After the great fun that we had a few weeks ago in October I thought that we would be sated and happy for a number of months, or even a year or two given what Suzie had experienced with Ian in Scotland and our slow journey over the past 10 years. I was certainly not going push my luck for a few months. However, it looked like she’d awoken somewhat, and was quite proactive at home, snuggling up to me more often and enjoying a number of middle-aged slow fucks and playing when we were alone at home. Both children were settled in their new homes and work pressures were easing for her, letting us explore more openly in conversations what we fancied or wanted to do in the next few hours or days.

Christmas was approaching, as was the colder and wet weather, and we’d started to light our large cast iron wood burner on Friday evenings, keeping it alive for the whole weekend in our large orangery, which has a glass roof and a long wall of glass at the front. When it’s dark, and the only light is from the stove and the large church candles, the roof reflects everything like a mirror, -quite amazing! We spent many an evening in front of the fire, with me rubbing Suzie’s calves and thighs in the heat as her dressing gown opened, allowing her to eventually hook her legs over my shoulder or the back of the sofas as I fingered her to an orgasm. We both enjoyed gazing up at our reflections in the ceiling, seeing more and more erotic body angles, shapes and curves which turned us both on. We laughed as it probably looked like a 1970’s porn star’s bedroom with a mirror over the bed.

Suzie has always had a lot of guys, -including a lot of my friends, flirting with her, but it’s always been too close to home to let anything happen. She is a warm and friendly soul, who is very touchy-feely, and as she’s so attractive physically, -as well as in her character, she gets men drooling over her all the time.

It was mid-December, and we were coming home from an appointment by car; the phone went, and I answered hands-free. It was Allan, a good friend who I hadn’t spoken to for about 7 or 8 months, and had not enjoyed a drink in his company for a couple of years. He lives over four hours’ car journey away, and was asking if he could catch-up, and stay the night before nipping to see a new client in our area the following day. Once I explained that Suzie was also in the car, they had a nice (but flirty at first!) conversation, talking about family and Christmas planning. As soon as Suzie asked about his wife and kids Allan immediately mentioned how they were growing up fast, but only mentioned his wife in a cool manner. The conversation finished with Suzie agreeing to make him a meal for the coming Sunday evening, when he’d stay with us, and depart for his client Monday morning. I thought nothing of it as he’s stayed with us many times before.

As we continued our journey Suzie mentioned his lack of enthusiasm for his wife, and I told her to not get involved; I said, just make us a nice meal and we can have a drink and a chat, and as it’ll be Sunday night, we’ll all get to bed early for Monday morning work. I knew that Suzie wasn’t at all attracted to him, but we both knew that he’d had a hard time from his wife over the past few years, which I’d explained to Suzie; he’d mentioned to me a couple of years ago that he’d not been allowed to fuck his wife, or even touched her intimately, since his son had been born and he was now edging on being eleven years of age! And from what he was telling me, she would certainly not be one to offer him a quick handjob to ease his frustrations, in fact he joked about having an occasional wank when he was out in the day in his truck or tractor. I brought this up in the car with Suzie, -without any form of underlying agenda, -whilst we carried on with our journey

Suzie is a like a dog with a bone, which infuriates me at times; she just won’t drop a topic. Within half an hour she muttered, ‘I can’t believe that she’s turned it off like that, and being about 14 years younger than him you’d think that she’d be still wanting a good shag occasionally. Poor bloke! What a bitch!’ I said just leave it, ‘it’s someone else’s problem, now let’s just have a cuppa’, as we arrived home.

Four or five days went past, and the weekend arrived. Suzie had mentioned Allan a few times in the week, -just innocuously asking about timings and food as she planned to get some fresh groceries on the Saturday morning. I rang Allan just to confirm that he was still coming, and to ask what time he hoped to get to us, to which he replied ‘about 5 to 5:30’; we subsequently planned to have food about 6:30pm.

