This story will make more sense if you have read my first Madeline story (July 2016).
I placed this story in the Mature category because the mature Madeline qualifies to be there. However, her adventure dips into Loving Wives, First Time, BDSM (d/s), Lesbian, Group Sex, and Erotic Couplings (not in that order).
Some gal. And, oh yes, its quite long, and slow for the sex to start, so there's no instant gratification. As a work of pure fiction any resemblance to persons living or dead is just a coincidence. One other thing, look out for the lobster.
My thanks to QTš for her advice and editing skills.
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Madeline looked at the bleak white winter scene outside the living room window. The sleet came down in waves. The first week of December was early for the snow to fall and stay. She continued dusting in the early afternoon daylight.
"Why are we so happy this afternoon?" Alfred taunted.
"Me. Happy?"
"Yes. You are humming away to yourself and smiling inanely." Alfred was grouchy, as had been the case for over a year.
"Well I can think of two reasons. First was the good news you received yesterday."
Alfred's urologist had agreed to a holiday from his hormonal treatment for his prostrate cancer. "No more of that ghastly stuff that has made you so sick." Madeline spoke contrary to the medical advice that the Lupron was not the cause of Alfred's sickness.
"And then there's the fact I worked out at the Fitness center this morning." After a short pause, Madeline added, "Must be those happy exercise hormones." She smiled again at her own rationalization. She did not mention the two other reasons for her suppressed joy.
Her present pleasure had started a few months earlier when she received a letter from a Solicitor in England that she may be the recipient of a bequest from an ancient Aunt. Since Alfred had been sick Madeline always took the mail in from the box. For reasons she did not fully understand, Madeline made no mention of the inheritance to Alfred. At first because she believed she's received the letter by mistake. Later, as she was able to convince the solicitor she was the long lost great niece, she started to regard the potential monies as hers and hers alone.
About a week before Alfred questioned her as to her happy face when she was innocently dusting, she had heard that not only was the estate settled, she had inherited over one hundred and ninety thousand pounds sterling. A considerable sum. Madeline was turning it over in her mind how to claim and spend this found money on her self. A plan was beginning to form around the idea that she would fabricate a visit the ancient aunt, pretending to Alfred that she was still alive.
Out of the blue came a further pleasant, and complimentary, surprise for Madeline. She received an e-mail from Bill. Suddenly the sexy events of four years earlier became like yesterday and reignited feelings she had buried. The e-mail invited her to England for the last two weeks in June, "for some fun". She could not believe all that time had sped by as she remembered her risky but wonderful adventures with him.
Alfred's intermittent sex activities had died completely when he was prescribed the testosterone suppressant. Madeline accepted the situation and put her sexual urges into a never-never land in the back of her consciousness. Another never mentioned, yet upsetting factor arose from the potential emasculating impact of Alfred being made redundant, albeit with a very handsome exit package and early payment of a full pension that would keep them comfortable for the rest of their lives.
The invitation from Bill exploded the wall Madeline had built around her suppressed sexuality and she found herself very horny. For the first time in almost four years she masturbated in the shower and then in the laundry room and had a need to do it again and again, but not quite to the point whereby she allowed the urges to dominate her life.
Madeline never hinted to Alfred anything about her liberated libido. She recognized there was a probability his sex drive might return once his testosterone levels improved. She did not want to raise the specter of sex together and further stress him because he could not perform. Further Alfred's health seemed to be getting worse. Madeline was also concerned this would interfere with her possible plans.
Bill urged her that to get the most out of her holiday she needed to be both fit and in good shape. This prompt immediately drove Madeline to sign up at the local fitness center. She also hired a personal trainer, Joanne. The lady was tough and unrelenting, but promised results. Madeline was determined to be equal to any challenges her trainer demanded. She explained her sudden interest in getting fit to Alfred, "You know, one has to be fit. If I need to care for you then its important I look after my health and fitness." Alfred never again raised an eyebrow at Madeline's new passion.
Apart from some sore muscles and slightly stiff joints, the training went well. Madeline noticed her weight was going down slowly as she also reduced the portions she ate. That weight she retained slowly started to redistribute itself advantageously.