Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 19

This is the nineteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones.

I hope you have enjoyed it so far.

M4bloke

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The week before Christmas was hectic and by the time we'd recovered from the fall out of the swinging weekend in Munich it was almost Christmas Eve.

I'd missed the Durolitum Christmas party the week before but we had managed to go out for dinner with Lynne, my assistant and her partner Siobhan for a meal. It was the first time we'd met Siobhan and it was reassuring that Lynne was comfortable enough to share that part of her life with us now.

Christmas day was on a Saturday that year and Lesley and I both worked on Christmas Eve until lunchtime. Then I visited a clinic recommended by Daniel and had the stitches above my eye removed.

On Christmas Eve we went to a carol concert with the judges, Michael and Claire Taylor. Lesley was captivated by the concert and joined in with all the carols and the joy in her face was obvious to everyone. Afterwards we went back to the Taylor's house and Lesley and Michael did their thing cooking supper together while Claire and I chatted in the lounge. Claire asked what had happened to my face and I told her honestly as I could.

As we sat and ate, Lesley then told them about our plans to buy a house in Wimbledon and how we were going to Provence on Sunday to look for a place there too. Michael told us about his plans to take their vintage Bentley back to Le Mans in June and he asked Lesley if she'd like to be his co-driver. Lesley was so happy to be asked and I must admit I was a bit jealous but then Michael asked if perhaps I could bring Claire along in the Porsche, so at least I got to go.

Lesley and Michael were like a double act, nobody else got a word in that evening. Lesley saw in Michael the father she'd never had and Michael was only too happy to fill that role. The Taylors has lost their own daughter to a drugs overdose a few years before and since she'd moved to London they'd treated Lesley as family. They'd known that she was 'unconventional' since they'd first met us at Carole's in Provence but they never held it against her or tried to change her.

When it was time to go to bed Lesley stayed up to talk to Michael alone. When she finally came to bed she tiptoed in as quietly as she could, then slipped under the covers.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Michael just wanted to know that I was alright."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him that becoming Mrs Carter was the best thing that had ever happened to me."

"I Love you," I told her.

"I Love you too."

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On Christmas day we had breakfast with Michael and Claire before we left for my parents. I felt sorry for them. Christmas must have been a difficult time since the death of their daughter. Lesley shed a tear when it was time to go and hugged Michael hard which in turn made Michael a bit teary. She promised we'd come and see them again before I went back to Uni.

The refined tranquility of Michael and Claire's house was in contrast to the chaos of my mum and dad's on Christmas day. This was mainly due to my sister Jackie's two kids who were running riot with their new toys in the living room.

Jackie couldn't stop laughing when she saw I'd been in another fight. My mum, on the other hand was less than impressed. Lesley told them she was proud of what I'd done, although what she told them I'd done was a very selective version of what had actually happened.

At mid-day we all went to the pub. It was a Christmas tradition. Mum showed off her new daughter-in-law to her friends while Dad had more than a few pints with the lads and was quietly sozzled by the time it came to leave.

As usual the girls did all the talking over dinner and afterwards we sat in our chairs like beached whales as we tried to digest the mountain of food we'd just eaten. We watched the Queen's speech, the Morecambe and Wise Christmas show and goodness knows what else on television, then at nine in the evening it was time to leave. We got into the Land Rover and drove back to the apartment.

"I warn you," Lesley joked as we got into bed, "If you try to have sex with me tonight, I may physically burst."

"Ok. Would you like to open your present instead?" I asked.

"I thought you'd never ask."

I gave her the small jewellery box that the jewellers on Bond Street had wrapped for me and she opened it. Inside was a pair of diamond earrings in a platinum setting.

"Oh Steven, they're beautiful. Thank you."

"I'll admit I had some help from Kate," I said.

Lesley giggled then handed me a large package.

"I had some help from Daniel too," she said.

I tore open the wrapping paper and inside was a beautiful black Lewis leather motorcycle jacket.

"Daniel said they're the best."

"He's right."

"I had to have it made to order but I wasn't sure of your size. Then Daniel told me that his tailor had your exact measurements so I got them to talk to the tailor and hey presto."