Sunday began with a large brunch, ‘enough to tie us over until dinner tonight’ said Suzie, as she washed up our dishes. I left the house to go and do bits and pieces in the outbuildings, including ripping some sheets of plywood up with my table saw; I remember the day well! About two hours later Suzie brought out a coffee and chocolate biscuit, and gave me a kiss as she left me to it. I continued tidying up for another few hours, until she came back up to the workshop to tell me that it was just after 4, and that I should get showered and changed as Allan would be here in less than an hour. Suzie had clearly washed her hair, and it was now nicely blow-dried, and she looked fresh in her face. She again disappeared, allowing me to sweep up and to follow her back to the house.

I peered into the kitchen, where Suzie was busy finishing tidying up, -with roast potatoes and veg in the oven, together with a beef stew. Easy meals to serve, giving her time to enjoy the conversation with me and Allan, and allowing her the ability to delay serving if Allan was late. I shouted that I was off for a shower. When I got to the bathroom, I could see that Suzie had showered earlier, which was pretty normal for her if we were entertaining, but I had this kind of niggle that there was something amiss. I thought that I’d said something to annoy her, -or maybe it was the kids…

Allan’s there! Was the shout that I heard from the kitchen, as I finished getting dressed, -which was my cue to go and meet Allan at the front of the house. Allan was in good form, pleased to see me and taking the piss out of me immediately! We sat in the large glass room where the wood stove was roaring away, keeping us warm as it got dark very quickly outside, and the drizzle set in for the night. Suzie then appeared, having changed quickly from what she was wearing in the kitchen. I was quite surprised, almost shocked. She’d put on a tight pair of light coloured blue jeans, cropped above the ankles, with a relatively tight, but fitted, white blouse with buttons all down the front. Clearly, I could see that she’d put on one of her best white lace bras, and the pattern could be seen through the blouse. On her feet were her ‘comfy’ flat brown leather penny shoes; she looked absolutely lovely, calm and so quietly confident and sexy! She went directly across to Allan, giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, to which he replied with ‘my favourite person in the whole world!’ which gave away his long standing desire for her. Suzie blushed, giggled, and welcomed him into our house. Suzie and Allan sat down whilst I fetched glasses for a bottle of red wine that had been warming by the fire.

Conversation was flowing quickly, with all three of us laughing at some of the stories that Allan was regaling; he’d always been one for mishaps and minor accidents, very much a joker! Suzie got up after 20 minutes to check on dinner, and I couldn’t help noticing Allan staring at her curvy arse wrapped in tight denim as she turned to head for the kitchen, which left me feeling proud that she’d made an effort for the evening and was still able to pull the eye. Allan and I continued to chat for a couple of minutes before Suzie called us to go to the dining room; I quickly grabbed a second bottle of wine to take to the table.

Food was great, and we’d started a third bottle of wine by the time we came back into the glass room. Suzie, -as she’d got up before Allan and myself from the table, had dashed into the room and filled the stove with wood, and lit more candles, which intrigued me. She was being very proactive in the ‘Blue Jobs’, which was what I usually did.

About five minutes passed and we all settled down to grab an hour in front of the fire, with Allan and myself moving on to whiskey. Suzie excused the fact that she was messaging her sister on the telephone, and would be finished very soon. Allan and I acknowledged her, but we were both quite tipsy and really chilled, enjoying the fire.

A few minutes later my mobile phone beeped, I knew that it was a WhatsApp message, but I stayed in my seat, enjoying the craic. A few more minutes went by there was another one, and then a quick third, which got me to keep talking to Allan but get up and walk to the phone. These were the messages;

Message 1: If u don’t mind, I’m going to give Allan a wank. Give him another drink and I will do it in 1 hour. I will call house later and you say that neighbour wants help on the farm with tree down. Take the car and leave at end of driveway. Walk back to back door and enjoy x.

Message 2: I have unlocked back door; its wet outside take coat.

