Jon.
My names Jonathan, Jon to everyone and I mean everyone, but that's a lie, there are one or two people who have to call me by my full name and of course there's my mother, I've always known when I've done something she's not happy with when she calls me Jonathan, the others I'll tell you about.
A little about myself, I'm forty two next birthday, I'm five feet six, on a good day when everything is going okay, slightly less when it's not, anyone looking at me sees an average guy, which I like to think I am, I don't do the gym thing, I am kept fit by working, I'm a chippy, woodworker if you want, hair that has a hint of grey in it, a lot of the time it's wood dust, that's what I tell my wife Sally, fifteen happy years, we say that and then say the other six were terrible, it's a in-house joke, we are as happy as anyone.
She's thirty six next year, she only went out with me as a dare and for some reason we clicked, nobody believes that she is my, yes my wife when they see her without me, she only ever gave me a reason to doubt what she was doing once, turned out she was planning a surprise party for me, we nearly fell out over that so now there are no surprises, we talk and tell everything to each other and laugh about it, good or bad. She has a body to die for, and I would for her, perky thirty eight inch bust, and my friend it's all in the cup, not in the width of her back like a lot of women, they are going to sag, we know it, we have put off having kids until now, concentrating on making the money to set ourselves up, hips that she makes move in such a seductive way when she teases men, me included. Her legs seem to go on forever and as she and I love her to wear short skirts, they look so inviting to climb, she's five nine, and in heels, she looks down on me to a lot of men's surprise, when we go out nobody notices me, apart from thinking what the heck am I, that short man doing holding her arm, is she just helping an old man to walk?
Anyway, we have just moved into what we are hoping is our forever home, five bedrooms, four with ensuite, so the fifth will be our office to start with, it big and paid for, now that we have settled in it's time to breed Sally, she's a dirty girl and she's made me practice for these last years, a lot, our sex life has hardly changed over the years, Sally has a look and several items of clothing that she uses to lure me to bed, or the sofa, chair, table or floor, to get me to "practice", she tells me I'm there so the breeding has started.
The house is on a close, twelve houses, in a semicircle, everyone has been nice to us as we moved in, the only odd ones are the couple next door, he's a tall six six guy, she's a bottle blonde over made up and my height, she's overpowering in her approach to me, it's as if she's trying to tempt me with her body all the time, I mean if I was single, younger and she was free, yeah, I'd take her out for a test ride a few times, but I don't think I'd ever see her as wife material, she's not my type.
Sally laughed when I told her about Winsom, oh, I did say they were ... I'm embarrassed, I don't know what I can and can't call them, is it black? Coloured, I don't want to upset anyone, things seem to change just as I've got my head around the issue. They come from family that came from abroad, they are great people, it's just how Winsom in particular acts around me, Jo, Jerome, he talks over me, in both senses, he's a foot taller than me, and he only sees Sally in our conversations it seems to me.
We had had a bit of a street party with everybody coming out and bringing food and drink, a friendly afternoon, Winsom was always close by me, Jo to Sally, I noticed these things, we mingled and had a good time, I got two inquiries about working, redoing a bookcase, how to alter the staircase, and Jo said that Winsom wanted me to go and look at the floor in their bedroom, works work, I only do free work for family, everybody else pays in some way, I barter, swap, I work for you you work for me, it's worked for me up to now.
I'll skip to where you want me to, I know.
Winsom had been touching me, from the time I went to look at the bedroom floor, she would hold my arm, brush her boob on me as she put a mug down by my side, I could see Jo smiling at her as she did it, he would and had been boasting about how well he looked after Winsom, he didn't actually say the words in the bedroom, but it was clear that's what he meant, big guy, big mouth and ego, water off a ducks back as far as I am concerned, I did the work for them, replaced the floorboards for new oak ones, if anyone asked me I'd have said it was silly, waste of money, but they were paying.
I'd kept Sally up to date with Winsom's antics, she laughed and told me that Jo had started to want to touch her as well now, it was clear that he wanted Sally, and I was wanted by Winsom, or was it she did as she was told, Jo was a strong willed big headed man, was I being used so he could get in Sally's nickers? We thought so.
When the work was completed Sally and I were invited to see the project completed, the room dressed as they say.
It looked alright, not to my taste, but ... alright.
They were proud of the result, Sally asked about the chair in the corner of the room, the bed was the main item, but this chair was unusual.
"Oh that's where the husbands of the women we bed and I breed have to be tied," Jo proudly said, he was looking down on me as he said it.
"You know you can have Winsome if you want, but I am going to bed Sally, show her what a real man can do for her, what do you say, shall I get Winsome to strip off for you, she tells me you can't stop touching her, how about she show you she can get all of you in her mouth and still breath, not like me," I smiled and looked at Sally, she smiled back at me and looked at Jo.
"I'll do you a deal Jo, if Winsome can take all of Jon and still breath you can have me after my baby is born, I'll have bigger tits and milk in them, but you will have to be sat in that chair as she tries to take Jon, you might want him to stop breaking your woman, ... so do you want to sit in the chair and be a good boy?" Sally said with a straight face and soft voice fluttering her eyes.
