April smiled and said, "Oh no, in fact I like him very much and enjoy his company." She stopped talking and looked thoughtful.
"And that business of lipstick on Grant was nothing, just a bit of silliness."
"Joyce, I know it was more than that, but I also know it was not of your doing…"
"I think you have something worrying you, so why don't you talk about it – a problem shared is a problem halved!"
She looked up at Joyce and said, "I hate to be a nuisance, but do you think Grant and I can have separate bedrooms. I'm having…" She stopped to wipe the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief.
Joyce hid a triumphant smile as she put a hand over April's saying, "We all have our difficulties, my dear, and say no more about it. I'll put you in the large guest room and Grant in the small one, and don't you worry about Cyril, he probably won't even notice."
She gave a wan smile, but her eyes looked much brighter, so Joyce continued, "I must tell you, April, because it will become obvious in a day or two, that I've been having problems with Cyril. Not between us, you understand, but at his work where he's developed a tendency to be over-friendly with the young women to the extent he often fondles them."
April opened her eyes wide and Joyce said, "This explains why he's showing you such warm attention, also, because you're a beautiful young woman in the age group he's fond of."
"I understand, thank you for taking me into your confidence and explaining it."
"You don't have to worry about him going too far, my dear, because to be frank he started to lose it years ago. I don't think he even remembers what to do anymore, and if it does come back to him, he just won't have the power. I heard this expression for the first time only a day or two ago, but it sums him up to a tee—he just doesn't have any lead in his pencil."
April smiled at this, and Joyce patted her hands and said, "So, do you want to share the problem you're having with Grant?"
She nodded and said, "I think he's having an affair with my mother."
Joyce was shocked to hear this, but said nothing and put a comforting arm around her shoulder, encouraging her to continue.
"A few months ago, I came home mid-afternoon from visiting a friend where I planned to stay for the evening, but her husband returned a day early from Scotland. Grant was in the sitting room watching TV and mother was busy in the kitchen, so after saying hello I went upstairs to change. My mother's bedroom door was open, and I could see her bed was not just un-made, but in a right tumble. I had made the bed for her that morning before I left to visit my friend, so I went into to see what had happened, and when I felt the bottom sheet it was still warm – somebody had lain there for quite a while. I closed the door and went to my room to change."
"That could mean anything, my dear."
"I agree, and that's what I told myself, so I put on a brave face and went down to join them in the sitting room, where mother had just brought in a tray of tea and biscuits."
I said to Grant, "How come you're home so early?"
"Oh, I've only been in about ten minutes before you. It was quiet at work so I took the rest of the day off."
"My immediate thoughts were that he knew I was with Patricia and wouldn't be home until late that evening, so taking the time off work to go home early didn't make sense. Anyway, I said nothing and after a while I turned to mother."
"What have you been doing today, Mom?"
"I was busy cleaning the house all morning, had a bite of lunch and went over to that new supermarket in the town centre. I spent more money than I could afford, of course, and got home about five minutes after Grant."
"I replied before she had chance to wonder why I was asking the questions"
"Oh, you have had a busy day. What did you get in the supermarket? We haven't been there for weeks, have we Grant."
She looked up at Joyce, and said, "From there it was conversation as normal, and nothing more was said, but they were both lying. Grant had been home for a long time, because when I walked up the path I stopped to take a stone out of my shoe, and rested my hand on the bonnet of his old car, and it was stone cold. It overheats terribly, and stays hot for a long time, and if he'd been home only a few minutes before me, I would know it."
Joyce said, "Well, you may be right, but surely that once incident is not proof."
"You're right; the proof was the change in their attitude over the next few weeks, with mother being all ‘lovey-dovey' towards Grant, to the extent of giving him extra large meals and prolonged kisses goodbye each morning. Something she never did before – but worse, is my husband's responses to her attentions."
"Well, perhaps separate rooms will be a good thing for both of you."
"I'm sure it will, and I shall lock my door to make sure he won't come in." She stood up and said, "If you don't mind, I'm going to the bathroom, and then I shall sit in the guest room for a while, before returning downstairs to help you with dinner in the kitchen."
Joyce watched as she walked through the curtained opening into the bedroom, and a large smile came over her face. "This morning I didn't know where to turn, and this afternoon a young woman has come into my home and will hopefully distract Cyril from his office dalliances, while her husband, whom she now spurns, has come back into my life. Interesting times are ahead…"
CHAPTER 9
Dinner that evening was more subdued than they anticipated when Cyril brought in the good news for Grant in the afternoon, but perhaps it was because each person was deep in thought. The women cleared the dinner table and went into the kitchen, while the two men set up the chessboard once again.
When they'd finished washing and drying the dishes, they came into the sitting room to say goodnight. "I'm off to finish my book, and April is tired after her long day, so we're both off to bed," said Joyce, plumping up the cushions on her chair, and tidying her corner.
"Good night," said Cyril, standing up and giving both Joyce and April a warm kiss on the cheek.