Message 3: Enjoy xx I love you xx

I was shocked. I never saw this coming as I knew she didn’t find Allan at all attractive as we’d spoken about him before. I was shaking and my heart racing; I looked across at Suzie and she calmly smiled, blushed, asking me to look after Allan’s glass. I regained some composure, walked to fetch the whiskey bottle and topped up our glasses, including Suzie’s wine, however she declined a full glass…

The conversation ended up around cleaning, and how Suzie enjoys using bleach everywhere, and keeping the house absolutely spotless. In fact if she is stressed, she turns to cleaning, allowing her time to think and reflect, and giving her satisfaction at the end of the day. We joked about her cleaning ways, ribbing her for how she found relaxation in cleaning, with a few smutty comments, bringing about a lot of laughter. As the laughter died down Suzie discreetly touched her phone and then put it back under her thigh; the house phone started ringing, which made my heart jump again. Shit! I thought, it’s going to happen! I was so, so, so, excited, she’d caught me completely off guard as I usually plan these things with her, and this time I had no plan and had little idea what was going to happen. I got up, went to the kitchen, picked the handset up, listened and put it down. I drank a small glass of water, looked for my car keys, checked the back door, and walked through to the glass room with wellies in my hand and a coat over my arm.

‘I’m really sorry, I need to nip out for a bit, it seems that two large branches have down with the Crawshaw’s next door; their son is away, and they’ve asked me to just help move them out of the driveway before the milk tanker comes at 5 in the morning. I shouldn’t be long’ I said. Suzie immediately leapt to support the story, asking if I could call her once I was ready to come back so that she could put a fresh brew on. I said that I would, apologised to Allan again, and suggested that I shouldn’t be more than an hour.

Our driveway is about 200 yards long, and had two bends in it and a downward slope as it met the tarmac road. I’d been drinking and shouldn’t drive, but I knew that I only needed (and so did Suzie) to get the car out of the gaze of the glass room and I was ‘gone’ from the house. I left the car locked in a field entrance, donned my coat and wellies, and walked back briskly to the back door, quietly easing myself into the house.

I could hear the conversation in the glass room, and from two of the ground floor bedroom windows I was overlooking Allan and Suzie chatting away on their low laid-back chairs, only 6 or 8 feet away. I had bought a few ‘Plantation’ chairs a few years ago; they are low, wide, have a very relaxed shape and are simply the best for chilling in front of the fire.

Allan started laughing at how I had teased Suzie about her cleaning fetish, jokingly claiming that I was cruel to her, and that she was no way ‘a little scrubber’. Suzie laughed, and said that she found cleaning really relaxing and therapeutic, saying that he should try it! In the meantime I very slowly edged my window open, -only by a few inches, until I could hear all of the conversation and even feel the heat from the fire which was about 10 feet away to my right. There was an atmosphere forming.

Suzie asked Allan how his family were, and after the pleasantries of how his kids were doing Suzie asked about his wife, Lucy. Allan drew a long breath, and said that things were still the same, we get on for the kids’ sake. Suzie commented sympathetically, and asked if he’d thought about leaving her, or seeing someone else, even on a part time physical basis? He kept staring at the fire and said that he was too busy to do anything like that, suggesting that you make your own bed… After a long pause Suzie exclaimed, ‘this is depressing, here, lets top up your glass!’ and with that she poured him another whiskey, and raised the energy level a bit.

‘So what do you do, -to, -you know, relieve stress?’ said Suzie, causing my heart to jump a beat as she was trying to edge the conversation towards sex. ‘I mean his nibs is always wanting a quick fuck or a handjob, probably 4 or 5 times a week’ she said, so what do you do? (knowing about the occasional wank he had in the truck or the tractor). He just laughed, shuffled uncomfortably in the seat, and said ‘I have my own quiet times’, offering a short nervous laugh at the same time. The tension in the air was tangible, however Suzie again lightened it. ‘Let me go and check the dishwasher she said’, prompting Allan to slowly prise himself from the chair, muttering that he had to go and have a pee’. I could hear muffled conversations as he went to the bathroom, followed by Suzie quietly coming down the corridor to check if I was ok with the evening. She had seen me edge the window open gently and just wanted final confirmation that all was well, -which it was. I had so many questions to ask her, but she flitted off to the kitchen again before I had time to ask.

Within a few minutes they both returned to their seats, with Suzie topping up the fire with more wood, allowing the conversation to continue. My mind was wondering how Suzie was going to attempt to do anything given that Allan was slightly drunk and the conversation, whilst simmering, needed a little kick.

