at him, her big dark eyes filling with tears, "don't you want me?"
He replied, "of course I want you, I love you, but."
She placed a finger over his mouth and said, "no more talk, your mum has the kids, she will be a couple of hours. Why don't we just go upstairs and fuck?"
Shona stood, took her husband by the hand and they climbed the stairs to their bedroom.
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Meanwhile across the road in the Rovers Return, the barmaid Emma Brooker was playing on her phone, waiting for a customer, any customer to alleviate the boredom of the afternoon shift.
Emma was looking after the pub while the owners, the Conner's took a well earned break.
An hour into her shift, she hadn't seen a single person and was considering closing.
Just then the door swung open and Dev Alahan the local shopkeeper came in. Dev was Indian, in his mid forties and during lockdown grown a rather fetching beard, the silver in which against his dark skin, made an attractive man even more so.
"Hi Emma, a pint of lager please, I have earned it today."
As she pulled the amber liquid into the glass, she asked, "been busy then?"
Dev replied, "busy doesn't come near to describing my day," then before Emma could ask , he detailed the tasks, he had performed, and the trouble he had to get cover in his two businesses, the Corner shop and the Kebab shop.
He took the pint and downed about half in one go, then asked, "you been busy?"
Emma replied, "your my first customer since I opened at twelve, I was just going to lock up when you came in."
"I thought having a beautiful young lady like you behind the bar would have the lads flocking in." Said Dev, inwardly reflecting on the girl before him.
She was nineteen, of mixed race, very pretty and as he noticed, had a really nice figure.
Emma replied, "oh shut up Dev, I'm not that special, now your daughter Asha, now there is a looker."
Dev had the problems with his sixteen year old daughter that any parents would have, but as a single parent, his were two fold.
"Why thank you, she is beautiful like her mother, and has her temper." Said Dev, remembering his late wife and triggering a thought that he hadn't had sex for a long time.
Dev drained his drink and Emma pulled another. As she bent down Dev couldn't help his eyes focusing on the cleft of cleavage that Emma's sweater was displaying. The swell of the light brown breasts were stirring immoral thoughts in his brain.
"I am surprised you don't have a boyfriend," said Dev.
Emma looked rather downcast, "been there, been dumped, been disappointed and been frustrated for a while." She then said something that shocked Dev. "Fingers and vibrators don't make up for a good hard cock inside you."
Dev could hardly believe what he had heard, he knew the modern generation were forward when it came to sex, but this was a complete surprise.
"Besides, apart from Ali, you know the doctor, I've only been with boys, not real men like you."
Again Dev was taken aback. Was she coming onto him? He decided to let the conversation run.
"Ali, I thought he was with Maria", said Dev.
Emma gave him one of her little girl lost smiles and said, "oh he was, she was there as well."
Thoughts of a threesome with Emma and Maria flashed through Dev's mind and caused a stirring in his groin.
Dev was a little disconcerted at the way the conversation was going. Emma was definitely coming onto him. She still had that little girl lost look, but was coming out with some really shocking, but to him, really arousing words.
"You mean the three of you? Oh my god that's a dream." Said Dev, spluttering in his lager."
Emma gave him one of her little smiles and carried on wiping glasses until she said, "what about you, you know, sex and all that?"
Dev didn't like to admit that he hadn't had sex for, he couldn't even remember, so he brazened it out, "Oh you know, the odd fling here and there, nothing serious."
"Do you believe in like, spontaneous sex, you know from out of the blue, not planned, just happens." Said Emma, casually.
Dev gulped again and before he could reply, Emma had leaned across the bar, grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him.
"Emma, what are you doing, I'm old enough to be your father." Said Dev, pulling away from her.
Emma pulled down the front of her sweater revealing a lacy white bra, the coffee coloured breasts straining to escape and said, "ah come on, just a bit of fun, no strings, a quick fuck on a wet Thursday afternoon."
Dev's mind was in a turmoil, he was tempted, very tempted. She was over eighteen and was obviously willing and very desirable. On the other hand, she was only two years older than his daughter, it seemed so immoral.
Emma took the initiative. She came from behind the bar and to the front door. Securing the latches she turned around and said, "now we won't be disturbed." She walked across to one of the booths and lay on the bench seat. She held out her arms and said, "fuck me."
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Across the road, David and Shona were sat on their bed. Shona had asked for a minute alone before calling David into the room.
The pent up emotions of the past months evaporated as David began to kiss his wife's neck, something he remembered she loved him to do.
As his tongue traced patterns on her neck, Shona reached down and found David's erect cock through the material of his jogging pants and began to stroke.
David lifted her tee shirt over her head and realised she had wanted a moment to remove her bra, knowing he was a breast man and wanted him to see them in their fullness immediately.
David reached and placed his hands on her breasts feeling the nipples harden under the touch of his palms on their softness.
David unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, as Shona continued to rub him through his joggers.
Shona turned her husband onto his back and climbed over him. David began to kiss the breasts swinging in front of his face, Shona sighed, she had been missing this intimacy and was loving the feel of his lips suckling her nipples.
Shona was wearing a short denim skirt and David's hand ran up her leg and he began to stroke the soft skin of her arse.
They continued the passionate kissing, tongues exploring as they rekindled thoughts of past intervals like this.
Shona slid off her skirt and was left wearing a tiny black thong, bought recently for just this occasion.
Pushing David onto his back, Shona kissed him, then trailed her tongue down his chest and planted tiny kisses on the way. She arrived at the distinct bulge in the joggers and began to lick.
David stood and Shona slid the joggers, together with his white pants down and David stood naked before her, his cock, surprisingly large for his slender frame, stood proudly erect.
Shona stood and they kissed, Shona slowly rubbing her husbands cock and reliving the fantasy day dreams she had in the past few weeks about this moment.
Quickly dropping to her knees, Shona took his cock in her hand and slowly swirled her tongue around the bulbous head.
