That Saturday night had set the scene for what was to become a nightly ritual for the next 2 weeks. At bedtime Angie and Peter would shower, put on their pyjamas, and descend the stairs into the lounge, where Minnie, their landlady, would be sitting, either reading a book or watching television. By now Peter knew the routine. He would paddle over to Minnie and stand patiently beside her chair. Angie would stand at the doorway, projecting her best frown. She was a reluctant spectator in this whole charade, and she despised the hold that Minnie had over her husband (a hold, both figuratively and literally!).
Nonchalantly Minnie would reach out and grip Peter's penis over his pyjama bottoms. If it failed to respond, she beamed them her best smile and bid them both goodnight. If his penis did respond, which was more often than not, Minnie would tilt her head and nod. She didn't have to say anything. Peter would untie the cord of his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. His landlady would squeeze tight and then pump him. Sometimes she was gentle, other times she pumped so hard that his eyes watered.
Even though he would try to hold back, he would ejaculate quickly into Minnie's hand. Angie knew it was her task to fetch the tissue, and even though she hated doing it, she knew that the quicker she did her little job the sooner they would be able to say goodnight to their landlady.
Angie could not believe that her love life was disappearing into the palm of her landlady's hand, all apparently for the sake of a good nights sleep. She had no desire to live a life of celibacy. Minnie had already informed them several nights earlier that when she felt they were ready for it she would allow them to have sex, but they must seek her permission before hand. Angie almost screamed in disbelief. 'The cheek of the woman,' she silently fumed. 'She might have a hold over my husband, but she won't control me!'
Two weeks after the nightly ritual had begun Angie saw her chance. For one of the few times Minnie had ventured out for the evening and had not returned by 10.00pm. Angie and Peter were in the lounge watching a movie. Angie went to the window and peered through the curtains. No sign of Minnie's car in the driveway. Hastily she turned off the television, which caused her husband to protest that he was watching the movie. Angie ignored him, instead grabbing him by the arm and hauling him upstairs.
By the time they reached the bedroom Angie had reached under her dress and wrenched off her knickers. She felt so damn randy as it seemed like an age since she had had sex. She threw herself onto their bed and tried to haul her resisting husband down on top of her
"No honey, we can't," Peter protested, "Minnie told us we can't have sex without her permission."
"To hell with Minnie." With that Angie sat up and pulled her dress over her head and quickly removed her bra so that she was totally naked. She well knew that her husband was always totally turned by the sight of her naked body. She had been a competitive swimmer until recently and had the characteristic broad shoulders, beautifully formed, petite 32 inch breasts, narrow waist and long muscular legs that seemed to go forever. Her blond hair was layered and shoulder length. Angie was rightly well proud of her body.
Predictably, Peter's resistance quickly melted away. He swiftly removed his jeans and boxers, and laughingly threw himself on the bed. He quickly entered his wife and could not believe how wet she was. He realised how tough the past two weeks of deprivation must have been on her. In no time they both erupted in a noisy chorus of groaning and moaning, both wishing the ecstasy of their orgasms could last forever. Afterwards they climbed under the sheets and enjoyed the feeling of sleeping naked, without the hindrance of their flannelette pyjamas.
The next morning, which was a Sunday, Angie awoke late, and peered over at her still sleeping husband. She smiled to herself. She felt good, especially about the fact she had got one over her landlady. It felt like a great victory, akin to when she won a race at a big swim meet. She was tempted to awaken Peter and have sex with him again, but decided not to push her luck. Instead she showered and dressed, and went downstairs for some breakfast. When she came across Minnie in the kitchen she couldn't help but give a self-satisfied smile.
"You look like the cat that just got the cream," Minnie chirped.
'If only she knew,' Angie thought smugly to herself
Following a day spent at the beach and a cheap meal at a local restaurant the newly weds returned. Minnie was snuggled up in her favourite chair reading a Jefferson Parker novel. Peter and Angie showered, reluctantly put on their flannelette pyjamas, and ventured back downstairs to say goodnight to their landlady. Awkwardly Peter went and stood in front of his landlady. He was pretty sure that following last night's sex that his penis would behave and remain flaccid.
He stood in front of his landlady, but she made no move to reach out and grip his penis. In fact she totally ignored him. Peter glanced over at Angie and frowned. Angie shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, but underneath her calm veneer she was becoming concerned. Something was up, and it made her nervous.
After what seemed like an eternity Minnie put her book down and looked up at Peter, before slowly shifting her gaze to Angie. Angie could feel herself beginning to sweat, and cursed herself for not being stronger.
"Come over here, Angie." Minnie beckoned for her to stand in front of her beside Peter.
Angie briefly flirted with the thought of refusing, but instead found herself shuffling across the carpet to stand beside her husband. She was so close she could smell Minnie's perfume, but didn't have the courage to look her in the eye. Again she cursed her own weakness. It shouldn't be like this. She was a proud, independent woman, well able to stand up for herself. She had been the main instigator in persuading Peter to elope and travel to New Zealand. She saw herself as strong and independent, not weak and subservient.
"Look at me, Angie," Minnie's voice was quiet but carried authority. Angie forced herself to look up at her landlady.
"You had sex last night." It was not said as a question, but a statement of fact.
Peter opened his mouth to utter a denial, but Minnie raised her hand. "I am talking to Angie. Please don't lie to me, young lady."
