This is the continuation of a series I started a couple of years ago. I strongly recommend that readers start at the beginning of this series. It's a cuckold story which many seem to find very antagonistic - just so you know!
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We met Helen in a café on the waterfront; the same one I had sat alone in last night after leaving Amy and Ben. How my world had changed in a few hours and yet being on the dockside lent an air of permanence and stability to this existence. Not for the first time since our arrival in Bristol I became aware of the blurring of old and new, past and present; a forging of a different future.
Amy and I had had no chance to reflect on what had just happened. Our only private conversation since we had walked past these seats together last night, on the way to meet Ben, had been in the early hours of the morning when Amy had returned and described how her night with Ben had unfolded. Then, shortly after Amy woke, Ben had joined us in the hotel and I had witnessed their passionate and fierce love making. Now we sat, sleep deprived and in Amy's case totally fucked, not daring to look at each other for fear that our grins would turn into spontaneous laughter. Thankfully Helen was so pleased to see us that she talked enough for all three of us. Amy rubbed her leg against mine while Helen described her ideas for the day. She wanted to show us a museum which she was sure our son would love when we brought him to Bristol, then she thought we could shop or go to a café on the edge of town where she was convinced I would be interested in some old ruins. Finally there was a band playing that evening which she "knew Amy would love".
Waves of tiredness kept returning to me as Helen enthusiastically showed us around the museum. She was right, our son Josh would love this place - it was so interactive. Amy was taking loads of photo's and sending them to Josh who was staying with her sister. Josh was having a brilliant time with his cousins but he kept replying to Amy's texts so that she seemed permanently on her phone. Amy grinned at his replies, reporting some of them to me and eagerly carrying on her text conversation.
Occasionally we would hold hands and gently kiss while Helen was distracted.
"Can't wait to be alone with you!" I whispered.
"Me too" smirked Amy, brushing her hand across my groin.
Although Amy's behaviour since Ben's departure had reassured me that we were good, I still felt a need to reclaim her as my own. I had seen how good Ben had made her feel. I could still hear her voice telling him, "You're my best fuck!" The curious mix of hurt, jealousy and pleasure rise once more inside my chest and inside my trousers.
After a couple of hours Amy and I were flagging. Coffee was just about keeping our eyes open but both of us were struggling to reflect Helen's wonderful friendship and enthusiasm. When Helen suggested shops Amy kindly said "I'm sure Pete would rather take a look at those ruins, and to be honest, I'd rather sit down in the fresh air and just get some sun."
"Great!" agreed Helen, her positivity unstoppable, and led us towards her car at high speed.
We were passing close to the hotel and Amy had an idea.
"You two go ahead and I'll bring our car and catch you up. It will save us coming back into the city and you can have a look around the ruins without me. I'll join you in the café."
The truth was that I wasn't that keen to see the ruins. I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything except sex with Amy, but they turned out to be a decent distraction and a fresh breeze that came over the hillside had the effect of waking me up some more. Helen and I had an enjoyable hour exploring talking and laughing before heading down the slope to the café terrace which offered a brilliant view across the city. Amy was nowhere to be seen so we found a table and continued to chat while I waited for her to reply to my text.
"She knows where this place is doesn't she?" I checked with Helen.
"Yeah, we came here a few times when we were students. She can't be lost."
My phone buzzed indicating a text.
"Sorry was so tired I fell asleep in the hotel."
"Brilliant I thought! I'm the one who was up all night and yet it's me who is entertaining your mate."
I typed back: "Yes, I'm flagging. Come and rescue me!"
