Moving-in and Christening
Helen and I took a week off from our jobs for the move, hiring removalists for the Monday, which gave us the week-end to pack things and then several days in which we could leisurely sort out just where everything was to go. The extra pieces of furniture we'd bought had been held in store for us and rather than risk having them arrive before we had actually finished getting everything out of Helen's flat, we arranged for those to arrive during the afternoon.
I half expected something to go wrong but for once my worries were totally unfounded, the removalists arrived on time and by lunch-time even though most rooms had a pile of boxes waiting to be unpacked we were alone together in what was to be our new home. Realising that it would take us time to sort out the kitchen Helen had put together a picnic basket the night before and as it was a warm, sunny day we had our lunch out in the garden, neither of us saying very much and I guessed that she, like myself, was absorbed in thoughts about our life together in our new home.
Soon after we'd finished our new furniture arrived so by the time Barbara arrived home from work, apart from the fact that there were still unpacked boxes in the corner of just about every room, we had the place looking quite presentable and after we had dinner all three of us worked together to do the trickier jobs like hanging curtains and blinds. By the time for bed caught up with us neither Helen nor I had enough energy left for a physically heavy session, putting ourselves to sleep with some slow, gentle but still very satisfying love-making.
Tuesday was spent with more unpacking and shifting things around and by the end of that day although by then we were both tired of humping things about, we were reasonably well settled-in and over dinner that night the three of us discussed arrangements for the house-warming party we had planned for the coming Saturday.
'I won't be home on Friday night, Steve's taking me to the theatre and I'll stay over at his place afterwards - but I'll get here early Saturday morning to help Mum. Oh, and by the way, I won't be home tomorrow night either. We're having a quiet, little dinner together - if you know what I mean!'
'That'll be fun darling. And Saturday morning will be fine too, there won't be that much to do, I've ordered a lot of the food, Roger will be picking it up Saturday and I'll pre-cook the other things Friday, then just re-heat them as we need it. You're taking care of the drinks aren't you lover.'
'Yes. I'll pick that up on Friday, along with the extra glasses and things we'll need. Have we got the final numbers yet?'
Apart from the obvious people and mutual friends, we had each invited a few people from where we worked and when we added-up the positive acceptances we had received it looked as though there'd be more than fifty people coming sometime during the evening.
Later that night, as we were getting ready for bed Helen produced a couple of video tapes.
'I found these when I was packing our things from the wardrobe - I didn't know you had them, are they any good?'
To be honest I had completely forgotten I had them and explained to Helen that during the week-end she had left Barbara and I together I had found out that Barbara got turned-on by the thought of watching people having sex. I had half jokingly suggested that if that was the case, I should buy some porno videos for her and had been even more surprised when she answered that might be a good idea.
The following week, quite by chance I found a men's magazine lying around at work, as I casually flicked through it I saw it was almost full of advertisements for that kind of video, which reminded me of what we'd said and I took the magazine back to my office to see just what sort of things were available. Although I guessed that most of the descriptions of the contents were a bit over the top I picked a couple that included phrases like, 'suitable for couples' and sent off for them.
Then of course as Barbara's involvement with Steve intensified she and I hadn't had any more time together and I had quickly forgotten all about them - so when Helen asked me what they were like I had to admit that I had never actually looked at them.
'Well in that case we'll watch them together. That's something we haven't done before. It might be fun, maybe exciting - and we might learn something too.'
I couldn't really imagine that there was much left for us to learn but agreed it might be fun, if nothing else we might get a laugh or at least a giggle out of them and so the following evening, as we knew Barbara wasn't coming home, after we'd eaten and cleared the things away we settled down to our own blue movie show.
I imagine most of the those kind of movies are much the same, not too much plot, pretty poor standards of acting and production, just focusing on tits, arse, pussy and cocks and the various combinations of them. But even though we found large chunks of the movies relatively boring and were very grateful for the fast-forward button, there were a couple of sections that we both found were actually pretty sexy.
The second one was a good deal better than the first and in that the main female character was some sort of sex-therapist, one who believed in demonstrating rather than explaining solutions to people's problems. One of her cases involved a girl whose boy-friend never bothered to consider her real needs, a classic 'wham-bang-thank-you-ma'm' kind of lover. The therapist's solution was to show him what it felt like to be constantly aroused and then left hanging in frustration and then teaching him how it was possible for him to get even more pleasure for himself, by holding off from climaxing while he took a bit longer over fore-play with his girl-friend. To demonstrate that she had to work him up to a high state of sexual arousal, getting him to the very brink of climaxing - and then stopping - and doing that over and over again, using different parts of her body each time.
The idea of that really appealed to me and as she had a particularly gorgeous body I found that as I watched her working him over - and imagined it was me that was on the receiving end - I developed a really strong erection.
Helen liked that section too but was even more excited by a part that I thought was a bit improbable, involving a young couple who went to the therapist for advice and guidance, because they were both still virgins. She agreed to teach them and that of course provided the opportunity for various sorts of three way sex. I couldn't get the improbability of the set-up out of my mind so although the images were certainly very powerful and vaguely reminded me of some of the marvellous times I'd had with Helen and Barbara I didn't get as much out of it as Helen did.
But by the time the movie had finished we were both more than ready for the real thing - and provided each other with performances just as dramatically successful as anything we had seen on the screen. Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms she reminded me of something I had said some weeks earlier, when she had been upset to hear about Charles and Maureen's activities in the attic and Barbara had calmed her by saying that within a few weeks of moving in we'd have so many memories of our own activities that she would have completely forgotten the incident.
'You said - 'Weeks! I've got plans for the first few days!' Well, whether it was planned or not, tonight was marvellous, a wonderful start to what I'm sure will be a series of wonderful, wonderful times together in our new home darling.'
As luck would have it Saturday morning was overcast and showery, which made the job of picking up the food for the party a bit of a hassle but when I returned I found Barbara had arrived and so with the three of us working together by lunch-time we had finished everything that could be done and rested for an hour or two before starting to get ourselves ready for the party.
Although we had each met the other's friends during the time we had been together there were also several new faces amongst the people that arrived, Barbara had invited several from where she worked and two or three models she knew, who quite understandably were the centre of attention for most of the men.
Maureen came of course and when I gave her a welcoming kiss on the cheek she somehow managed to take my hand in hers, gently squeezing it with those incredibly long, soft fingers, instantly reminding me of the effect they'd had on me that other Saturday. Memories that were so powerful that I found myself fleetingly wondering if there would be an opportunity for a repeat performance - but as Charles had conveniently come without his wife, he and Maureen quickly got together.
It looked as though all the women had made the party an excuse to buy something new - and to provide the men with a tempting feast of flesh. Barbara's model friends seemed to have competed with each other as to which could wear the shortest skirt and gave the leg men some heart-stopping views. Maureen and Barbara both wore outfits that featured and displayed the swelling curves of their breasts and there were very few times when they didn't have at least a couple of men staring down their mouth-watering cleavage.
