The Conclusion.
Following our adventure with the Symbian Orgasmatron, I was walking home, hand in hand in hand with my darling Mary and her neighbour, Katherine.
Mary was questioning me on the afternoon, the nine ladies and the machine that I had enjoyed having sex with.
"I thought you did very well, nine hot women and a machine that was nearly overheating. Ten cunts of which only one was imitation and you managed to cum in five of them. That's half. You must be completely shagged out. Which one did you enjoy most?"
Without having to think, I answered "I was talking to Katie," I started
"Katherine?" Mary suddenly said angrily. "This is MY man, you bitch!"
"Wait 'till I've finished." I continued. "Katie said that in her life, although it is essential to have sex with someone she loves, it is not essential to love someone she has sex with. I would go further... Sex is better with someone you love than someone you don't. My answer is that the best was the woman who I am madly in love with. You, my dearest Mary."
Mary swung round and hugged me, melted into my arms and kissed me more passionately than she had ever done before.
While we were walking, I mentioned that in spite of Peter Clarke being insistent that Jennifer didn't cheat on him. Giselle had casually revealed that she was frequently bonking him. Kate did not appear surprised, so I assumed that Jenny already knew about it and had told her friend. "Jenny is actually a tough old bird," said Katie, "She's Peter's fifth wife and needed some ammunition for when he eventually finds someone younger and divorces her. When she found out about it, she made Giselle write a confession and took her to a Notary who was not her husband's solicitor and made her sign it. I was her witness. The female solicitor specialises in divorces featuring cheating husbands.
I've decided that rather than wait for Alan to divorce me," Said Mary, "While Jonathan and Julia are still at college, I'm going to divorce him on ground of desertion and infidelity. I must ask Jenny for contact details of her solicitor."
We finally reached Kate's cottage. "Would you like to come next door for a coffee to help sober up?" Mary asked Kate.
"Why not?" We went through the old farm yard to get to Mary's back door. There was a strange car parked there.
"That's Alan's car." Mary informed us in a shocked voice. We went into the kitchen. A fairly beefy rough looking man sat on a kitchen chair drinking a large glass of brandy.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Mary asked her wayward husband.
"I've had an argument with Sue and have decided to spend the night with my wife in my own house. I know Kate, but who are you?" he asked looking at me.
"This is John. He's my latest squeeze." answered Katherine quickly. "We've been out together at a social function at the Manor House and Mary has asked us back for coffee."
Quick thinking, Kate. Well done!
Mary filled the kettle and switched it on.
Mary talked to Kate "You wanted to borrow a dress of mine. When the kettle has boiled, I'll take you upstairs and you can show me which one." She got out the cafetière and put three spoonfuls of ground coffee in it. The kettle boiled and she poured the water over the coffee.
Once the coffee had been poured, the girls left the kitchen, went upstairs and we could hear them walking across the landing to Mary's bedroom laughing as they went.
Alan struck up a conversation with me. "How long have you known Kate?" He asked.
"A couple of months. She's very pretty isn't she?"
"Not just pretty, the lads in the pub reckon she's a real goer. One bloke even claimed she's the village bike."
"She's eager, but tame." I answered "She only allows me to make love to her in the missionary position." I lied.
"I've heard that she likes it in her bum hole. Not like my wife, she has never wanted me to use any 'foreign' positions so I've dumped her and am now living with someone who even sucks my dick. Mary will never find another man, she looks too old now but if I ever find out that someone is sniffing around her, I'll break his neck. I would always find out. My daughter keeps a close eye on Mary for me."
"Where's your daughter?"
"She's at university in Manchester. She's a good girl, very pretty and still a virgin in spite of all the randy male students."
"You sad, disillusioned old man." I thought. "I've been screwing both your daughter and your wife. Now your girlfriend has chucked you out for the night."
"What do you do, Alan?" I asked.
"I have a market stall selling fabric remnants at six different markets a week. It's a man's job. None of this poofy office work. That's how we managed to buy and convert this farmhouse. Great isn't it?"
"I've only seen the kitchen but it seems lovely."
"I can't afford to divorce Mary, because she would want half. Come to think of it. Where are they?"