Watching him, Grant decided to follow suit, and gave Joyce a kiss on the cheek, but when he turned to his wife, she was already going through the door and didn't glance back. He shrugged and sat down to continue the game, as there seemed no point in making an issue of it.
When she showed him the second guest room before dinner, and said, "I think it better we sleep apart for a few days, while things settle down. Besides, you'll need to be up early and off to your new customer, it will be bad if you're late and lose the order."
At first he was angry and disappointed with the separate sleeping arrangements, but as he sat thinking about his next chess move, he came to realise that relaxing alone in that cosy single bed was going to be a lot better than staring at April's back in bed. By the time the game finished, an hour or so later, he was quite looking forward to stretching out alone, so he said, "I think I'll get an early night too, Cyril. Perhaps we can play the return match another evening."
"Goodnight, I will be up myself shortly," said Cyril, packing away the chess pieces with great care. "This old set was my grandfather's and I've been playing chess on this same board since I was only four or five years old."
"I'm surprised you don't join a chess club. There must be one in Stockport."
"I used to go to a chess club, but I found it more of a social meeting place, because of all the chit-chat over the board, and gave it up after a few weeks," said Cyril, standing up and putting the game away in the rosewood sideboard.
Grant waved goodnight as he left the sitting room and went up the stairs. He paused half-way up the stairs as memories of the first time he climbed them flooded through his mind. He went into his bedroom and after locking the door to ensure he had no surprise visitor, he lay on the bed and thought of that hot summer some 12-years earlier.
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His mother had been unwell for a few days and Joyce came around to visit for an hour. As she was leaving, she said, "I'll come back later with those magazines for you…"
"Oh, you don't have to wa
lk all that way again in this heat, tomorrow will do."
"No," said Joyce, "It will be a long afternoon and evening for you with nothing to read, so I'll bring them today."
"I've a better idea," she said, turning to Grant. "Go home with Joyce and bring back those magazines, will you son."
Grant looked up from his book and standing up he said, "Okay Mom."
Joyce beamed at both Grant and his mother and said, "Thank you, that's a great idea, because it is a hot afternoon. The hottest August I can remember. Goodbye, then, I'll pop in again tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Joyce, and thanks in advance for the magazines."
Grant was wearing his school track suit and pumps, and set off beside Joyce. She was in a green cotton dress with a wide collar and wore dark green high heel shoes. They chatted about the hot weather, the long holidays, his school and his good exam results, and before they knew it, they were walking up the path to her house.
"Leave your shoes here," she said, pointing to the mat against the wall just inside the hall, "We've just had the carpets cleaned, and a new carpet in the bedroom. Cyril goes mad if he sees any dirt on it, and moans about how much it cost. Come on, follow me; the magazines are in the bedroom." She turned and slowly climbed the stairs.
Grant stood watching her for a few seconds, appreciating her svelte figure in the tight-fitting summer dress, and admiring her long legs and slim ankles. As he followed her up the stairs, he watched the undulating movement of her hips and buttocks with each step, and then his eyes caught glimpses of her buttocks, as the cotton dress clung to her body. He slowed his pace in order to get a better look…
At 17-years he had a strong, athletic body, and enjoyed the company of many casual girl friends, but remained a virgin. Not from choice, but lack of opportunity, and his friends at school often ribbed him about it. As he watched Joyce's body, he imagined running his hands up her smooth legs and onto her thighs, and wondered what her reaction would be if he did just that.
She went to the right at the top of the stairs, and turned to say, "Come on, slow-coach, I thought you'd make short work of climbing these stairs." He didn't notice the twinkle in her eyes as she spoke, but he did watch the way she sashayed along the landing and into the bedroom, and felt the stirring of an erection as he followed her.
"The magazines are in my private sitting room; follow me," she said, leading the way towards the bay window at the front of the house, and turning right through some curtains.
When he followed, he found her standing in a small sitting room with a pile of magazines on a coffee table set before a chaise longue, and he slowed his pace as he approached her.
"Here are the magazines I mentioned to your mother, and we can sort them out shortly," she gestured at them with her arm and then turned to look out of the window.
He walked into the small room until he was standing right beside her, and he also looked out of the window, but could see very little as the cream net curtains were still closed. Joyce let go the nets she'd held open to see outside, and turned to face Grant with her body almost touching his.
Grant looked at her, but she didn't speak and continued to look at him rather strangely, so he said, "Shall I start sorting them out?"
"Oh, later, I think there's something else you want to do first – isn't there?"
He blushed as he recalled looking up her dress and once again felt his burgeoning erection making its presence known. "I'm not sure what you mean…"
Joyce moved even closer, until her face was almost touching his and said, "I'm sure you do, Grant, you don't look up a woman's clothes unless you really want to, do you?"
His face felt on fire and he was unable to speak, and when Joyce put her hand to his cheek in a soft caress he felt a strong desire to kiss her. Her hand slipped behind her neck and he felt the slight pressure of her pulling him closer, and he needed no further invitation. He put his arms around her and kissed her soft red mouth long and hard, pulling her body close to his and letting his erection press into her soft stomach.
