Author's note: As ever, if you haven't yet read the previous three chapters, it might help you to follow this if you did.
And as ever also, my deep thanks to my sweet American editor. Without her interest and care, this story would never have happened.
1.
Sarah emerged from sleep. Watched the pattern of light through the bedroom curtains, listened as the thrushes and blackbirds began their mellifluous chorus in John's small back garden. Glanced at the clock: six am.
John was folded into her back, his cock semi-tumescent against her. She wriggled her ass deliberately and felt him harden against her buttocks. She knew it was their last day together: he'd told them he had to go to Edinburgh on an afternoon train for a meeting with his publisher. She was due to move on to Paris the next day. Sue's plan, of course. Sarah would have been very happy to visit Scotland with John, but the girls' itinerary had been booked, so that wasn't going to happen.
Maybe it was just as well. She had become attached to John during their few days together. Suspected that there would be emotional pain on parting, if they were together much longer. No, she knew there would be anyway. And she loved her husband deeply. This was just a holiday, an escape from her reality.
The reality of her husband's multiple sclerosis, her daily care routine. Bed-washing him; lifting him onto the wheelchair to get him to the toilet; lifting him onto the pan for his morning evacuation; cleaning his ass for him; brushing his teeth for him; and getting him to the kitchen. Then getting her young daughter out of bed and ready for school and making breakfast for all of them.
Taking her beloved daughter to school, then back to do household chores, get some shopping done, and care for her husband till it was time to get back to school to collect her daughter. Homework supervision, dinner, showering her husband in the wheelchair-accessible shower, lifting his hundred-and-sixty pounds into bed. Reading to her daughter before she eventually sank to a dead asleep.
Sometimes Sarah was so exhausted by the routine that she didn't even have the energy to open her computer once her responsibilities were done, to chat to her friends. Before she met John a couple of days ago, she hadn't had sex since her husband's potency finally succumbed to the MS eight years previously.
But she had found time to get to know John online, and was she so glad she had.
She wriggled round and kissed his face softly: Hey John, this is our last day together honey. Gonna wake up for me?
He slowly emerged from sleep, eyes flickering open.
Oh Sarah, he breathed. I am just so glad that we've found each other. Stirring himself fully awake: What would you like to do with this wonderful day, lover?
I...mmm...I just don't know John. She snuggled onto him, spreading her thighs over his. She felt his erection press into her belly and sighed: I think I might be more interested in you than in seeing more of London, though.
He gently pushed her from him. Well my dear, he whispered, maybe you need some breakfast before we decide?
He slipped from the warm bed, grabbed his gown, and made his way to the wee kitchen. She listened drowsily as he moved about, heard the kettle click and other noises. He returned presently with a tray: Darjeeling, eggs and bacon with potato scones, toast and marmalade. She pulled herself up beside him, sipped her tea, and munched appreciatively on the meal. Her full breasts stood proud on her as she turned to kiss him.
Thank you sweetie, she whispered.
Sarah, you know it's all my pleasure, as his lips fastened on her nipples. She squirmed hard into him again: Suck my clit, she breathed. His head moved south obediently and she parted her legs to allow him access to her aroused cunt: Ohh baby, please suck me.
His mouth fastened on her and she writhed to the feel of his lips and tongue: You know I want you Sarah. And his tongue probed her, drinking and scenting her delicious sex, teasing and pursing his tight lips around her throbbing clit.
Sarah was writhing and wriggling hard now just needing to be blown out of her head.
I have to fuck your cunt now darling he whispered to her as he moved up so his hardness was probing between her gaping labia. He thrust in hard and she shuddered, kissing his mouth.
Oh darling, she whimpered as they fucked themselves to total implosion, grunting and eventually collapsing together.
2.
Hey baby? He moved his hands over her sexiness, his cock again poking her ass. I think we should see a bit more of this city, don't you?
She turned to kiss him again, relishing the soft movement of his lips on hers: Mmm, I'm not at all sure about that? Why don't we just stay here honey?
Because, my sweet, I'm your tour guide, and it's my job to ensure you see a bit more of this amazing city, so get your sweet ass out of bed now. I'm taking you to Camden Market. He rubbed his cock hard into her bum, then climbed out of bed.
A little later, they caught a bus on the main road near his flat, and she watched from the top deck as inner-suburban London slid past them. He pointed out features, architecture, and the various ethnic shops. She gawped, intrigued by the complete strangeness of it all, a different side of the tourist London she'd seen so far. John's fingers were well up her skirt and she gasped as he stroked her pussy-lips lovingly, wondering if anyone could see. The fingers prodded deep into her pussy, then he withdrew them. Next stop Sarah, he murmured, and he was pulling her up off the seat and down the stairs.
