Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
I was relaxing in the garden after lunch. I had my book. I was thinking about a G&T but I don't want you thinking that I have a problem so I let it pass. You can guess where Harry was.
My 'phone rang. It was Glenda and she was in a right state.
"I've done something really bad," she said.
"Who died?" I replied.
"No, nothing like that."
"Well, that's OK. Now calm down and tell me about it."
"Craig gave Jem the morning off. But there is something really important that they need to do together this afternoon.
"I went over to Jem's place to take him some lunch. He said he couldn't help Craig because he had a problem. Then he opened his dressing gown and showed me his dick.
"He had been watching stuff on the Internet and now he couldn't get rid of his hard-on no matter what he did, he said.
"I told him Craig was relying on him. And he shouted at me that I would have to sort it out then.
"So I did. It didn't take much. Nearly as soon as I started wanking him, he came," said Glenda.
I told her, "No, real harm done then. If it's only the once."
"Well, it's the first time since I've been seeing Craig," she said, "Jem used to pull the same stunt occasionally when we lived in the flat.
"He would get me to buy those DVDs from Mucky Malcolm for him. I didn't mind. He had to learn somehow and there wasn't a man about to give him advice.
"If we had to be somewhere important he would say he couldn't go because he had the same problem. So I had to do that thing for him.
"That was alright but there were a few times when I just couldn't make him cum.
"Jem would say that the only solution was for him to fuck me.
"Well, I wasn't going to allow that.
"Once I got over it by holding his prick tightly between my tits and letting him fuck them. He came all over my chin.
"On another occasion he persuaded me to let him put it between the cheeks of my ass. That was OK until his humping forced me flat on my face. The tip of his dick was right up against my bumhole. Fortunately, Jem realised what was about to happen and shot his load with excitement. It was that close to disaster," she said.
I reassured her, "But it didn't happen so don't be so hard on yourself."
"All this went on while I wasn't getting any sex myself. It made me as frustrated as anything. Between you and me, I nearly let him have his way with me once or twice," Glenda replied.
"Still you are getting a load now with Craig, so don't worry about it," I told her.
"Well, that's part of the problem. I want to be fair with Craig. We promised each other that we would be completely honest and open about sex. I don't know if I should tell him about today and if I do, should I tell him about the past?"
"Now you listen to me," I told her, "Craig is a good man. You know that he's really open minded. He knows that you have needs and desires. Why else would he let strange men fuck you. He also knows that you're done everything you can for Jem. Tell him the truth. He loves you and he will understand."
"You're probably right," Glenda said.
"You know that I am. Now where are you? I am going to come and give you a hug."
"I'm in the tearoom across the street."
"Are you fucking mad?" I shouted.
"You told me all that with all that with those women listening?"
"No, it's OK. I'm the only one in here. Helen is out the back with Mardy; she said something about putting stock away. And I've been speaking quietly. You're the one being loud."
"Stay there. I'm coming over," I said, shaking my head.
When I was halfway across the street I thought, "She could have come to me."
After I hugged her I said, "Why didn't you come into the pub rather than 'phoning me?"
"I couldn't do it face to face. I was afraid that you would think that I'm a dirty slut."
"But you are a dirty slut. I've always known that but I would never think badly of you."
She had a little cry and I gave her another big hug.
"Thank you for being a good friend," Glenda said, "I know my secrets are safe with you."
After she'd left, I rang the counter bell and Helen eventually came out from the back of the shop.
I asked her for a pot of tea. I couldn't be bothered to go home and make my own. Besides, after what Glenda had told me, I was feeling quite twitchy.
"I'm glad it's you," said Helen, "I don't think that I've ever thanked you properly for everything that you've done for W.I.
"At tonight's meeting I am going to propose that you are made an honorary member. I know that you are not a big fan but you deserve to be recognised."
"I appreciate the thought. I won't have to go to any events, will I?" I asked.
"No, like I say, it's purely honorary," she replied.
"Then thank you," I said.
"If there's anything else I can do, please ask."
Helen jumped in with, "Well, there is something you could do for me, personally."
"Go ahead," I said hesitatingly.
"I don't like to ask but a little bird told me about the lock-ins at the pup. I just wondered, if you wouldn't mind, could you tell Gerald and I when they are going to happen?" She said shyly.
"We would love to come. If you know what I mean,"
I thought for a minute then said, "It doesn't quite work like that. They are not really scheduled, they just happen on odd Saturdays."
Not strictly true but I saw no reason to confide in her.
