Chapter
A guilty night with Lainey.
Showering and changed at the studio, I said goodbye to Stephan.
I felt a little guilty about telling him not to do anything I would not do while I was gone.
I drove my Jaguar towards Felixstowe, where Mandy and John had me house-watching.
It was the first time I had driven my car in six days.
I stopped and shopped at Martlesham for vegetables to compliment the fish I had bought from a hut on the beach in Aldeburgh that morning, caught last night, fresh as a daisy in my refrigerator box, in the car boot.
At the house, after entering and carrying out a quick check of the place, I prepared the food for cooking, chilled two bottles of white wine, laid the table, two glasses ready and waited.
Lainey arrived just before seven and surprised me by giving me a bunch of a dozen red roses. I had not been given flowers for many years, other than recently, by John, my son-in-law.
I thought it was sweet of her.
We hugged and kissed as though we had been apart for months. Our kisses were full of longing, lusty, deep, and meaningful.
I broke the kiss to deal with the food cooking.
Lainey had me flustered, and I needed to concentrate. I had to cook the Whiting I had bought.
A few minutes of frying on each side in a drop of olive oil and plated onto heated plates.
Lainey poured the wine as I served the fish with sautéed potatoes accompanied by samphire, which we ate in silence, looking and smiling at each other.
We hurriedly cleared away the plates, cooking utensils, etc. and ushered Lainey up the stairs into the master bedroom of Mandy and John.
Hastily I unwrapped my dessert as she allowed me to get her naked.
I walked around her, staring at her near-perfect body until I pushed her down on the bed and ravished her.
I kissed her everywhere, licked her face, boobs, bum and pussy, her moans of pleasure encouraging me. I nipped her flesh and bit her nipples. I sucked her labia, causing a flow of exquisite juicy excretions from her vagina. I finger fucked her hard and deep with three fingers, stretching her cunt and thumbing her clitoris simultaneously.
At this point, Lainey was orgasming with regularity, moaning as each climax hit her, shuddering, convulsive shaking coming.
I disentangled myself from her, stripped off my clothes, got between her legs and clit to clit took my pleasure with her. Urgently I rubbed my slippy fanny up and down hers, our nubs brushing, our pussy lips sliding sensuously across each other.
I was lust-crazed as I rode her, trying for more cunt to cunt contact, for more friction.
I exploded in a shockwave of a climax, biting her neck and kissing her face in a satisfying orgasmic bliss.
I loved forcefully riding her body and the taking of my selfish, lust-induced pleasure from Lainey.
Of the control of her body under my body, the sense of power over her.
I slipped down the beautiful sweat-covered body of Lainey and attacked her pussy, sucking and licking to her climax. We cleaned faces, licking the pussy juices off each other. Kissing gently, whispering thanks to each other, comfortable, secure on the bed of Mandy, my daughter, as I lovingly stroked my lover, her beautiful body.
Lainey exclaimed.
"Eli, can we go downstairs for some more wine? I need another drink."
We drank another bottle sitting in the lounge, naked, casually sitting around chatting, exposing ourselves to each other, our pussies and anal openings open to each other.
I told her all that had been happening to me but not the sex acts carried out in the week since our last sexual tryst. She was in awe of the many things I packed into such a short time and sat on my lap, kissing my lips tenderly, between my news.