Prologue
All young men dream of an older woman at some point in their life -- it's something primal in our biology -- something that drives us to seek out sensual new experiences and unlikely scenarios. Few act on these impulses, and it would have been no different for me, bar that difficult circumstance and blind luck can sometimes roll the dice of chance... and when those dice roll natural 20s, perchance, unlikely fotune might arise.
This is my story of how I met Anna, an intelligent 40-something-year-old woman who by 'the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune' came into my life. It's also the story of a duplicitous husband who led a quiet life of public service by day, but by night, lived an alter ego of deceit and depravity that threatened to destroy us both...
Part 1
The day was distinct in my memory. I had spent it searching for student accommodation which had proved a series of disappointments, but on reaching the last property on my list, I somehow knew that this one would be different. I rapped on the olive green front door which was bordered by climbing roses. The large 3-storey stone-built house radiated the heat from the afternoon sun. After a few moments, I heard the patter of feet on stone tiles. A woman in her mid-forties slid the door open. She smiled which set off her pretty face, framed by shoulder-length mousy blonde hair. She wore a loose blouse that hinted at a generous chest, and tight denim jeans that showed off her trim waist and slender legs.
"Ah," she said enthusiastically, "you must be Luke?"
"Yes," I replied, grinning back at her.
"My name is Anna, come in, please, come in," she chirped. "I wasn't sure when to expect you."
"Sorry," I said, "I was a bit delayed, you wouldn't believe how many houses I've viewed today."
"Not to worry," she said, "well I hope you like this one. A young man in the house would do wonders for this old place."
She ushered me in and I immediately smelt her scent - roses and jasmine -- with something else -- an earthy musk that was all of her own. The house was Victorian with high ceilings and original cornices, the sort that one buys at a certain age to nurture a family, and when that family is grown, perhaps to let out for income. The two flights of stairs creaked, but I was not bothered as it allowed me to admire her pert bottom that was made even sexier by the faint outline of her panties.
She opened the door and with a hand in the small of my back, gently guided me into the room, causing me to accidentally brush against her cleavage.
"So this is it," she said brightly not noticing, or perhaps not caring about my slight faux pas. "We've had many students up here over the years. A big house like this needs to be lived in, and with Becky, that's my youngest by the way, off to college next year, it will feel all the more empty."
She paused reflectively and then asked, "Do you mind me asking you what you study?"
"Oh, not at all," I said, "I'm a third-year medical student."
"Oh wonderful, my husband is a doctor. I'm sure you two will have a lot in common."
The room smelt a little musty and she strolled over to open the curtains revealing an old-fashioned sash window. Light bathed the room and as I joined her by the window I had a bird's eye view of the back lawn below. Beside the window was a double bed, and besides that, was a serviceable desk and chair. On the opposite wall was a wardrobe and in the far corner by the door, an alcove which once might have been an ensuite bathroom but was now a little kitchenette.
"Let me show you the bathroom," she said. "I'm afraid it's on the floor below."
We descended to the first floor and stepped into a quaint family bathroom.
"I'm afraid we only have the one bathroom," she said, "so we all have to share, but once we know each other's routine it usually works out OK."
"Do you want a moment alone to get the feel of the place?" she asked. "Could I get you a drink of tea?"
"That would be lovely," I said.
She left me to revisit the bedroom and after a few minutes, the door brushed open. She handed me a mug and sat down on the edge of the bed smoothing out the duvet for me to sit next to her.
"You know," she said, "we normally charge the going rate, but I like to help out students when I can, so how does 150 sound?"
"Great," I stammered in surprise, "but are you sure? This room will get snapped up at double that."
She put a hand on my shoulder for a moment as she got up and said, "No, I want to help. So what do you think?"
"It's great... better than great," I said, a little in wonderment, as my life was generally a calamity of bad luck and bad experiences. "I'll take it."
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I moved in on the Saturday arriving at 10am. Anna greeted me at the door as before, beckoning me in with a radiant smile.
"I hope I'm not too early?" I asked.
"No of course not," she replied fiddling with her hair. "We were wondering when you might arrive. Let me help you with those things and we'll get you settled in."
She was dressed in the same blue denim jeans but wore a white blouse that nicely showed off her cleavage which strained a little against the open buttons. As she bent down for one of the bags, her breasts bulged against the fabric, revealing for a moment, a lacy white bra.