I knew that something was not too far away, and then it started. Suzie suddenly got up, and said to Allan, ‘I know, I’ll show you what’s relaxing and fun about cleaning!’, ‘you won’t think that its tedious after I show you what I mean’. Allan laughed, and said that his car and office needed cleaning if she was interested. By the time Allan had finished his words Suzie was already out of the room and heading into the house.

Two minutes later Suzie returned with a small hand bowl in her hands, and towels over her shoulder! ‘Now then’ she said, lets show you what I mean. She set the bowl down at the side of Allan, throwing the towels down onto her seat, and stepping across to pick up a folded blanket for her knees which lay on a nearby footstool. I had no idea what she had in mind, -was she going to wash the fireplace, wash his feet, or what? Then came the punchline, ‘why don’t you stand up and step out of your trousers and pants, I’m going to give your cock a lovely clean, -a mini bed-bath’, -‘He won’t be home for ages, and he’ll call as he’s leaving our neighbours, and failing that we can see his lights coming up the drive’. My heart stopped, and my stomach dropped. Allan was visibly shocked, said nothing for a few seconds, and then started spluttering about ‘I can’t do this to him, -no way as it’ll spoil things!’. Suzie replied ‘You’re not doing anything, just sitting there, -I’m the one doing, and I thought I’d cheer you up for Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t fancy you, -sorry, but I like cleaning (giggling) and I know that you’ve fancied me and my tits for 30 years! Win-win!’

Christ, I didn’t know what to say, -or think. Suzie had truly aced me with this surprise, and Allan was as confused as any bloke could be in the situation. ‘Quick, get your trousers down as you’re wasting time, and the water is getting cold!’ said Suzie, switching into professional cleaning mode, which was probably how she was going to conduct the activity. The glass room was very dark, lit only by the flames of the large wood burning stove and the many large church candles strewn around. ‘Come on, stand up and get them off, -or are you too chicken now that I’ve taken the first step?’ said Suzie in a soft and girlie voice. I was holding my breath, making sure that I could hear every sound and word spoken, hoping that Allan would give in.

Allan stood up, and started undoing his belt buckle, and then his trouser button, -‘fuck it’, he said, as he took his trousers and boxers down in one quick movement, but then continuing to ask Suzie if it was ok, and what was she going to do to him. After placing a towel on his cushion, Suzie told him to sit back down, and make himself comfortable in front of the fire; shuffling herself on her knees, slightly to the side to let the glow and warmth of the fire land on his knees and crotch, whilst she started to soap-up a flannel with the hot water. She gently wiped the flannel on his thighs, lightly moving her hands from just above his left knee (which was closest to her) up to his groin. Allan groaned, as Suzie told him to relax and enjoy it. She then washed the flannel again in the hot water and repeated the same on his right thigh, having to lift herself up on her knees a bit, stretching over the low arm of the chair with her huge tits squashed against them. She carefully went over both legs twice more. She then carefully dried and buffed his thighs with another towel, which she’d left in front of the fire, making it warm and probably more sensual. Allan’s cock was semi-erect, about 4 inches in length, quite thick, and circumcised, showing a dry helmet amidst a lot of pubic hair. Suzie mentioned to me later that he didn’t seem to take his grooming very seriously, but she’d anticipated that as she’d made her mind up the previous week to play with him. She said that he was clean and fresh, and found that the copious pubic hair reminded her of how we were in the 80’s!

Suzie asked him to wriggle down the seat a few inches, offering her the chance to get her flannel over his lower tummy and to start touching his cock. Having wiped him a few times with the hot flannel she rinsed it and left it aside, reaching back into the bowl with her hands, playing with the soap until her hands were completely lathered; she reached over the chair’s arm and without any hesitation started to rub Allan’s cock and balls in soap, reaching to the bowl a few times to fetch more water and soap. Allan’s pubes were completely wet, glistening in the fire light as she started to pull and push the whole length of his shaft, -which had naturally started to grow to a decent firm size. He groaned and swore as Suzie carefully manipulated his cock in her hands, carefully and slowly twisting her hands around the full length of his shaft and rubbing a thumb across his ridge. I could see everything from where I was watching, even the foam of the soap as it was being smeared. ‘Is this nice?’ asked Suzie, adding ‘this is the kind of cleaning I like on a weekend’, laughing as she said it. Allan replied with very few words, simply enjoying the moment and lightly swearing as Suzie stroked his cock to a stiff 6 or 7 inches.

