An Old Flame Ch 9

"Hello there. You haven`t heard from me for a while so there is a bit of catching up to do. You will remember that we were in the Autumn of 2022. My lover Madeline and I had formed a sort of foursome group with a younger woman Chloe Minsterley who was renting the top flat over mine in Primrose Hill and one of Madeline`s former lovers, Iona Bradfield who was based in Cambridge.

We had all been to a sex party partly organised by our regular outfit the GCL Club and we had indulged in a wide variety of sexual acts involving fetish wear, "Golden Showers," BDSM and pleasure inducing mechanical devices. After that we decided BDSM was not for us, neither were we too keen on Golden Showers. Even Chloe who had participated in that activity concluded with hindsight that it was better in fantasy than in reality!

We also invested in clitoral and vaginal pumps and found that these greatly increased the sensitivity of our cunt lips and clits, perhaps a little too much at times so our use of them was somewhat limited, though enjoyable.

As the year drew to its close we realised we had one major decision to make--where to spend Christmas and the New Year? Madeline had no close family to go to and had sometimes gone abroad for the season in the period between the failure of her marriage and our getting together again. I, on the other hand, had traditionally spent the time with my parents in the big house in Surrey where my piano playing had been a well received feature of their traditional New Year Party.

It was clear that Surrey was the likely option, but for that to take place we had to make it quite clear to my parents what the nature of our relationship was. They already had a good idea of that because they had consented to us reopening the stairs between our two flats, but now it was time to be fully frank, because I was determined not to take Madeline to Surrey for us to be placed in separate bedrooms and for her to be treated as "just my friend."

Mother was amazingly understanding when I spoke to her.

"Darling, you know your Father and I only want the best for you. You were so dreadfully emotionally cut up when Simon was killed that we thought we would never see you smile again, and then you immersed yourself totally in work both when you stayed with us during the lockdown and then later in London. Even last Christmas you were still so subdued and quiet, not the happy bubbly girl we once knew.

We also realised that was no man in your life, but then we noticed you often mentioned your "friend" Madeline when you spoke to us by `phone, and how much happier you seemed whenever you mentioned her name. We have followed with joy the change that has come over you since you have been, shall we say, an "item" with her. We will happily host both of you and you will have the principal guest suite--your old room is too small for a double bed.

We shall also have the Grand Piano in the Salon tuned and you will play for us on New Year`s Eve won`t you? The piano has been silent since you moved away. I also seem to remember you telling us that Madeline used to sing very beautifully. Could you ask her to sing something?

One last reminder, Alison dear, though I am sure you will need this. The New Year`s Eve party is quite formal in dress, so I am sure you and Madeline will have something "dressy" to wear. You always did look so beautiful in an evening dress and your Father and I would dearly love to see that again."

I had never entirely given up my playing. I did play the Grand during the lockdown period and I had the electric piano given by my parents as a graduation present in my flat, but I was a bit "rusty" in my technique when it came to performing for people, even just a few. Madeline was even more so. However, we both devoted time to honing our skills, and before long we were making our kind of music once more, and it brought us even closer together.

Christmas approached and the GCL Club advertised its party. Madeline and I booked in and we asked Chloe if she wanted to be invited. To our surprise she gave a very coy response and simply asked us not to be concerned with her. We were mystified by this as Chloe had never missed an opportunity to go to a sex party. But she just smiled enigmatically and simply said, "You`ll see!"

The day of the party arrived. Madeline and I donned our by now usual skimpy outfits of micro dresses, strappy shoes, black bras and thongs, and ordered a taxi. We had tried to contact Chloe to invite her to share with us but all we got was a recorded message saying she was out and would be back later, though adding a "see you soon" at the end.

So we arrived at the club and checked in. We looked for Chloe but she was nowhere to be seen. The hostesses on duty asked us to buy tickets for a very special Christmas raffle--£5 a ticket, all proceeds to charity. It was a bit pricey, but, hell, maybe worth it for a good cause.

There was a lot of chattering and mixing going on as we downed drinks until the organiser called for quiet and told us it was time for the raffle to be drawn and that would signal to start the sex fun.

