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Chapter 61
Helen Returns Home
I don't think either of us stirred very much that night and I have no memory of dreaming but the following morning, like most men, I woke with one of those so called piss-proud erections. I was frankly amazed to see and feel it in such apparently good shape after all the work it had done during the previous couple of days.
Barbara was already up and as I lay there quietly for a few minutes I thought back over what had happened since Helen had left for work on the Friday - and realised that since then I had in fact climaxed seven times!
The exhilarating foot-job Barbara had given me when we returned from lunch that day and the double climax I'd had later that night, when she'd got me to wear her slightly modified panty-hose. The 'morning glory' we'd had early Saturday. Maureen's hand-job at the exhibition. The fast and furious fuck in the yard behind the restaurant - and finally the massive load I'd pumped up Barbara's arse just a few hours earlier.
And I had literally lost count of the number of times in between those, when my cock had been brought to either a partial or full erection.
Just as I swung myself out of bed to go to the bath-room Barbara came back in with a cup of tea and of course got an eyeful of my cock.
'There's no doubt about you.' she said, with a wistful, almost longing look on her face as she put the cup down on the bed-side table. 'You've got more stamina than many, even younger men. I'd love to take advantage of that. But.' she added in a tone that indicated she'd also love me to disagree with her. 'I've had far more than my fair share already, Mum will be home this evening, so we have to leave something for her. Don't we?'
'Yes we do Barbara. And though it may look fighting fit, I can assure you that after the work-out you've given it over the last couple of days, if I'm not going to disappoint her it'll need all the rest I can give it today.
Anyway, you've got Steve to look forward to this evening.'
'I doubt I'll be much good to him today, after what you did to me last night I've got a very sore rear-end.'
'Oh Barbara, I'm sorry.' I said, my voice reflecting my very genuine concern.
'Don't worry.' she said reassuringly as she bent to kiss me. 'That was exactly what I wanted. I wouldn't have missed it, any of it, for anything.
Now, to be really fair to Mum, we'd better make sure we get all the chores done before she gets home. I'll have some breakfast ready for us in about fifteen minutes so why don't we eat, then shoulders to the wheel, noses to the grind-stone.'
After a quick breakfast we set to and cleaned the flat, got the washing done and fixed all the other day-to-day chores around the place. Then, while Barbara put some finishing touches to her plans for the house I showered then went out and bought some flowers and a few things to go with Helen's welcome home dinner that night. So it was several hours later, when we sat down for a late lunch, before Barbara and I really had a chance to talk to each other.
'It really was a great couple of days, wasn't it Roger.' she said after we'd been eating for a few minutes. 'We've got a lot to thank Mum for.'
'It certainly was - and yes we have.'
'Which was your favourite time?' she asked, so eagerly that I couldn't hold back a chuckle as I answered.
'I'll assume your referring to the times we had sex - and in that case I don't think I'd like to try and pick a favourite Barbara, each time was so different - and each was special in its own way.
How about you?'
'I know what you mean - and in a way I agree with you, each time was fantastic. But last night has to be the most memorable.'
'Even after the soreness wears off?' I asked with another chuckle.
'Yes even after that, you brute!' she said laughingly. 'It'll always be special because yet again it was just as though you were able to read my mind.'
'What exactly do you mean by that?'
'Well, while we were out I'd been thinking about the things we'd done together - and then thought about what we hadn't, what I'd like you to do - and when we got up here, you did it, just as though you'd read my thoughts.'
'When were you having those thoughts?'
'Oh, in the cab, on the way home.'
'I thought you were tired.'
'You thought I was drunk you mean.' she giggled.
'Well yes, I did think the wine had gone to your head, you said so in fact.'
'Oh it had, I admit I was a bit tipsy - but just enough to free-up my thoughts - and my thoughts were a mix of five memories.'
'Five?'