After a few minutes Suzie asked him to lift each leg onto the chair’s low arms, causing him to edge downwards a bit more in the seat, opening his legs further and fully exposing his hairy balls. She edged around to sit between his legs, reaching slightly forward she brought her soapy hands down from the base of his cock, carefully, slowly, but firmly rubbing the creamy foam into them. Just as she does with me, she separated them with her thumbs and started scratching her fingernails in his groin and working down to his sack. By this time Allan’s cock was absolutely rock hard, standing upright like a totem pole in the light of the fire.

Suzie commented on his manhood, saying how nice it was to see that she can still get a cock to rise in middle age, -the usual self-deprecating comment that comes when she wants the nod to go further. She also mentioned that her back was getting warm from the fire, and giving her a relaxed feel with the wine inside her. She then asked him what he liked the most, -the massaging of his balls or the stroking of his cock, to which he replied that his cock was aching and could she stop for a minute or two or he’d spunk really quickly. Suzie laughed, and said something about the fact that her thighs and sleeves were getting wet from the soapy water. Given Allan’s latest comment she retracted her wet hands, dried them with a towel, and proceeded to dry his nuts and groin with it, pulling his cock towards her to gently dry it as well. As she did this she whispered, ‘I’ll give you a rest while I get rid of the bowl’. She stood up, quite red-faced from the heat of the fire and went back into the main part of the house. Within minutes she returned with another fresh small towel, and offered Allan another top-up of whiskey, -which he declined. Suzie took another sip of wine and again kneeled down in front of him, between his legs. His cock had eased a little in stature, bringing a girlie comment from Suzie, suggesting that she had more work to do.

By now Allan’s cock was leaking pre-cum, which Suzie loves. She put her right hand around his semi-erect cock and started to rub her thumb over the end of it, spreading the stickiness around his cut helmet. Her left hand gently massaged his balls, pinched his sack and even dug its nails into the hair to begin lightly scratching them. Within a minute he was fully erect again, causing Suzie to again comment on how he was a ‘good boy’ when Aunty Suzie wanted him to pay attention! She loves saying things like that and I absolutely adore it as it’s so sexy…

Suzie eased her grip on his cock and brought both hands back to her lap; she mentioned her wet clothes again, and asked Allan if he minded if she took them off? (What a damn stupid yet evocative and girlie question! (Lovely xxx!)). My heart was pounding again, trying to control my breathing so that I could hear them talk and not allow them to hear me. For some stupid reason I thought that Suzie would simply undo her blouse buttons and peel it off whilst sat on the floor, -but she didn’t.

Suzie stood up, went over to the fire, opened the doors and filled it with logs again, -showing off her full curvy arse wrapped in light blue denim. She stood upright, kicked off her shoes to reveal her painted toes, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse whilst standing with her back to him. Once undone she pulled it out of her jeans and placed it on the other chair. I thought to myself that she looked so attractive, -topless but for her lacy white bra. I just couldn’t believe my eyes, -Allan must have been in his element! But then, to my surprise and amazement, Suzie unpicked her belt and jeans button, bent over and pushed her jeans down to the floor, letting Allan have an eyeful of her arse wrapped in a matching white lacy pair of knickers, -and I’m sure he would not have missed the opportunity to peer for her pussy crack through the material. She knew exactly what she was doing! With that she picked her jeans up, threw them onto the chair and topped up her wine wearing just her knickers and bra. Quite calmly she then picked up the whiskey bottle and placed herself on her knees between Allan’s legs again, just as the fire was starting to flicker with large yellow flames on her back and the wider room. ‘So after 25 years you’ve seen my boobs finally’ she said, wiggling them gently as 38GGs don’t behave well to a vigorous and energetic shake! ‘Wow, they’re magnificent, flipping hell. Fuck sake Suze, this is my only true dream. Fuck sake!’ He was absolutely in heaven, and I was pretty bloody excited myself; my cock was quite flaccid however, as it had been up and down so many times over the past 40 or 50 minutes, but it was oozing pre-cum like anything.