I tried it on and it fitted perfectly.

"You know," said Lesley. "If you don't lie on my stomach while you fuck me, then I probably won't burst."

"Let's find out."

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We didn't see Daniel and Kate that Christmas as Daniel had decided to take Kate on a romantic holiday to Cape Town and the wine making region of South Africa. Although it was a shame not to see them over the festive period, to be honest, we saw so much of each other these days it was probably good to have a break.

On Boxing Day we caught a flight to Marseilles. When we arrived it was colder than we'd thought it would be, not at all like the heat of the summer we remembered. We picked up our VW car and headed north on the AutoRoute.

Although we were going to be staying with Carole and Fabien in Aix mostly, we'd flown out a day early to see Ruth and David first. If it hadn't have been for Ruth and David then Lesley and I wouldn't have met. So we had a lot to thank them for, but it was going to be an odd time for Lesley. For almost five years, with Ruth's approval, she'd been David's mistress. Lesley had taken a job in Nottingham to be near to him and he'd set her up in an apartment and visited a couple of times a week. She'd stuck by him even when they'd found out he had throat cancer and had lost his tongue.

Then I'd come along! Within the space of a summer Lesley and I had met, got engaged, got married and Lesley had moved down to London. Fortunately David knew it was the right thing for Lesley and he and Ruth had encouraged our relationship, even to the point of giving me a job in the summer so that I could be close to her. David had even gifted Lesley the apartment. Now, just a few months later, Lesley had come to tell them she was selling it.

Ruth and David had bought a farmhouse in a place called Roussilon, in northern Provence and were having it renovated. The house needed a complete rebuild and so they'd rented a property close by in order to oversee the work. We had a bit of trouble finding the place and when we arrived it was getting dark. Lesley was excited to be seeing Ruth and David again but a little nervous. She needn't have been, they were both waiting to greet us and it all got a bit emotional.

Both of them looked healthy. The last time we'd seen David was at Carole's wedding and he'd looked exhausted but now he looked relaxed and tanned. Ruth looked like she'd lost a couple of pounds too and also had a healthy tan. It seemed that life in Provence suited them both.

Although Lesley and Ruth had spoken several times on the phone over the past few months, Ruth still wanted hear everything from her in person. Over dinner Lesley told them all about her life in London then Ruth told us about the past few months in France. Apparently the new house was coming on well and David, who was a sci-fi author, had even started work on his next book.

"But we wanted to come here and tell you something," said Lesley solemnly.

"Is it that you're going to sell the apartment?" Ruth replied.

"Yes, how did you know?" said Lesley. "Do you mind?"

"Of course not. We expected it. Your life is in London, you need a place there."

"Actually that's partly right. We want to buy a place in Wimbledon but to be honest Steven has already made enough commission to do that. What we'd like to do with the money from the apartment is buy a place near Aix."

"You mean near Carole and Fabien?"

"Yes, but not only them, we've made some other friends there. And it's only forty five minutes from you."

"We think it's an excellent idea darling."

"Thank you," said Lesley, relieved. "We've got viewings lined up while we're here, so fingers crossed."

"We've also got something we'd like to ask you." Ruth added. "We want to sell the house in Lincoln and buy somewhere more manageable in Kent. We love Lincoln but it's too difficult to get to from here. I know you wanted to have your wedding blessing there but would you consider having it here in France instead?"

Lesley thought for a moment.

"You know, I really did want a white wedding but I decided that being married to Steven was more important," Lesley said holding my hand. "I love being Mrs Carter and I don't think I really need another ceremony to prove it. So why don't we have a party instead. Then we can celebrate your new house, us being married and Steven graduating."

"That's a wonderful idea Lesley. We'll do that."

After dinner we sat in the living room and chatted in front of a big old fire. Time passed and it got to that awkward point in the evening where we were going to need to make a decision about who was sleeping with whom. We hadn't had sex with Ruth and David for months and, given our history, neither pair was sure if the other pair wanted to. It fell to Lesley to break the deadlock.

