THE BREADMAN COMES ON FRIDAYS
BACKGROUND
Several years ago a close life-time friend from my schooldays who had gone into a nursing home asked me if I could clear the loft in his house. His wife still lived there but was not very well and he was worried that the house might have to be sold. They had moved into the house which belonged to his parents in the 1990s to care for them. Both his parents and his older brother had died in the middle and late 90s.
I started clearing the loft which was packed with both his parent's and my friend's belongings and either dumped things or put them into an auction house. It took a long time because I had to check carefully any books, papers etc in case there was money or anything else of value. Among the items I found a small locked suitcase. Thinking that, as it was locked, it could contain something of value I brought it home and levered the lock with a screwdriver. To my disappointment it appeared to contain only church magazines and sheet music which made no reason to keep locked away, however among these papers I found an exercise book, marked on the front with '1951' containing the following handwritten diary. I could understand why it had been hidden under lock and key and in their old age it had probably been forgotten. It certainly opened my eyes to his parents, especially his mother, who was always very kind to me and it made me realise that sex did not start in the 1960s.
His mother (Hilda) was a very warm attractive person and always gave us biscuits and a drink when we played at their big house. I didn't have much to do with his father (Martin) as he was normally at work when I was there. To me, his parents were old probably in their early forties and there were two ancient grandmothers living there but I don't think I ever knew their names and they both only lived a few years after I started visiting the house.
The bread deliveries by horse-drawn vehicles continued into the middle 1950s in the town.
I changed the title to one I thought was more appropriate.
THE DIARY 1951
OPENING ENTRY:
I am writing this trying to record everything I remember that happened a few weeks ago. My relations with Martin have been difficult since his affair with our friend Joyce but we are getting closer again. We are in the process of buying a larger house and selling the current one because my own mother is becoming frail and is going to have to move in with us and as a result our finances are stretched putting further strain on us.
We don't own a fridge and I have to shop most days. We do, however, have milk and bread delivered. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays bread is delivered from a nationwide firm by horse-drawn van. Mondays and Wednesdays the bread is left in the porch and every Friday the delivery is later in the morning because it is payment day. The delivery is made by either Bryn who is just under six feet tall, reasonably well build and always cheerful or his young assistant Sandy who is a bit shorter than Bryn and slim.
4 May: It all started with the weather. Martin had left for work but promised to contact the estate agent to find if any progress on the houses had been made and the boys had gone off to school. The weather was awful and when Bryn came to the door he was soaked as they only had capes in the open cab. I asked them if they would like a mug of tea and they eagerly accepted. The horse is so well trained that they left it standing in the street with a hay-bag over its nose. Edna normally went out on Frday mornings to meet up with friends for lunch but because of the weather was at home. Bryn and Sandy left their capes and brown coats (like those worn by ironmongers) in the porch and came through to the room we usually used for meals and having made them both wash their hands I left them talking to Edna while I went into the kitchen to make the tea.
We learnt that Bryn is 35, married and had served in the Royal Navy during the war. He had been in submarines working in the team who looked after the torpedoes and he described how they had to lift these heavy objects around in such a small space. Sandy is very quiet, is 18 and is waiting for the letter calling him up for National Service. He lives with his widowed mother and has no siblings. He has worked with Bryn since leaving school and has developed an interest in horses and Bryn taught him to drive the van and leaves it to him to look after the horse.
Bryn said, "We're very grateful for the tea because on normal delivery days we bring a flask and sandwiches for lunch but on the payment days the round takes much longer and we sometimes run out of tea."
After we had had a chat and they had drunk their tea I went into the kitchen to get the bread money and Bryn brought the mugs into the kitchen. I paid Bryn and he thanked me for the tea and the next moment he put his arm round my waist. I went rigid with surprise for a moment and Bryn took his arm away and quietly apologised.
I said "It's alright, in fact I'd enjoyed it," and I leaned into him and he put his arm back but this time squeezing my breast at which point my nipple went rigid and he stroked it.
"That is even nicer!" I said. Fortunately you could not see directly into the kitchen from the other room and Edna's hearing isn't good. As they were leaving I suggested that they called again next week and Bryn said he would look forward to it.
Edna said "I feel sorry for them in this weather and it was a nice gesture for you to offer them tea."
I'm glad that she couldn't read my mind as that was not the only thing I was thinking might be on offer.
I replied "I've invited them again the next week providing it doesn't inconvenience me, but I have to be here to pay them anyway," and she didn't raise any objections. At the evening meal while we were all sitting round the table I thought I had better mention our visitors before my mother-in-law did and the only reaction was from the boys who wanted to know all about submarines and everyone agreed they would not like to be in one but thought it would be better for short people and not someone tall like Bryn.