He thumped up the stairs and I heard him shouting at Mary.
The girls returned and Kate said "It's past eight, we'd better be going, John"
I shook hands with both Alan and Mary. "See you sometime, Alan. You too, Mary."
Kate and I walked hand in hand back next door with a bag containing one of Mary's dresses and the contents of my suitcase which she and Mary had hidden in the wardrobe this included my toothbrush and razor so Alan wouldn't find them which would have been extremely awkward.
"That was tense, Hans. Obviously, you'll be sleeping with me tonight. You would have been too shagged out to be any use to Mary, though. I pity her. She's probably going to have to let Alan screw her, but she's going to insist that he uses a condom in case he's caught a dose from Sue, and she will claim that she doesn't have any so she will probably escape that fate. On the other hand, in two or three hours, you'll be ready to go again. Lucky me!" At six AM, Alan will have to leave to set up his stall in a market in Leicester so you can get back to Mary."
"I was very impressed with your quick thinking when we got home. You were very smart." I said as we went in her door.
"Alan was too drunk to think properly. Thank you for improvising your part so well." Kate threw her arms round me and kissed me before undoing my trousers, pulling them down and taking my member in her mouth. "Mmmmbl mmmm boobl Mmmm!"
"What was that?"
Kate pulled her mouth away from my dick. "I was trying to say 'Enjoy this, but you don't need to cum'. Actually, you are quite firm so I was going to ask you if you would like use my pussy instead, but Mary has asked me not to. Do you need a shower after all this afternoon's effort?"
We went into the bathroom and this time I was able to watch the entire half second between when I yanked on her bow and her standing there totally naked. Impressive! She turned on the shower and I drew the shower curtain. My dick returned to its usual aroused size when I soaped her entire body, taking special care to cover her boobs and pudenda using only my hands and Katie soaped my chest, genitals and bum before rinsing one another off, drying each other with fluffy towels and although it was still light, going to sleep exhausted.
At half past seven next morning, the bedroom door was opened noisily, I heard a zip being undone and a second female body joined me in the bed. "Good morning, Darling." I murmured
"Good morning, Hans" said both Mary and Kate from either side of me.
We were all lying on our backs. A hand stroked my left inner thigh from my knee to my crotch. Another did the same to my right inner thigh.
Both my hands reached down and each found a moist cunt waiting for my attention. I attended to both with the middle finger of each hand dipping my fingers into the two honey pots. The "Oooh"s and "Aaaah"s came in stereo before the duvet was thrown back and Mary's mouth went to my dick while Kate got on her knees with her minge an inch above my mouth. Mary gobbled my cock while Kate lowered her pussy until it was touching my lips. I started sucking it. Soon my lips were nibbling on Kate bringing aural responses that were getting louder and more frequent while my "Ooooh"s and "Umpht"s were encouraging Mary.
"Please climb on." I asked Mary and thanks to her love-juices and saliva she slipped completely on to me. It was so lovely to be making love to my girlfriend again without being under any pressure to perform. She jiggled on top of me. I realised that for the first time in my life, I was not fucking, screwing or shagging but actually making love. Alan was wrong. She was not getting old, she was getting into her prime.
We spent the afternoon, wearing only the minimum of clothing on the sofa watching an old romcom movie 'Breakfast at Tiffanies' on the TV. It was a romantic thing that suited our mood.
Just after six o'clock the phone rang. It was Julia. "Are you alright, Mum? I've just had Dad on the phone and he told me he had spent the night with you. Where was Hans?"
Mary told her the entire story, skipping most of the detail of what went on at Jenny's house but including the facts that I had enjoyed sex with a few ladies.
"You're very lucky to have a stud like Hans in your life. Although he frequently asks me, I will never tell Dad about him."
"Hans actually told he loves me this afternoon. I thought that you should know that I've decided to start divorce proceedings against your Dad. It will mean that we'll have to sell the cottage. We'll get a good price for it. Enough for me to buy a little two up and two down in one of the villages round here or even move back to the town. I've made some very good friends here not least yesterday. I hope I can stay but cottages here rarely come on the market."