Suzie, looking as proud as punch, blushed, said ‘you’re welcome, enjoy it. Just chill. Rich still hasn’t called and the weather’s getting worse so he might be a while more’. With that she took a sip of wine, placed the glass down and reached for the fresh towel. She unrolled it to reveal a bottle of play lube, ‘fuck’ I thought, she’s going to make him spunk now.

Suzie is an expert at sucking and stroking cock, and it gives her immense psychological pleasure; Allan had little idea of what he was going to receive over the next 10 or 15 minutes. She placed the towel over her full, curvy, milky thighs, and proceeded to lift herself slightly whilst pouring the lube on her hands; ‘oooohhh, I’m sorry this is going to be cold at first but it’ll soon warm up’ she said, as she squirted it on to her left hand. Again she apologised as she started to apply the lube, initially with her left hand and then with both. Allan started to make noises within seconds as Suzie very slowly stroked his lower shaft and started to massage his balls whilst talking to them in the third sense. ‘Oh you are a pair of naughty boys, hiding away in your sleeping bag, -come on let’s see what you look like!’ said Suzie in a girlie little voice again, ‘You both feel big and full, ready for emptying’ as she easily pulled them forward into a stretched and tightened ball bag; this looked so erotic given that Allan’s legs were still over the chair’s arms, Suzie was sat just in knickers and bra, and of course the light of the fire and candles.

Suzie started asking Allan why he was so wound up, just asking him to chill as everything will be fine; ‘you’ve now seen my arse and tits after many years, so hopefully they’ve not disappointed, though I’m a bit heavier these days’ she said. Allan just replied with a laugh and ‘they’re all fucking perfect!’. With that Suzie thanked him coyly, blushing again as she took his positive comment as a nod to go further, withdrawing her hands from his lap; ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t think’ she suddenly said, as she moved her hands around to unpick her bra. Wow, I never thought that she’d ever pull her blouse or jeans off, let alone her bra; whilst she didn’t find Allan mildly attractive, she was either not too put off by what was happening, or taking more pity over his situation, or giving me a lovely Christmas present, -or all three! He hands came back to the front, stripping her bra away and letting her huge soft, warm, milky breasts fall onto the seat in front of Allan’s cock and balls. ‘Now you can say that you’ve really seen my tits!’ she said in a naughty voice; ‘Do you still like them now?’ she asked. Allan just grinned, lent forward and started gently touching them; Suzie sat further up on her knees, pushed them further between his legs and carefully placed them around Allan’s now fully erect cock. ‘Does that feel nice and warm’ asked Suzie, knowing how much I (and other men) enjoy tits around their cocks. His only answer was ‘perfect, just perfect’ as he kneaded them gently, finding her nipples and rubbing them lightly.’ Suzie, to my shock and without uttering a single word, got further up on her knees, leant forward and calmly took his cock in her mouth whilst supporting her hands on the chair’s arms whilst holding on to his shins. Allan simply swore, showing that he was on cloud 9; something that he’d joked about for over 25 years, -and I knew that he was serious about how nice he thought Suzie was, had come true. Suzie slowly rode her mouth up and down his shaft for about 30 seconds, bringing her right hand across to help rub his helmet across her teeth and lips. As he groaned and squirmed in the seat she pulled her mouth away, saying ‘ you can also say now that I gave you a blowjob!’, smiling as she sat upright and lifted the towel to wipe her mouth.

Suzie told me later that by this time she’d spent all of her ideas to make things exciting for Allan, and there was no way that she’d let him come in her mouth or get to shag her, so it was time to make him spunk after an hour’s playing.

Suzie poured more lube on her hands, and started stroking Allan’s cock, this time moving all over his shaft and rolling the palm of her hand up and over his helmet, gently rubbing her thumb pad on his ridge. He moaned and groaned, swore again and from the arching of his back and thrusting of his groin upwards he wasn’t far from coming. With those signals, Suzie leant forward again, rubbing her heavily lubed hands on her breasts as well as pushing them back around his cock. She added more lube, and made sure that between her breasts and his rigid cock there was little but slimy skin against skin, knowing that he’d be coming in seconds. ‘Would you like to spunk on my tits?’ she said, but there was no answer as in a few seconds, -together with an almighty grunt and swearing, Allan orgasmed. Suzie slowed her hands down, avoided his sensitive helmet, and kept gently squeezing his shaft upwards as it oozed out over her hands. He exploded, probably not having had anything like this build up for many years; a quick wank on your own is nothing as intense as this kind of thing. She’d got spunk on her hair, splashes on her face, and lots on her breast and chest, not to mention the copious amounts of goo on her right hand.