"Steven," said Lesley but addressing everyone. "We've not talked about it, but would you mind if I slept with David tonight?"

"Of course I don't," I replied.

"Then that's settled," she said. "We'll say our goodnights then and see you in the morning."

Lesley gave me a kiss and whispered 'thank you' in my ear, then got up and led David by the hand out of the living room.

When they were gone Ruth came over and sat next to me on the sofa.

"She's so much more confident now, isn't she," Ruth said.

"You should see her with Kate and Daniel," I said. "She bosses the two of them around now."

"I don't know," Ruth feigned a sigh. "First she steals my husband then she steals my lover."

"From what I've seen, I think you'll always have a special place in Daniel's affections. You know, you should come back to London more often."

"That's why we want to move house. To make it easier," Ruth replied. "We haven't been back since the summer. I know I said I'd come and visit you. I'm sorry."

"I'd been looking forward to showing you my digs at Uni." I said, putting my arms around her and drawing her closer.

"I'd been looking forward to it too," she said with a slight tinge of sadness. "Next term definitely."

"So have you met anyone since you've been out here?" I asked.

"We have. We met an English couple through a contact magazine. They're about the same age as us, a nice couple. They've introduced us to some of their friends too. It all tends to be foursomes, the occasional house party, that sort of thing. It's nice to be playing more with David although I do miss the excitement of playing by myself and meeting younger guys."

"Well definitely come and visit me next term then. Universities are full of younger guys, oddly enough."

Ruth put her hand on my leg and we kissed tenderly. I couldn't help but reach across and feel her breasts through the tight jumper she was wearing. She let me massage them for a while then lifted the jumper off over her head to reveal a delicate lace bra underneath.

"Now these represent one of the few areas where I can still compete with Lesley," Ruth joked.

Reaching behind her she unhooked her bra and, cupping her breasts, offered them to me.

"Go on," she said. "Suck on them."

I didn't need to be asked twice and sank my head down onto her, sucking hard on her nipples and chewing them gently at the same time. Ruth lay back on the sofa and let me have my fill. Parting her legs, I used my thumb to massage her pussy through the material of her jeans, while I gripped her arse with my fingers. Ruth sighed and pushed herself against me.

I could have played with Ruth's breasts all night but I guess you can have too much of a good thing. Ruth also had other ideas and when I came up for air she got up from the sofa and knelt in front of me. Unbuttoning my fly she pulled my trousers down then held my cock in her hand and licked the head with her tongue. When I was hard she let her tongue trail down my shaft and onto my balls.

Ruth kissed and licked my balls then wrapped her thumb and forefinger around my scrotum and gently squeezed until my testicles stood proud, stretched against their sack. She opened her mouth wide and then took both into her mouth. It was and odd sensation and I could feel her licking and sucking them while she continued to wank my shaft with her free hand. When she released them, Ruth's tongue moved down lower and, pushing my knees up, she began to rim my arse. The sensation of her tongue pushing into my anus was exquisite.

"I'm going to cum if you're not careful," I told her.

"That's exactly what I want you to do," she said, removing her tongue from my arse and replacing it with a wetted finger.

Ruth pushed her forefinger gently into my anus. I felt her slip it inside me up to the knuckle then she started to massage my prostate.

"When you fuck me," she said, "I don't want you worrying about whether you're going to cum too early. So lie back and let me bring you off. Then, when you're ready, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can for as long you can."

I relaxed, closed my eyes and let Ruth get on with it. With her finger in my arse, her mouth was now free to take my cock again and so she got to work on me, fucking me with her lips while stroking my shaft with her free hand.

When I came, it was more of a release than an explosion. I didn't give Ruth any indication it was coming and she spluttered a bit when I emptied myself into her mouth

"I suppose you thought that was funny," she said when she'd swallowed it all.

"You did tell me to lie back and let you bring me off," I reminded her.

Ruth giggled girlishly.

"Now, why don't you take the rest of your clothes off and show me where the bedroom is," I suggested.

Ruth stripped off to reveal a trim body and an all over tan.

"Someone's been looking after themselves," I told her.

