That night saw Charlie eat a take away and drink too much wine; and watch the second of the adult DVDs he had borrowed. Whilst it still didn't totally arouse him, the script and setting was much better than the old "blue movies" he had seen years ago and the other one he had rented.
For a moment he wondered what was going on in Barry and Sue's house. He didn't see it as a 'revenge fuck'; it hadn't been part of any plan, but it had been good and it had been fun, and both consenting adults had enjoyed it, and it was unlikely to break Barry's marriage; unless she told him or they did it regularly and got caught.
Doing it regularly was OK; getting caught filled him with horror.
He thought about Mary, the lovely landlord. He didn't mind her being screwed by another man as it was with him there and it didn't impact their relationship; it wasn't done deceitfully and behind the scenes.
He wondered if she had met someone else. There was a hint of jealousy, before he admonished himself as he had no right to be jealous, they didn't have that type of relationship, and anyway, in the three day he had been back, he had screwed two different women!
A little drunk he went to bed, sleeping fitfully, his mind unable to switch off with concerns yet also excitement about what adventures and challenges lay ahead of him.
His sleep was broken by the phone ringing.
"Hello," he answered sleepily.
"It's Sue, did I wake you?"
"Oh, hi; what time is it?"
"Just gone 9.00."
"Oh."
"I just wanted to phone to see how you are," she hesitatingly said, adding "and we need to talk."
"Oh, problem?"
"Don't know, just something Barry said last night; more to the point how he said it."
"What was it?" Charlie tried to stifle a yawn.
"Can I see you, would be easier than over the phone."
Charlie inwardly groaned; had he started something here; did he have a bunny boiler on his hands?
"Ok, how about this afternoon, 3.00ish?"
"Great, but I have to be back before Barry gets home at 5.00."
Damn, he thought, that's two hours; he might get a shag but did he want the grief that might go with it?
"OK see you at 3.00."
Just before 3.00 the door bell went. Charlie opened it to find Sue, dressed in a low cut top, skin tight jeans and a dazzling smile.
"Hi Charlie," she stepped in and kissed him on the lips.
"Hi Sue, coffee or something stronger?"
"Let's live dangerously, wine?"
"Take a seat," he gestured towards the lounge.
Returning with an open bottle and two glasses, he poured the wine and sat in the armchair.
"Frightened of sitting next to me?" Sue said patting the seat next to her, "You weren't frightened of me yesterday," she added in a flirtatious voice.
Charlie smiled and sat next to her.
"So what did Barry say then?" Charlie said, getting straight to the point.
"Well, it's not what he said, it's the way he said it."
"Go on."
"Well," taking a sip of wine, "he asked how much longer we stayed at the tennis club and what we did next. I said about an hour. We then left and I had a coffee with you at yours, and then came home. I also accused him of not trusting me."
She ran her hand up Charlie's leg..."As if eh?" she mocked.
"He then asked about Jane; and it was as if he knew you guys were splitting up; as I said it's not what he said it was they way he said it."
"Oh, strange," Charlie said.
"Yes, he kept asking how much you spoke about her; how long she had been at her Mothers; did you seem upset that she was at her Mothers; did you ask about him, that I really found strange, and had you discussed having another dinner party."
"Yes, very strange questions," Charlie said trying not to smile.
"Anyway, he didn't have a clue or didn't guess anything from what I said and didn't ask any more questions."
"Good."
"So are we going to finish this wine here and then go to bed, or are we going to bed and taking the wine with us?"
"You are forward aren't you," mocked Charlie. "I have never been so shocked in my life."
"I bet that is not the case" she smiled, squeezing his leg and moving her hand to the top of his inner thigh.
"And what would Madam prefer?" Charlie, now beginning to feel aroused, asked.
"Take the wine upstairs now."
Charlie stood up, lifted her up by the hand and grabbing the dinks, went upstairs.
Sue followed and as soon as he put the drinks down, hugged and kissed him passionately, breaking off to say "I feel so randy and I want you and I want you to take me any way, any how and be as naughty as you like."
He returned her kiss and started feeling her all over through her clothes, her moans now filling the room.
They were both soon naked, her on her back, his head between her open legs, licking and sucking her open and soaking wet pussy, his hands on her breasts tweaking her erect nipples.
She was moaning loudly as she pushed herself against his long and enquiring tongue. He moved upwards a bit, licking and stroking her clit, standing to attention demanding attention. Her moaning increased its volume as her climax approached.
Copious amounts of fluid escaped her open hole, training down her cheeks and across her rosebud and onto the sheet.
Relentless he licked her clit until the inevitable happened and she tensed and came with a gigantic scream and stiffening of her body."
"Fucking hell!" she cried; "You know where the buttons are don't you?" as she recovered from the exertion of the orgasm.
Without answering he gently licked her outerpussy lips, keeping her arousal at a high level.
He started to go lower, covering her still pulsating hole and lower towards her rear entrance.
"Naughty boy" she murmured, aware of his intentions; but lifting herself up and opening her legs even wider to help him.
"That's uncharted territory Charlie."
Taking no notice of her, but aware that she wasn't stopping him, her put a finger deep in her wet pussy, before making her ring wet; doing this a few times, she was ready for further exploring.
He pushed gently against the virgin hole; she pushed against him, opening up enough for his finger to enter a bit.
More vaginal fluid and more gentle pushing had his finger in and fucking her rear end.
"Oh, that's so naughty" she said. She was unsure of her feelings. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange and very erotic. He clearly enjoyed it so it was OK with her.
"We need some more lubrication," he smiled, having a brief flashback to Mary and the KY in the drawer beside the bed.
"Don't go away," he said, jumping off the bed, leaving her on the bed, naked, with her legs lewdly spread.
He ran to the kitchen and found some olive oil; good enough for the Italians, good enough for him he mused.
Running back upstairs, he resumed his position as she put down her glass of wine; with a hand full of oil, he rubbed it over and in her rear door, her enjoyment increasing with the sounds of the rude fingering in her arse.
"Are you going to fuck me there?" she asked, with a hint of concern, or was it fear, in her voice.
"Yes, I am," he replied; clearly the master of his destiny.
He turned her over and grabbed his rock hard prick.
