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fate do they part. Part 5 of 6 parts
Over the next three or four weeks or so, I saw John a couple of times. He never made mention of his evening with Liz. Meanwhile, Jayne was becoming increasingly perturbed that John was getting more adventurous and had even coaxed her in to letting him go upstairs if she would go with him. He missed his double bed he'd said and wanted to move back into his own bedroom sooner rather than later. Quite where he had suddenly got the idea from, she couldn't imagine she said, looking at me. I just shook my head and shrugged. Feminine intuition is a spooky thing.
The last of the summer was fading and Jayne asked if we could check on John for one final time as she and Tony wanted to stay at their cottage before the end of summer. She said that John was now fine on his own on the ground floor of the house; she asked if we would just 'phone him in the early evening to make sure he was alright. He was still hankering about moving upstairs and she was fast running out of reasons for why he shouldn't. I said we would both call in and see him for a social evening and then make sure he was settled for the night.
I asked Liz how we should approach this. She said that she would like to see John again and a social evening would be fine and that she would make sure John was settled afterwards.
Liz prepared an evening picnic complete with wine and we set off in fine spirits. As we approached the road leading to John's house, we found the road blocked with a sign telling of road works and directing motorists to the road running parallel to it, from which we'd be able to access the properties from the rear. I parked in the road as directed and we entered the rear garden. I went around the narrow path to the front of the house and used the intercom to tell John that we were here. He remotely unlocked the door. I explained about the closed road, and we locked the door again and I went through to unlock the large sliding doors to the rear garden where Liz was waiting. John was clearly delighted to see her.
We spent a warm evening much as we had many weeks before. The food was good, and we had a very convivial evening. John paid particular attention to Liz, and we all had a little too much to drink. Being later in the year, the light was fading earlier, and the day had lost some of the warmth by the time we were ready to go inside. John was now about as agile as he was probably ever going to be and still mentioning about moving into his room upstairs. Liz and I both knew what was in John's mind regarding moving upstairs to his double bed, but we hadn't spoken our thoughts aloud as we both knew that this situation would soon draw to its natural close.
John and Liz went inside while I cleared up all the dishes and put away the garden furniture; I had an idea forming in my mind as I did so. I went into the house; John was sitting down gazing at Liz as she put the food away. My idea became a reality.
'I'll take all this stuff back home and clean it up and then come back to pick Liz up in a couple of hours to give her time to get you settled. How does that sound?'
The silence that followed was short but significant; Liz recovered quickly.
'That's a good idea.' She said brightly.
I looked at John. He nodded and said it would be fine. I said I'd go around the front when I got back and that I'd drop the latch on the sliding doors on my way out.
Leaving them in the kitchen, I walked through the garden room switching off the lights as I went; I slid open the doors and closed them firmly (and loudly) behind me. They would have heard it.
I didn't drop the latch.
I drove home, stacked the dishwasher, changed into darker clothing and soft shoes, and drove back. I'd been away less than an hour.
I parked some way from the house and walked as silently as I could to the rear garden gate. I hadn't noticed how loudly it squeaked on its hinges before, but I wasn't too bothered as John's room was at the front of the house. I closed it behind me and moved towards the garden room doors. On reaching them, I gently pulled on the handle. The door didn't move.
I paused, thinking what to do next. I couldn't stay out here for long as I'd look suspicious to any chance passer-by. I tried the door again, firmer this time. It slid open; I'd underestimated how hard I'd pulled it shut when I'd left earlier when there was no need for silence. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I waited for my eyes to accustom to the darkness of the house. After a minute or so I could make out the objects in the room and a dim light coming from the hallway area. I moved towards it.
The hall itself wasn't lit; the light was spilling into it from the half-open door of John's room. I waited a few seconds to calm myself; I'd been holding my breath and needed to breathe normally. My heart rate lowered, and I moved into the hall.
The room was lit by a low lamp hidden somewhere behind the half-open door. John was lying at an angle across his bed, his feet towards me, his head hidden from view by my wife sitting astride him. The sight of John's balls hard up against Liz's arse caused me to open my mouth wide so that I could take in greats gasps of air silently; my heart was racing again either because of the shock or because I'd been holding my breath again.
As I watched, Liz leaned forward, offering her breast to his mouth. He went to raise his head but couldn't reach. She leaned nearer to him, tenderly raising his head to her left breast, holding him there for a few seconds as she suckled him: she lifted away and twisting slightly, offering her right breast to him. As she suckled him, I noticed how erect her left nipple had become, and how wet it was too. Continuing to cradle him, she moved slightly and, in doing so, caused her lift slightly from him. I watched as his penis withdrew from her and then, almost in slow motion, it fell from her completely, coming to rest at a slight angle.
I haven't seen many erect cocks, but by any measure, John's was clearly large. I watched, mesmerised, as it hung there, glistening from its copious coating of my wife's love juices. It was magnificent, not so much its length, which was enviable, but its girth. Liz had referred to his 'huge prick' when she'd returned from her blow-job, and we'd fucked in the summer house. Then, she had referred to mine as small; now I could understand why.
Then she did something which hadn't occurred to me before now; she lowered her head and kissed him on the lips, holding it for half a minute or so before breaking it for a few seconds and then kissing him again. There was something about it which disturbed me, why I didn't know.
