A long time ago I lived with my girlfriend Sally in a dingy flat above a small shop in a poky little town. We were both eighteen and loving being our own bosses, getting up when we liked, fucking when we liked and trying out all sorts of kinky new ideas. Inevitably we had our first argument not long after moving in. I ended up sitting on the bed fuming and feeling guilty, she ended up sitting out in her car and crying.
The owner of the flat and the shop, our landlord Derek, was downstairs at the time doing whatever shopkeepers do, while his little wife served in the store. He was a pretty non-descript kind of guy, tallish, beer belly, balding, glasses and in his mid forties. Noticing that my girlfriend had dashed out to her car in tears he gave her a moment and then cautiously went over to see if she was ok. When she didn't really respond he opened the car door and got in next to her. She was slightly taken aback by this, but when he offered her a cigarette and some sympathy she soon relaxed and it all came tumbling out, how I was a terrible boyfriend and I didn't care about her etc.
Gradually she calmed down and they got to chatting about other things, eventually he'd pretty much cheered her up. Sally was always a very chatty girl bordering on flirtatious although sometimes she really didn't realise that she seemed to be giving off certain signals. This was why, when our landlord leaned in and slowly ran his hand up her thigh she stopped chatting abruptly and ordered him out of her car.
Sally and I settled our differences soon after and had some fantastic make up sex. Part way through she told me that our pervy old landlord had tried it on with her in her car and after relating the whole, although somewhat short, story I blew my load and spunked up her there and then.
"Oh so you like the idea of that dirty old man feeling me up then do you?" she teased while I looked slightly shame faced. I have to admit I did like the idea although that kind of thing really hadn't crossed my mind up until then.
Anyway she carried on teasing me along the same sorts of lines and I soon had another raging hard on (those were the days). We were soon fucking away like rabbits once more but this time she was constantly whispering into my ear all the dirty things she could imagine our landlord doing to her whilst she gently fingered my arse. As you can imagine all of this combined soon sent me over the edge and I emptied my balls into her one last time.
Fast forward two weeks and I fucked up again, but this time it was serious.
The door to the flat was also the back door to the shop and a condition of us staying there was that the door would be locked at all times with no exceptions. One day after a few beers with some friends I decided to go back have a bath and go out again for the rest of the day. Don't ask me why I didn't just stay out. Well anyway with the flat to myself, I fell asleep in the bath only to be awoken about thirty minutes later by a banging on the bathroom door. I jumped out covered myself up and opened the door to be confronted by our irate landlord.