"Yes," she said, pleased that I'd noticed. "It's so much easier to stay healthy out here."

She led me to the bedroom and we made out while I waited for my erection to return. Ruth was keen however, stroking my balls as we lay on the bed, hoping to speed up the process. When signs of life returned she wasted no time in going down on me, not stopping until she'd made sure I was hard for her.

What followed was half an hour of very physical fucking. We did it in all of the usual positions but Ruth was after quantity rather than quality. I guess the problem with fucking men her age was that few had the physical stamina of a younger man. While they may well have had other qualities that were just as important, what Ruth needed tonight was to be fucked within an inch of her life. So that's what she got.

To start off with she wanted to do all the work and so she climbed on top and fucked me cowboy style. After she'd brought herself off she let me take over and by the time we'd finished she was like a rag doll, barely able to support her own weight. I pounded away at her mercilessly but despite this Ruth had kept imploring me not to stop. At one point, towards the end, I had her pressed up against the bedroom wall, pounding her from behind. She was so spent however that it was only friction that kept her from sliding down the wall into a heap on the floor. Eventually I came in her as she lay on her tummy.

I let myself go soft before pulling out then lay on the bed beside her. Ruth lay motionless with her face buried in the sheets. I'm not sure if she was recovering or savouring the moment but I couldn't help but laugh when eventually she turned around. Her hair was matted with sweat and her makeup, normally so perfect, had run. I wished I'd had my camera with me. When I told her what had happened she had to get up and sort it out immediately, disappearing into the bathroom and not re-emerging for a good five minutes.

"Now that's one area I can't compete with Lesley on," she said when she returned. "Flawless skin. Don't get old if you can help it. It's no fun," Ruth joked.

She lay on the bed and cuddled up to me.

"Thank you for that," she said. "It was just what I needed. And thank you for coming to visit us. It means a lot, to both David and me."

"You're very welcome, you know we both wanted to come and see you."

"We should never have held onto Lesley as long as we did. David and I both know that it was wrong but in a way it worked out for the best. We're so proud of the two of you now."

"I think it's all worked out pretty well."

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In the morning Ruth and David took us to see their new house. It was still very much a building site but the exterior of the house and its outbuildings had now been finished. Over the winter months the builders would now focus on the interiors, which were just bare shells at the moment. Work hadn't even begun on the outside pool yet or the landscaping so it was going to be a while before the project would be finished but apparently things were pretty much going to plan.

We stopped for lunch with Ruth and David then said our goodbyes telling them that we'd see them again soon, but not quite knowing when that would be. Lesley got a bit emotional as we parted and unusually so did Ruth. Lesley was very quiet in the car as we drove south.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked.

"Can you pull over?" Lesley asked.

I pulled over and turned the engine off then Lesley reached over and hugged me tightly. When she finally let go I could see that there were tears in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" I said.

"Nothing's the matter," she said. "I was just thinking what my life would have been like if I hadn't met you."

"I'd have found you somehow," I said.

"I hope so."

"Are you ready to carry on?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied giving me a kiss.

It was late afternoon when we got to Carole and Fabien's house. They were pleased to see us but nowhere near as pleased as Donald and Mickey, their two Rhodesian Ridgebacks. Donald was beside himself and ran between Lesley and me wanting attention from both of us, while Mickey wagged his tail ferociously and let us take turns stroking him.

Only when the two dogs had calmed down could we get anywhere near our hosts. I gave Carole a big hug first then we kissed. She sighed into my mouth as we did and it felt like she'd melted into my arms. Carole had done that thing where she'd tried to look casual in tight fitting jeans and jumper but had in fact spent ages making sure she looked just right.

"You look gorgeous," I said to her, grabbing her bottom at the same time, which caused her to squeal excitedly.

"You look like you've been in a fight," she said with mock disapproval. "Tell me all about it."

"I'll leave that to the story teller among us," I said looking at Lesley. "But we should wait until dinner because it's a cracker of a tale and you're going to want to hear this."

Carole turned to Lesley, who had now also finished kissing Fabien. The two girls hugged and kissed.