Author's note.
This is the last chapter of the current series.
**
Waking up in my son's old bed, two things hit me immediately, I'm alone and I desperately need a pee.
The rest, a throbbing head and my filthy physical condition filter through at a slower speed. It's seven on sunday morning and I've laid in, suffering from insomnia I'm usually up much earlier but the previous night's excesses have acted like a sleeping pill.
Gingerly getting up out of bed, I head straight for the bathroom while cursing myself inwardly for not having a shower last night, I stink of sweat and cum, my hair is matted and my inner thighs are covered in dried spunk.
As I'm crossing the landing I can hear that our shower is in use, suspecting Danny I open our bedroom door a crack to confirm, and there is my hubby still flat out, face down and spread-eagled naked on the bed breathing heavily.
So it was true, John had slept through what myself and young Danny got up to late last night.
Pulling our bedroom door back to, I enter the bathroom where warmth and steam greet me, the light is on and a man's silhouette can be seen behind the shower curtain.
Announcing my presence, Danny greets me then apologises for using our shower, stating that he feels cheeky.
"Don't be daft love...our house is your house you can have a shower if you want...I'm just having a wee so don't peek if your squeamish."
Danny chuckles, he doesn't peek but does go on to tell me why he's in the shower, as if needing to provide some explanation.
Again I assure him it's fine, then, getting up off the toilet I declare my intention to join him under the water.
Pulling back the curtain and stepping in I'm met with the sight of a guy way too young for me to have spent the night with, I thought that my ex boyfriend Chris was youthful and he was twenty but Danny is two years younger and certainly looks it.
Drawing the curtain closed behind me, Danny, always the gentleman, relinquishes his turn under the water for me and we carefully swap places.
He doesn't attempt to touch me yet, choosing instead to wait and watch while I wash my hair.
After rinsing off the conditioner I open my eyes to see that Danny has had a reaction to my nude presence. Letting my gaze linger upon his erection for a moment I then look up with a grin, "I see our friend is back."
Danny grins bashfully, glancing down at himself before replying, "I can't help it...it happens whenever I'm near you aunty Pippa."
With the lad beginning to come out of his shell with me, a sense of humour is developing, not to mention a kinky side to this still quite naive young man.
Asking Danny to pass me the shower gel, I get him to hold out his hands while I squeeze an amount into them, then suggest that he washes my boobs for me.
There's no hesitation and he eagerly applies the gel, gazing excitedly at what he's doing, he soon has a thick bubbly lather all over my bosoms and my nipples stood out erect and swollen in response to his fondling.
While we're both enjoying the experience, I put some more of the gel into my hand and lower it to Danny's balls, causing a flinch from my young friend, and as I begin to massage the slippery substance into his scrotum he shifts position, standing with his legs further apart to allow me better access.
Making sure to avoid Danny's hard shaft so we don't have any premature accidents I continue to caress the lad's balls, using my nails to further stimulate.
Talking in a low voice I tell Danny how much I enjoyed his company last night, making mention of his blossoming confidence with me and the fact he took me all the way by himself.
By now, he's begun making little gasping noises in response to my affections, some of which interrupt his reply that he believes he lasted longer because he had already come so much over the course of the night, but also alludes to the possibility that he did better because there was no pressure from the other's presence.
What happened in private between us last night has planted an idea in my head, a very kinky idea. I don't tell Danny what I'm thinking right away but do ask him to keep last night's secret tango between us just that, a secret for now.
Giving his balls a little squeeze before letting go, I then rinse the lather off both myself and the boy, before asking if he trusts me?
He nods while gazing wide eyed back at me, "Good." My simple reply is followed by a sensual embrace where our mouths lock tightly together, and our tongues entwine.
Breaking away and making a hush gesture with forefinger to my lips, I proceed to get down onto my knees facing him and take Danny's stiff cock into my mouth.
There's another flinch and hands on my head ready to push me away, but within seconds this tiny bit of resistance is gone, and within a moment I have him trembling and jerking as he squirts a load to the back of my throat.
The experience leaves Danny panting and lost for words, just managing a whispered, 'thank you' as I leave the shower to him, reminding him not to say anything about last night to uncle Glen or John...as what I have planned requires discretion.
**
Later that morning we all have breakfast together, the smell of my full english wafting around the house soon has hubby and Glen stirring from their slumber.
After breakfast we take Danny and his uncle back to Glen's flat, we have family coming over for sunday dinner so they need to make themselves scarce and we need to tidy up.
My son Steve and his girlfriend Nat are our guests for the rest of the day, it's a rare visit as we hardly see them these days. After a dinner of beef stew and dumplings we retire to the lounge where we chat easily together right into the early evening, the pair not leaving until almost seven.
It's a very enjoyable visit and a welcome distraction to what's been on my mind regarding Danny. Not that what I'm considering troubles me, but I'm finding the idea such a turn on that it is distracting.
My plan is quite simple, ever since Danny had me in my son's old bed while John and Glen slept through it, I've not been able to think of much else.
The thought that both men were oblivious to our carnal activities gave it a special quality, one which I intend to experience again.
During the course of our journey, John has always known when I've been with someone else, there is perhaps the occasional exception, for instance Barry, the dirty old man who used to live next door to my elderly boyfriend Sammy.
John knew I had strong sexual urges regarding Barry but he didn't know I was going to actually do anything until after it had happened.
It's no secret that John has encouraged me to 'entertain' a lover in his absence, for example while he's at work. My hubby finding it a huge thrill to know what I'm doing with this other man back at home...in our bed.
Taking this kink further, During past intimate conversations between us, John revealed that it would be a big turn on if I were to take a 'secret' lover.
The way this would work is that I would actively seek out a guy, perhaps through the email pal site. Whereas normally we'd select a 'mate' for me together, this time John would play no part in the process, and most of my progress would be kept secret from him.
The initial contact with a suitable man would also be kept secret, perhaps using a night out with my friends as an excuse for my absence.
All John would know is that I'd begun searching for someone and that I was corresponding with a guy, nothing else.
This would add a new dimension to the whole experience, allowing John's imagination to run riot...had she or hadn't she?...and who with?...younger?...older?...black?...white?...asain?...or maybe there was more than one?
After a few weeks of meeting up with this mystery man, I would then reveal all to hubby. However, we never put the idea into practice, it would have been dangerous to just go off like that without John knowing anything.
But now, here with Danny, I had a chance to have some fun safely, all without John's knowledge.
I would tell him of course, after a little while, just like the original fantasy. And so I put my plan into action, later that night after Steve and Nat had gone home and John was watching a film on telly, I phoned Danny and put him in the picture.
The lad was initially worried about going behind John's back, but I assured him my hubby would be fine with it. In the end he didn't take much convincing, and we arranged to meet the next morning, while John was at work.
I would phone into work sick, requesting that morning off and Danny would tell his uncle he was going for a bike ride, which was technically true as the youngster was using his bicycle to get to our house.
Monday morning came and I bid my hubby a good day, we kissed and I pretended to head off for the bus stop and work, but I actually went to a local park and spent the half hour waiting for John to leave the house on a bench.
Once back in our empty house I didn't have long to wait for Danny. The youngster was clearly nervous and asked several times if I was sure John wouldn't mind, also expressing concern for my hubby's unexpected return from work.
Actually Danny's anxious state made the whole thing more realistic...our secret little 'affair'.
