A massive Thank You to Mica. Without her help and encouragement these stories from my youth would have stayed in my head. Instead she encouraged me it was time to share them with others. She is a very special lady and I feel so blessed to have her in my life.
The next few weeks settled into a regular routine. The good news was that, on his last visit home to Sheerness, Geoff had met a girl and so he was anxious to spend every weekend back in Kent with her. Coupled to Howard's needs for his beloved Southend United meant that after tea on Friday they both vanished to their respective hometowns till Sunday evening.
So the three of us got to spend the week with Mrs Miller whilst I got to spend the weekends with Kate. During the week Kate and I tried to keep a distance from one another but the other two had picked up on the fact that, even as Mrs Miller, she seemed happier. They wondered if she might have met a new man and I was instructed to keep watch at the weekends and report anything suspicious on their return. In all honesty I could report that I had not seen any other man about and that Mrs Miller spent most of the weekend at home. I didn't enlighten them that a lot of her weekend was spent with my dick, my fingers or my tongue buried inside her constantly wet fanny.
On Fridays Howard would set off for Essex dropping Geoff off at the station on his way. Before their car had reached the station the doors were locked and Kate and I were kissing furiously and my hand was up her skirt. Often we didn't make it as far as the bedroom. One Friday she was heading up to the bedroom when I pushed her to the stairs, lifted her skirt and pushed the crotch of one of "Our" knickers to one side and took her there and then with my fingers.
Kate squealed with delight as my fingers were buried inside her bringing her very quickly to a climax before we moved to the bedroom to continue with the help of the ever-shrinking supply of condoms.
Often we never went downstairs till breakfast on the Saturday before Kate rushed around getting things sorted for her mother's usual Saturday visit for afternoon tea.
Kate's mother was called Carol. She had grown up in Yorkshire but the family had moved with her husband's job to a bungalow in a very nice part of Hertfordshire. Her husband had died suddenly about 10 years ago leaving her a fairly wealthy woman with an investment portfolio and a couple of small properties that produced rent income.
She was a pleasant woman, aged about 60. A typical Yorkshire lady she spoke her mind which suited me. She was far from unattractive and there was a lot of Kate to see in her. She dressed in clothes that were quite fashionable for the time and obviously quite expensive. There was an air of money about her but not in a snobbish way.
Carol seemed to have taken a bit of a fancy to me. I was not sure how much Kate shared with her mother but she looked at me in a manner that made me think she was slowly putting two and two together. She was looking more and more attractive each week and I began to notice her breasts which could only be described as voluptuous especially as she seemed to leave more and more blouse buttons undone which only served to emphasise her ample cleavage.
Each Saturday I was invited to share afternoon tea with the two ladies. At first I had been somewhat hesitant but as the weeks went on I started to look forward to the Saturday afternoons to re-charge my batteries after the Friday night lovemaking and before the Saturday evenings which had become a date night for Kate and I as she dressed in the new underwear she had treated herself to for both our benefits.
Each Saturday Kate would disappear for ten minutes or so to make the tea and sort out the cake etc. That gave Carol the chance to spend the time alone with me. She told me how pleased she was that after all this time Kate seemed to be happy again and that something had put a spring in her step. I said nothing but my silence probably said a lot.
She also took the time to adjust her skirt drawing my attention to it as it rode a bit up her thighs. She opened her legs at the same time and I found myself trying to look up her skirt at her knickers. I did get the occasional flash and I am sure I might have seen more but Kate returned with the tea etc and her mother re-arranged her attire again. Our eyes often met and she left me in no doubt what she had been trying to do and that it was totally deliberate. My cock started to throb in my jeans and I figured it was my turn to do the teasing as I moved myself so as to give Carol a good view of the bulge she had caused. It seemed to leave a longing look on her face.
As the weeks went by Carol started to figure in my mid-week fantasies. Weekends I had no time for fantasies as Kate was turning them in to realities. I felt sure Carol knew of the arrangements between Kate and myself and fancied a bit of young hard cock for herself.
I never thought too much about it until one Saturday afternoon Kate announced that the following weekend her sons were home from boarding school for the weekend. She often went mid-week to visit them at the school in Bushey but this weekend they would be home. Their bedroom was the one Howard, Geoff and I used so it looked like I might have to think of going home myself too. A bit of a drag involving the train to Kings Cross, tube to Victoria Coach Station and then an overnight bus to Bolton.
Carol interjected. "Why doesn't John come and stay with me for a few nights. I have plenty of room. It will be nice to have a bit of company and there are a few jobs a strapping young man could help me with whilst he's there."
Kate and I looked at one another. I think ideally she wanted to say that the boys would be fine as I slept in her bed at the weekends but of course that would not be very appropriate with her sons in residence.
As neither of us said anything Carol took it upon herself to speak.
"Right that's settled then. I will pick John up when you get back from Uni. No need to make him any tea. We will call at the Royal Oak on the way over to my place. They do a very nice steak and chips which will build you up for the jobs I have in mind over the weekend."
So that was sorted. Kate and I made the most of the rest of the weekend once her mother had left. The supply of condoms was shrinking fast.
"I think its time I went to the birth control clinic and went back on the pill." Kate joked. "It's time I got to feel you inside me properly without the need for a condom. I think we will both find it more satisfying."
The week passed pretty much as normal. Kate was still wearing the colour coded knickers and when the opportunity arose she sent me longing glances and seemed to do little things she hadn't used to as Mrs.Miller.
Thursday night I threw a few things into a holdall plus my toothbrush etc. I wanted to be ready to get off early once I was back from Uni on Friday afternoon. Howard pulled into the driveway and Carol's car was already there. That gave Howard the signal to drop me and leave immediately. Unfortunately Geoff needed something from the house and ran in to grab it before the two of them shot off down the road to the station.
I entered the house and for the first time saw Kate's two boys, Tim and Philip. It felt strange to think that I was shagging their mum whenever we got the chance. Carol intervened.
"Lets get you off for some tea. Have you got your stuff together."
I grabbed the holdall and we said our goodbyes. Carol promised to look after me, whatever that meant. She looked extra attractive in a silver blouse and a floral skirt to about the knee topped off with shoes with a slight heel. She had certainly made an effort, probably because we were going out for tea. I felt very underdressed in my polo shirt and jeans. We got into Carol's car and I immediately noticed her perfume. Certainly not a cheap brand. If she intended to seduce me, she was certainly making a good start.
I felt a little nervous as we set off for the drive to the Royal Oak. Carol must have sensed this saying. "Don't worry.... I wont bite." a pause followed before she added. "Unless you want me to of course."
We were soon pulling into the car park of the Royal Oak. It looked a very nice country pub but not the kind of place I was used to frequenting. We found a table near the window and a waitress joined us. Carol ordered steak and chips twice. For the first time in my life I was asked how I wanted my steak cooked. I was totally flummoxed by that question. Fortunately Carol realised my dilemma.
"John will have his medium rare the same as mine. And to drink I'll have a Gin and Tonic with ice. I think my young companion would prefer a pint of your best bitter." I nodded wondering what the other people in the bar would think of her "young companion". Carol seemed to be revelling at the thought of being out on a "date" with a man 40 years younger than her.
The drinks arrived and as we waited for the food Carol started to quiz me a little about Kate and her new-found happiness. I think she already had an idea of my involvement but wanted to hear it from my own lips.
"I see you have a liking for older women." she enquired. "Would that extend to an older lady approaching sixty in the next year?" she continued.
I felt a little bolder after sipping a little of my pint. "If that lady approaching sixty is You then definitely."