Two hostesses then brought in a couple of trestles and put them in place. They went out and came back with two more of their co-workers bearing a table top which they laid on the trestles. On that table was--yes--Chloe naked apart from what appeared to be a bikini made from meringue and marzipan! In addition there was a cherry in her navel.

"Ladies," the organiser shouted over the gasps and laughter as we took in the spectacle, "this is why you bought your raffle tickets. Chloe is our Christmas cake girl. A number of tickets will be drawn and the lucky winner in each case will get to eat a piece of Chloe`s cake until she is in the nude."

The tickets were drawn. The first winner got to eat the cherry out of Chloe`s navel and was allowed to pour some liqueur into it and lap that out. The next lucky one got to eat the meringue of Chloe`s left bra cup, and that revealed her nipple covered with cream and topped with a cherry, which also had to be eaten and the nipples sucked clean. Next was the turn to eat the right bra cup.

We were now getting to the most interesting bits, and the number was called to eat the left hand side of the bikini bottom which was made of marzipan, followed by the right hand side.

Finally the last call, who would get to eat the crotch of the bikini? A number was called--it was mine!

I grinned at Madeline and said, "my luck`s in tonight."

She replied, "you can hardly do the job properly dressed as you are, strip off quickly. Everyone here has seen you in the nude before now."

So I stripped, to the cheers and encouragement of those present, and made my way over to where Chloe lay. She opened her legs to show me the marzipan crotch. I knelt down and took in the sweet smell of the confection combined with the musky smell of her cunt. I took the marzipan into my mouth and ate it. Then I saw there were still crumbs sticking to her slick slit.

Looking around I said, "I`m going to have to lick up what is left." That produced an enormous guffaw from the company and many shouts urging me to do my oral best.

In fact I did do well and before long I had Chloe in ecstatic pleasure as I used my lips and tongue on her cunt.

"Fuck you,-------oooooooh-------Alison-------uuugh--------that`s------oooooch---------so blooooody---------goo-----ood! Uuuuuuuugh, nooooooo, yeeeees, YEEEEEES, YEEEEEEEEES!!!!"

That was the signal for the general coupling to get under way, though I did get the chance to tell Chloe she was a fucking tease and a devious bitch before we got swept into the seething sex which unfolded around us.

That was our last sexual outing before Christmas itself. Chloe and Iona were due to go to their families for the break. Madeline and I took some of our annual leave to ensure we had the whole Christmas and New Year period off.

We hired a car to get us to Surrey and over a couple of days loaded into it what we thought we would need to survive the holiday: music, clothes, which included our "ball gowns" as we called them. Mine was dark blue to set off my hair while Madeline`s was a red, which also complemented her hair. Of course we also packed presents for my parents, gift wrapped bottles of a very fine old single malt for my Father and likewise bottles of my Mother`s favourite liqueur. That done on the 23rd December we set off in the already failing light of the early afternoon to make our way through the cold drizzly gloom of London`s thoroughfares

We spoke little as we navigated away across town. It was a journey which should have taken not much more than an hour, but because of the amount of traffic seeking an early holiday getaway it stretched out to two, and maybe a little more.

Madeline did most of the driving and we put Classic FM on the radio to occupy our minds. However, my mind was in a turmoil. Madeline`s contacts with my parents had been quite brief and formal being primarily concerned with the purchase of her flat and the reopening of the stairs between the flats, even though I knew that and the little things I had said had made my parents realise that there was much more than just a friendship between us. Even so I was concerned about how we would be received.

We escaped the southern part of the Metropolis and made our way into Surrey where my mind and its worries were lulled by the seasonal music on the car radio. The car`s navigation device led us to the prestigious St Michael`s Vale golf course on which my parental home was situated, one of a select number of houses which had been given permission to build.

Arriving at the gated entrance to the house Madeline stopped the car and I got out to speak to my parents on the intercom system. The gates swung open and I motioned to Madeline to motor on as I wanted to walk up the drive to take in the view of the house, though the night was dark and there was little illumination from the moon. Even so the lights on in the house gave an impression of its size and bulk.