Allan was exhausted, and having got such a hard erection and intense orgasm as he did in his 50’s, with so much alcohol in him was quite an accomplishment I thought. Poor bastard! Suzie laughed and slowly wiped her hair, her tits, and her hands on the towel, while Allan simply sat back on the chair, slowly getting his breath back and dragging the towel from underneath him so that he could wipe his thighs and cock. From where I was watching I could see that Suzie was quite proud of the fact that she’d made a dear friend very happy, fulfilled his dream of having some kind of sex with her, and was looking quite pleased with herself. She stood up and continued to wipe herself down, getting down to her mummy tummy and thighs; without a second thought she stepped away from where she’d sat for the fun and took her knickers off, picking them up by deliberately bending over to show her pussy fleetingly to Allan. I couldn’t see what it looked like from my angle, but Allan got a good eyeful; Suzie’s only comment was ‘now you’ve also seen my pussy’ as she picked her clothes up and went into the house for a quick shower, leaving Allan to tidy himself up. Suzie passed the dark spare room where I was watching, popped her head in and simply said ‘did you enjoy? Was it fun?’ to which I replied with an ‘awesome’ before she darted to the bedroom for a shower. I popped my head into the bedroom and simply said that I was going to sneak out and fetch the car.

By the time I’d arrived back, almost an hour and a half had gone by since I’d left; I came into the kitchen through the back door and put the kettle on. Allan came through first, looking slightly flustered and still wiping his face and hands from the brief wash he’d had in the small bathroom. I made up a short story about the branches being quite large and that the neighbours asked me in for a coffee and to say thanks, and was just getting to the end of it as Suzie stepped into the kitchen in her bath robe, -still drying her hair with a towel. I looked at her and she immediately blushed and said she’d spilt wine over herself and had a quick shower to clean up. We drank coffee with a dram in it and said our good-nights and all trotted to bed.

I mentioned later in bed that I thought that she’d never had gotten away with such a feeble story, especially as they both looked very naughty. We both laughed and Suzie turned to me, saying how much she loved me, and that the journey with Allan wasn’t too bad, ‘in fact I enjoyed the power of bringing a man’s dream to life; he can go to his grave knowing that he saw my tits and he got to spunk over them!’, she said, and that's probably what escorts do, but get paid for it! ‘You owe me’ she said. I added that he'd seen her pussy as well, but that I hadn’t; I explained about the angle from the bedroom window, to which she said ‘I’m tired, so you can’t see it now, but you can pop something into it to make sure it’s ok (naughty minx giving me the come on). With that she grasped my cock, wiggled the semi that I had, and turned over on to her knees and opened her legs for a doggy fuck. By the time I’d stroked into her 3 or 4 times I was as hard as a nail, and within the minute we’d both orgasmed, letting me roll off her arse and lay beside her as she simply got off to sleep face down.

The morning came, and we both woke about 6-ish; Suzie cuddled me, said she loved me, and giggled whilst reflecting about the night before. She again said that she didn’t fancy Allan at all, and found the experience kind of ‘professional’ in the sexual sense, maybe like an escort of sorts. However, she said that she really surprised herself with how much she enjoyed the experience of making a close friend’s life-long dream come true. Suzie knew that Allan had fancied the pants off her for over 25 years, a form of unrequited love, but more from a physical/sexual/fantasy sense.

I bid Suzie and Allan farewell in the morning as I headed off to work, leaving them to reflect on the night. Suzie called me an hour later to say that all was well between her and Allan, and that he’d remember the occasion forever, and that he’d not be pestering her, -which was really nice to hear. They’d agreed to not tell me what had happened, and that’s how it’s going to lie… Cool bloke!