His kiss was returned with a vengeance and he felt her tongue slip between parted lips into his mouth as her hands held his head in a firm grip. Her body gyrated and her hips ground against his with such passion he felt he might explode, but he managed to free his head from her cloying mouth just a little to allow him to say, "Joyce, I'm not sure…"
"Well I am, my sweet young man," she said, freeing him from her grip, but taking him by the hand and leading him back into the bedroom. With her free hand she pulled a cord by the bay windows, and the curtains closed with a quiet swoosh, casting the room into a soft pink gloom.
She closed the drapes to the sitting room, and once more wrapped her body around his, saying, "Are these kisses what you desired, when you stared at my body and looked up my dress?" Without giving him a moment to answer, she glued her mouth to his and sent her tongue back on its delicious probing mission, while pulling him closer with her arms.
Grant was now burning with desire, and returned kiss for kiss, and tongue for tongue, until his erection was so hard it began to hurt for action. He reached up with his hands and started to undo the large buttons on her dress, and was pleased to see Joyce watching him with a warm, attentive smile.
She let the dress slip off her shoulders onto the thick carpet and turned her back to him, saying, "I expect you know how to unhook a woman's brassiere."
He unfastened the bra, letting it slide down her arms as he stood close to her back. His arms held her close and his hands clasped her soft breasts. He nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear until she could not bear the waiting any longer.
She spun around, and slipping her thumbs into his track suit bottoms slipped them and his underpants off in one practised move, freeing his sturdy erection to point directly at her.
"My, that is exciting," she said, pulling his tracksuit top over his head and then slipping off her own undergarment. She pulled back the bed covers, and taking his hand pulled him after her onto the inviting bed.
Grant had spent many a long hour dreaming of this moment; when his naked body would wrap around the hot desirable body of a woman, who returned his passion and desire with equal fervour. But nothing prepared him for the actual feel and touch of the soft yielding flesh of Joyce's full, 36-year old body, nor the exciting touch of her soft hands and fingers as they fluttered all over his body,
He retaliated by fondling her large, but still firm breasts and was amazed to see how hard and long her brown nipples extended. He kissed each one it turn and then sucked hard on them and was encouraged by Joyce's gasp of pleasure when he gently bit them.
When her strong fingers gripped his engorged penis and dragged his willing body between her muscled thighs, he almost came prematurely from sheer excitement. The moment he'd been wanting for the past five years was upon him; the reason for his existence on this planet was now made clear.
His mission in life was to slide his gleaming manhood deep into the delightful female body that lay before him; supine yet expectant, and soft yet firm in its reaction. He glanced down to see Joyce's fingers opening her vagina to his approaching penis, and as the glans kissed the soft moist labia he felt a thrill of anticipation shiver through his body.
Savouring every gentle moment, he let the weight of his youthful body push his penis, now trembling with anticipation and desire, into the soft deep recesses of her pliant body. The whole shaft sank inside until his body was pressing upon hers, forcing it further inside another impossible inch and making her gasp with pleasure.
He leaned down to kiss her forehead, nose, cheeks and finally her waiting mouth, while he eased his cock out of her clinging pussy until the glans kissed the labia once again, and then he let it slide back into her body with increasing pressure.
He repeated this action many times; each thrust into her was stronger and more powerful than the previous one, until their bodies started to pull and thrust in unison, creating a rhythm so strong and exhilarating he had to strain to hold back th
e pressures of his developing climax.
Joyce wrapped her legs and arms around him, holding him tight until she was able to roll him onto his back. She assumed a kneeling position, her body leaning over his and her breasts rubbing first against his chest and then against his mouth, as she wriggled about while using her thighs to lift her body up and down the length of his firm cock.
Grant grabbed her thighs, pulling her body down onto his while thrusting upwards into her clinging pussy as the excitement grew more intense with every passing second. He'd never known such exquisite pleasure, and as his climax started sent out its urgent message once again, he reversed their position and resumed his thrusting from on top of her body.
His hands grabbed her buttocks as he pulled her body close, while thrusting hard and deep into her soft yielding flesh. The pressure from his climax could be held back no more, his whole body was trembling from its latent force and as he pulled her close one final time and gave a last thrust with his penis, his seed shot out in one long powerful gusher, filling her vagina and spilling out onto their thighs.
He collapsed onto her hot body, wet and sticky with sweat and semen, and kissed her long and hard, before rolling off her to lay on the bed by her side. He felt himself breathing hard as if he'd just run a mile, but he smiled with that deep satisfaction of a job well done. He hadn't lost his virginity, he'd given it to Joyce with hot pulsating passion, and she'd returned every kiss and caress with equal zeal.
CHAPTER 10
He lifted his head from the narrow bed and saw his erect penis pressing against his trousers and for the first time that evening wished his wife was with him. He glanced at the door and seeing it was still safely bolted against intruders, decided to leave things as they were and get a good night's sleep.
It didn't take him long to undress and hang up his clothes in the narrow wardrobe, ready for his morning meeting. He went over to the door to turn out the bedroom light and caught his reflection in the full length mirror on the wall to his left.
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