There it was, that great Edwardian mansion designed by Voysey and built for my Great- Great Grand Father at the end of the 19th Century when he had founded the family fortunes. The size and idiosyncratic nature of the place had always fascinated me. I loved it as a child and never failed to enjoy exploring its rooms and corridors--so many places for a vivid imagination to picture all sorts of wonderful happenings.

But as I drew nearer my misgivings about bringing Madeline returned. I knew she was not poor and had property herself, but how might she react to this place? I was soon to find out.

"Good grief, Sweetie," Madeline gasped, "this is a phenomenal place. I can`t wait to see it in the light."

What she then might have said was cut short when the great front doors of the house opened. My parents appeared and came to greet us. Naturally they hugged me, though they did not do so with Madeline. Even so she was made welcome when my Mother said, "Madeline it is lovely to see you here and to welcome you. We have only briefly met in the past but now we have time for us all to get to know one another much better."

My Father added in his usual bluff manner, "It`s bloody freezing cold and damp out here, come on let`s get all your stuff into the house and up to your suite--notice I said "suite", we`ve had it done up in the hope you two would stay with us."

That made me so happy. It was clear from what my Father had said that my parents had accepted the relationship between Madeline and myself.

We got our cases and other kit out of the car and brought it into the entrance hall, which being double height was the location for the Christmas tree, as yet undecorated for that was always a task for Christmas Eve when the presents would be laid around it. My parents helped us to get everything to our suite and then left us. Father made one last jolly request as he left, "Don`t take too long to unpack. I have set up the cocktail bar in the Oak Room and I want a "Happy Hour" or better still hour and a half before dinner!"

"I rather like your Dad," Madeline giggled. "It sounds as if he`s into my favourite kind of drink. I will have to show off the skills I learned working as a mixer in Oxford hotels--that was when I was an undergrad, before you came along."

"Well, I shall have to be careful," I replied. "You know me, one large double and I`m anybody`s."

"Sweetie," Madeline sniggered back, "two large ones and you`re everybody`s!"

"Cow," I snorted, "Come on hurry up and get settled in. I love the Oak Room on a Winter`s night. There will be a blazing log fire and lovely soft furnishings to help us relax. You know, I`m actually beginning to look forward to this Christmas."

We hurried on down to the Oak Room and sure enough there was the log fire ablaze sending its warmth and light round the panelling while my Father stood by the table laden with spirits and mixers.

He boomed "What can I get you. girls? I know Alison will be a bit abstemious but maybe I can tempt you, Madeline--Grey Goose Vodka Martini perhaps?"

I accepted my usual G and T, but Madeline was happy with the Vodka Martini and she and my Father were soon into discussion about the way to mix the perfect cocktail. They were clearly hitting it off very well, so I was quite happy when my Mother called for me to assist with laying the table for supper.

"Those two are getting on well," Mother said with a happy smile. "I have only just met Madeline properly but I know already she is a lovely person and you are a lucky girl to have her, though she is lucky to have you, my sweet darling, talented daughter. I was truly terrified for a while you might have disappeared into the gloom of withdrawal from the world. But now you`re back, and I am, oh, so glad. Happy Christmas, my pet."

And so it turned out to be. Christmas Eve saw us decorating the tree and laying the presents around its foot while, of course, we had to listen to the Nine Lessons and Carols from Kings on the radio. Thereafter my Father, who by now was "George" to Madeline got on with the fun task of mixing cocktails, ably assisted by my lover.

The one thing that did not happen was sex between Madeline and myself. I guess we both felt it would be a rude intrusion in my parents` house even though they had accommodated us as far as possible from their bedroom so that if we did get up to anything they would not be able to hear. So we contented ourselves with kisses and cuddles.

Christmas Day saw us all lie in late before we had brunch as it was my family`s custom to have Christmas dinner in the evening. We listened to the King`s Christmas message and then set to to prepare dinner, a lovely goose, and, naturally, Madeline and my Father supplied a variety of cocktails.

