Strange title for a story.
Many, many years ago I read a letter in a men's magazine with that title and the couples involved reminded me of a couple of people I worked with. They even drove the same cars.
It was probably only a dozen shortish paragraphs and was about how a brother and sister in an MG sports car had broken down and were rescued by a married couple in a mini. The husband got a blowjob from the sister and the brother fucked the wife on the grass verge. There was no build up and the letter ended just after the brief sex.
I lost the magazine a long time ago but the basics of the story have always stayed in my mind and formed the inspiration for this much longer version with the action taking place in a holiday cottage.
So this is with thanks to that original writer. I don't who you are but I have kept your original title as a mark of respect.
A brief note on terminology. I have tried to use '70s descriptions. So, for example, we now all know what a "spit-roast" is, but I don't remember the term ever being used at the time so I haven't used it here. After 50 years my memory of what slang we used in the British Midlands is a bit hazy, so I will no doubt have got some items wrong. One deliberate change is in my avoiding the word fanny in deference to American readers. It was the most often used term at the time but means something completely different in the USA. I know most American readers can make that adjustment, but I think it reads just that bit easier if they don't have to.
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They talk about the swinging sixties. That may have been true for the London set, but it was the very late '60s and early '70s before that permissiveness really filtered out into the rest of the country. Micro-mini skirts, see through blouses and hot-pants that looked like a small pair of knickers. Bras were only worn by larger breasted young women who really needed the support and not always then. Those were the visible signs, but it was the pill that made the really big difference. There was a sudden and massive change in the way women considered sex. Something that had been bottled up had now been given a good shake and the cap removed.
I'm Ray and I was 23 and married to a beautiful 20 year old called Lesley. When we started dating she was still at school and was at that stage referred to as gawky. Then, as she grew older she blossomed into an incredibly beautiful woman. She was tiny, about 5 foot 1, slim and with blonde shoulder-length hair usually worn in an imitation of one of Vidal Sassoon's geometric cuts. Her breasts were small but perky with prominent long nipples. She seldom wore a bra and when she did they were wispy little things worn more for decorative effect than anything. She loved skimpy or translucent tops.
The most spectacular thing about her though, were her legs. She may have been small but her legs were really slim and so long they looked as if they went all the way up to her armpits. She favoured micro-mini skirts with skimpy knickers and she enjoyed bending over to give men a quick flash of her arse and legs. She was insatiable and had a wide-eyed look that said "You want to do what to me you pervert? Oh, OK. And then do it again just in case I like it."
People we worked with threw a lot of house parties. Nothing sinister; just birthdays, house-warming and any excuse we could come up with. Most of us did not have children so it was loud music, late nights and lots and lots of alcohol.
Lesley and I would have a couple of drinks and then split up and find other people to "snog". As the night wore on this would usually turn into groping and a lot of fumbling under clothing. Feeling breasts was pretty much a given, hands in knickers was reasonably common and I had managed to insert a couple of fingers on a number of occasions. I once even got a handjob from a secretary who was a fair few years older than me.
I'm pretty sure Lesley went further and even gave a couple of blowjobs. They were "don't ask, don't tell" situations but Lesley was often giggly when I asked if she had enjoyed herself. I was most suspicious of those few nights when she would not kiss me on the way home but waited until she got changed for bed and had brushed her teeth. We constantly honed our oral skills on each other and Lesley was rightly proud of her ability.
We were young, constantly horny and like most similar couples at the time eager to push those boundaries our parents used to worry about. Britain had started to get Color Climax films smuggled in and men would arrange stag evenings where we would borrow an 8mm projector, meet down the pub and get drunk then go back to a mate's house to watch them. The good ones were watched 3 or 4 times. Each film was about 10 minutes long but they were a hell of an eye opener for most of us younger men at the time. It gave us ideas that we were sure we would never get to carry out.
Turns out that some of us were wrong
Like most young married couples Lesley and I did not have much money. Firms considered adulthood to start at 21 and wages for anyone below that age were minimal. Because of this we had very little in savings but now that I was older I was finally earning enough to have bought a car. It was an old mini, one of the early ones with sliding windows and a door opening mechanism that was a plastic covered cable. Like most cars of the time it was basic and it was essential to know how it worked in order to keep it running. Most young couples at the time did not own a car so I considered myself lucky.
A friend at work had told me about a country cottage on the edge of the Dales that his family had loved and which was only easily reached by car so was reasonably cheap. He gave us the brochure which told us that it had thick stone walls and was probably originally a shelter for sheep or cattle during winter months. It was basically single storey and had been converted with a complete set of rooms on the ground floor including a small bedroom. The big selling point though was that they had constructed an upstairs floor under the eaves and put in a large bedroom with en-suite. It had a steep pitched roof with exposed wooden beams and very large windows looking out over the countryside. It looked absolutely stunning. Little did we know that we would not see it for the first couple of days!
We managed to book it for a week during what passed for summer in Britain. In those days when you did everything by post it was all a bit hit and miss what dates you would end up with. We lucked out and the weather forecast was predicting that we would get one of the hottest weeks of the year.
We set off on Saturday morning with a load of luggage and enough food to last us a couple of days until we could find a supermarket to restock. Spare towels, bed linen and other items as we had never done one of these holidays before and wanted to be prepared. The mini was pretty well packed. Though not surprisingly I had managed to find space for some bottles of beer (just in case)!