A door at the back of the house groaned open and a young University aged girl stepped into the hallway. She had her mother's blonde hair and slim body.
"Oh Becky," Anna said in delight, "this is Luke, our new guest."
I smiled and she reciprocated with the same enthusiasm that her mother had shown. If God was ever to smile on me, and I can attest that it did on precious few occasions, then I think that he must have done so at that moment. Becky wore a loose T-shirt under which I could see the unfettered sway of her breasts. Clearly, the women in this house were head-strong and dressed as they pleased. Beneath the T-shirt, she wore teal coloured gym leggings that nicely outlined her athletic legs and smooth mound where they met.
"Nice to meet you," she said shyly, although a twinkle in her eyes belied the all together innocent girl look.
"Grab a bag, Becky," Anna said, "and let's get these things upstairs."
Anna skipped up the stairs with the vigour of someone half her age and Becky followed suit. The pair made an attractive sight as they mounted each stair, each swaying seductively on wide well proportioned hips.
The room was as we had left it, bar the window that had been left open to disperse the previously musty smell. They left me to unpack, excusing themselves and bouncing down the stairs on the same creaky floorboards. On the bottom landing and almost out of earshot, I heard the reverberations of muted conversation and a giggle that I guessed came from Becky, followed by a more urgent 'Shush' and then silence. I wondered what the girls were discussing...
I had almost finished unpacking when a soft, almost inaudible knock came from the door.
"Come in," I answered and a moment later a short man with whispy balding hair let himself in. He had the ruddy complexion of someone who had struggled up the stairs.
"Good morning," he said with a sly well-oiled voice, "my name is Brandon."
He smiled but the smile never reached his beady eyes. He wore a grey suit with a matching grey waistcoat t that struggled to keep his corpulent belly in check. He held out a limp, but perfectly manicured hand and I took it.
"Nice to meet you," I replied, "my name is Luke."
"Yes, I know," he said dismissively, "students... well I guess we were all one once. So Anna says you're studying medicine?" He put great emphasis on the word 'medicine' as if it was a badge of honour not to be sullied by the likes of me. "I'm a doctor myself, Cambridge educated and St Barts trained. I consult in the city. You may have heard of me? Brandon Fielding? I have an office at the University."
I hadn't heard of him but rather than upset our fledgling relationship, I nodded non-committally.
Unimpressed he continued, "Well I see you're settling in, so just to make sure we understand each other, I'd like to set out a few ground rules. I don't expect that my wife has covered these?" He paused for my response, but on receiving none, he continued with a slightly bored expression, "In my estimation, women are good for one thing only, and by golly that applies to Anna as much as any woman, so I don't expect that she mentioned to you that if we're all to get along, then there are restrictions on guests."
I didn't make a sound as his unblinking eyes bored into me. He dabbed a linen handkerchief to his perspiring face and continued, his flabby jowls and double chin wobbling as he spoke, "No friends after 9 pm, and no girls at all. Period. I hope I make myself clear on that point. The bathroom is free at 8 pm for 15 minutes, and most important of all, rent is paid in full, 1-month in advance.
Again there was silence as he regarded me. I felt exposed under his fixed stare and was relieved when he finally filled the void, "So, I trust that meets with your satisfaction."
It wasn't a question - more an expectation, that I suspected was rarely challenged.
"Ermm, yes," I said, the words stumbled out as lame as a horse with laminitis.
"Good," he said in that affected way that the upper class sometimes use when addressing their house staff. "Then I trust we shall all get along."
He turned and the little man with the self-importance of a D-listed celebrity left the room.
A gust of wind blew in through the window and as I closed it, I was greeted by storm clouds marching in from the west. By the time evening had struck they had arrived in full force, beating down on the roof and lighting up the sky in a majestic show of fireworks. I studied by the desk easily committing to memory the anatomy of the male reproductive system in preparation for a test. I reviewed the textbook images noting how the external penis was clad in a thick sheet of muscle that continued on as the internal portion within the pelvis. It was richly innervated with its sensitive musculature blending with the external anal sphincter muscles making an orgasm a shared experience for both organs. Satisfied that I could imagine a three dimensional model of the turgid penis and rotate it in my mind from any angle, together with the underlying nerves and blood vessels, I fell into my bed. I slept fitfully though, due to the howling of the wind in the eaves and was suddenly awakened by something smashing. I couldn't tell what it was but a moment later I heard raised voices coming from the room below.
"Fool of a woman."