As we drank our cocktails it was time for the presents under the tree to be fetched and distributed. My parents were delighted with the bottles we had purchased for them and we received in turn bottles of very expensive and exclusive perfumes. There was, however, one further present which my Father gave to both Madeline and myself. It was just a little envelope and we were told to open it. It simply said, "We are giving you the full freehold of the Primrose Hill property."

Madeline and I were dumbfounded by this act of generosity. We both had a share of the freehold in the property, but now the whole of it was going to be ours--and suddenly a reality dawned on us both---"OURS!" By that one act my parents recognised the union between Madeline and myself. All we could do was to hug them both and weep with joyful gratitude.

Father insisted we should celebrate with more cocktails before we dined--so we did.

Following all that indulgence by Boxing Day we all felt the need to have some strenuous exercise and we set off in the morning to walk around the golf course on which my parents` house was built. There were other fine period properties as well in the area. Most of them were late Victorian or Edwardian in date, but there was one very fine Art Deco style property which caught my eye. Its name only recently applied was "Moederland", Dutch for "Homeland." It reminded me very much of the house in St John`s Wood where Madeline and I had attended a weekend sex party given by Madeline`s friend Carla Tansley-Rhodes. As things subsequently turned out the parallels were to be somewhat well drawn.

"We have an invitation to drop in to "Moederland," my Mother told Madeline and me

as we walked. "It`s not too long since it changed hands and the new owners, who are in the diamond business, have had it renamed, extensively refurbished, and some how they got planning permission to extend it as well. So I want to be nosey as well as neighbourly. The owners are the Van Doylen family, and I think they have a daughter about your age, Alison."

She then hurried on to catch up with my Father who was striding briskly before us.

My heart sank and I slowed down my walking pace. Madeline caught hold of my arm and asked what the matter was.

"You remember the nude calendars we did in Oxford, though you only did the one?" I said under my breath.

Madeline replied "How could I forget that, Sweetie? It`s where I first got the hots for you."

"Izzy Van Doylen was one of the girls who took part in that calendar shoot and the two others that followed," I said glumly.

"Oh, I seem to remember," Madeline chuckled. "A girl with a rather nice arse and a good pair of tits, not as nice as yours, of course."

"Don`t be flippant," I pleaded. "Izzy came on to me very strongly after the third calendar session. I was still very unsure about my sexuality at the time so, while I did fancy her, I used my relationship with Simon to deflect her advances. I have to repeat, though, that I was tempted. She was quite a looker and fiendishly persuasive."

"She`s hardly likely to ask for a fuck in front of her parents and yours," Madeline said reassuringly. "If anything is said, shall we say, in private, remember I will be there for you."

At that point we heard my parents calling us to hurry up, and so we made our way to the Van Doylens` house.

It was an impressive structure and clearly its refurbishment had cost a lot, but then I told myself anyone wealthy enough to buy a property in this vicinity could well afford such a cost.

Mr and Mrs Van Doylen welcomed us and asked if we would like coffee and cake. Mrs Van Doylen told my Mother that her daughter had been a contemporary of mine at Oxford, and at that point, as if exactly on cue, Izzy came into the room.

"That`s right, Mrs Moxhay," Izzy stated. "We did see quite a bit of each other for a while, didn`t we, Alison? It`s lovely to see you again, and Madeline too."

There she stood, a most elegant sight, beautifully dressed and made up. Her shoulder length brunette hair was elegantly coiffured, she was quite a contrast to Madeline and myself in jeans and jumpers. I needed Madeline`s support and inched my hand along the couch on which we were sitting to seek hers.

She gave my hand a gentle squeeze and said, "It`s good to see you again too, Izzy. I seem to recollect you were always one of the best dressed girls in College, no "grunge" for you then, nor now I see."

"Thanks, Madeline," Izzy replied nonchalantly as she took a seat beside her Mother and picked up her coffee. "No point in having money if you don`t spend it."

She then gave a little smile which was obviously directed at me and Madeline, slightly parted her lips and gently licked them in a lascivious fashion.

After coffee we were taken on a tour of the house, in particular the new extension which housed an indoor heated pool, whose warmth was noticeable. While the Van Doylens discussed the work that had been done with my parents Izzy took the opportunity to speak with me and Madeline.