11 May: I spent the next week thinking about what could happen. When Friday came I had decided to wear a light jumper and skirt. It was half-term for schools and I suggested the boys take their yacht over to the yachting pool in the park for the morning. Edna went out for her lunch and after I had made the beds, done some cleaning and prepared lunch the time seemed to stand still. Eventually they arrived and I asked them in. Having washed their hands Bryn and I stayed in the kitchen to make the tea and Sandy went to sit at the table in the other room to read his comic.
As soon as Sandy left the kitchen Bryn took me in his arms and began kissing me and I responded eagerly. Reaching under the jumper he lifted my bra enough to free my breasts and rolled the jumper up. He then gently stroked them, my nipples went rock hard and he began to suck them. My whole body was tingling and in the meantime I had reached down and felt the stiff cock in his trousers. At that point the kettle whistle went and while I made the tea Bryn continued to fondle me from behind and compliment me on what lovely tits and reactive nipples I had.
I told him "Martin who grows fruit in our garden calls them Logans as he says they are like Loganberries when aroused and shortens this to Logans. If he is talking about fruit to visitors he always says that he likes raspberries but likes the taste of Logans better and only I know the hidden meaning."
Bryn said "I've never seen a Loganberry." So I explained that it was a cross between a raspberry and a large blackberry and he said "I think that is a grand name for them but I will still call them nipples.
I managed to get my clothes straight and we took the tea into the other room. This time when they left I said " I'm really looking forward to next week."
The rest of the day I couldn't concentrate on anything and kept replaying what had happened, my reaction to someone else wanting me and whether this would stop before anything serious took place. I had only ever slept with Martin and I was proud of my figure with an almost flat stomach and a good bust with only a slight sag after nursing two children.
That night as soon as we had got into bed I reached over and started stroking Martin's cock (he always referred to it, using a cricket term, as his short leg) and after he had rubbed my clit for a while I climbed on top of him. I was already wet and excited and it didn't take long for me to climax, and then we continued until Martin had his.
He said, "You were more aroused than normal, is there a reason?"
I took the bull by the horns, "I'm going to tell you something; you won't like it but I want you to promise not to say a word until I've finished, otherwise I won't tell you."
He agreed and I related what had happened that morning and I reminded him that he had had an affair and that he couldn't complain now if I wanted some fun. At first he was very annoyed but then agreed that, although he didn't like the idea of me with another man, it would be unreasonable for him object and he began wanting more details.
"I want to continue with Bryn but won't hide anything from you."
He said "But Bryn is only a breadman."
I replied " You are being a snob and I will give you reasons why I want to have fun with him. Whatever we get up to will be for a very limited time as we will be moving house soon, he is not from our crowd so it is very unlikely that I will ever see him after we move and he has had a lot more experience of life in the real world than us."
Having reluctantly received permission, I then started writing this diary. The following week could not come soon enough. I had realised that anything that took place would have to be a hurried affair in order not to cause any suspicion with the neighbours and worked out that the maximum time available would be no more that 15 to 20 minutes and that the mugs had to be ready for tea, the kettle already boiled once and the bread money on the table. My boys come home from their schools for lunch every day and the meal would have to be prepared in advance.
18 May : I do not feel at ease yet writing some of the words Bryn uses but Martin said if I was keeping a diary then it should be accurate. I put on a strapless sun dress which had a built-in bra and a zip at the back. Bryn and I went into the kitchen and while I made the tea Bryn unzipped the dress and dropped the front leaving my breasts completely exposed with my nipples standing proud.
We thought that Sandy was reading his comic but the next minute, as I was standing there with Bryn fondling me and my hand rubbing the bulge in his trousers, he came into the kitchen to ask if he could use our bathroom. I immediately jumped back and pulled up the top.
"Don't worry, Sandy won't tell anyone and it won't do him any harm to see a bit of real life," was Bryn's reaction as he zipped me up.
We went to sit down for tea but Bryn pulled me onto his lap facing away with my legs straddling his. He then unzipped the dress again and pulled it down to fondle me in full view of Sandy who was hypnotised.
Holding my breasts Bryn asked him " Doesn't Hilda have lovely tits and such large firm nipples. You will have to go a long way before you see tits as good as these and do you know she calls her nipples her Logans although they're hard as acorns?"
Sandy didn't understand so I had to explain.
He said "They are beautiful. Can I touch them?"