'Yes. One - that last evening at Mike's - I mean before he beat me so hard - how excited I got when he was just smacking me. Two - the incredible climax I had that time you smacked me. Three - the memory of the time you tied me up, down by the river. Four - the time I caught you and Mum at it in the kitchen, you know, when you were fucking her arse, and of course how it felt for me, the previous night, when you came the second time, when you had your cock up mine.
I was day-dreaming about somehow having all those sensations combined into one. Combining to give me a sort of super-climax.
And that's exactly what you did - as I said, it was just as though you'd read my thoughts. It was marvellous Roger, absolutely marvellous!'
'For me too remember. But then the whole time has been - from the first night, when you got me to wear your re-designed panty-hose. The week-end has been simply fantastic, all of it.'
'We certainly made the most of the opportunity Mum gave us, didn't we.' she said, grinning across the table at me.
'We certainly did. But you didn't keep your promise.'
'What promise?'
'That you'd wear your new cat-suit for me - remember what you said when I suggested it Friday evening? You said. 'I'd love to wear it for you - but it's not terribly practical for sitting around in. I'll put on something a bit more comfortable for now, keep it for later, to revive your flagging spirits.' Remember all that?'
'Of course I do - and I'm sorry we never got around to it. But to be fair, I never really noticed your spirits flagging too much.' Adding with a cheeky grin. 'You seem to have had an almost permanent erection anyway, without too much extra encouragement from me.'
'O.K. that's fair comment - but one day.'
'Maybe Roger, but we might not get another opportunity.'
I wasn't sure exactly what she meant but as I didn't want to probe too deeply right then, I ignored the comment, asking instead. 'But more importantly just now, have you got everything ready for this evening, for when you meet Steve?'
'I've tried the outfit on, it's fine - the plans are all done - so I guess I'm all set.'
'May I ask what are you going to wear underneath the new outfit?' I asked - and noticed that she hesitated before answering.
'I was thinking about wearing that new set of undies, the one you saw me in. But I won't if you'd rather I didn't.' she added hastily.
I vividly remembered how she'd looked - the stunning contrast between the whiteness of her skin and the black, silky material, the half cup bra lifting her luscious breasts, highlighting the deep valley, displaying the full swell of their curves and nipples. Below, the minute bikini panties, merely a vee-shaped piece of material that barely covered the full swell of her mound, its sides fitting high on her hip, making her legs appear even longer. And of course below that the black, self-supporting stockings, fitting high up her thighs. Then, completing the almost fantasy-like outfit, the black, high-heeled shoes, which made her look even more sexy. I also remembered the effect that just looking at her had had on me, how I'd felt sure I could have come from simply looking at her - or at least from looking and imagining the feel of those beautiful, silkily stockinged legs being wrapped around some part of me.
'Do you mind Roger?' I heard her ask when I'd remained silently lost in thought for too long.
'Oh! Oh sorry Barbara - I was remembering all too clearly how you'd looked. Just recalling the picture you made had almost as powerful an effect on me as actually seeing you like that did. But no, of course I don't mind, I've had my treat, give Steve his.
But you said you were still sore from last night?'
She giggled shyly then explained. 'I don't really expect it to matter too much tonight Roger. But just in case I've been putting plenty of cream on myself during the day.'
'I'll be amazed if he doesn't make a move - and even more amazed if you rebuff him.'
'Fair comment - but that doesn't mean he'll want it that way, not the first time anyway.'
'True - but you might.' I said, giving her a knowing grin.
'Oh I can bide my time Roger. Find out a bit more about him before I try that. After all I've known you for months, fucked with you many, many times - and it's only this week-end that we've done it that way.'
'You've never mentioned it before.'
'You've never seemed to want it.'
'Maybe I'm a bit shy about actually asking.'
'Why?'
'Well let me ask why haven't you asked me to do it that way for you?'
'Yes, I see what you mean. Silly isn't it.' she paused for a few moments, obviously deep in thought, then asked. 'Is there anything else, something you'd really like, that you haven't got around to asking for?'
'I can't think of anything, we seem to have tried most things Barbara.'
'Mmm.'
'How about you?'