about to ejaculate, she withdrew and rained kisses over Sam’s glorious breasts and down over her taut belly to breath on her sex and then touch the tip of his tongue on her clitoris. Through gentle circular movements she soon had Sam moaning, and whispering his name in encouragement. Natasha used Barrie’s hands to lightly caress her breasts before sliding them down to place his thumbs next to his mouth to gently part the labia lips and allow his tongue easy access to dip into her before travelling in long sensual licks back to the clitoris. Sam’s soft moans changed to shouts that she was about to come and Natasha moved Barrie’s tongue to concentrate on the base of her clitoris occasionally flicking it lightly over the tip. Sam’s fingers tangled in Barrie’s hair as she frantically pushed down on the back of his head and lifted her hips to explode in a shuddering orgasm.
Without giving pause for her to recover, Natasha retraced the route back to her mouth and kissed her gently on the lips as Barrie’s penis slipped into her wetness. She wrapped her legs around him, using her heels to encourage deep penetration. Natasha knew that if she timed it right, she would be able to bring Sam to another glorious climax. Sam’s smile was one of pure joy as a determined Natasha proceeded with long rhythmic thrusts. However, despite her hope for long slow lovemaking she could not control Barrie’s penis, the thrusts became progressively faster and as Sam screamed in her third moment of ecstasy, the penis seemed to explode deep inside. For several minutes they remained locked in an embrace, silent and still. Sam broke the long silence.
‘That wasn’t supposed to happen. We’re only supposed to have a fun bonk.’
‘Wasn’t that fun?’
‘It was wonderful, but we shouldn’t have let it happen.’
She tried to blink back tears. Natasha gently kissed them away.
‘Sorry Sam.’
Sam sighed. ‘It’ no more your fault than mine Barrie, but what do we do know? I’m not a marriage wrecker. There’s no harm in a bonk, but that was making love and it was wonderful.’ She paused to kiss him full on the lips.
‘I think this will have to be the last time – don’t you?’
Natasha froze in dismay. Of course it should be the last time – that was what she should want as Barrie’s wife, but now, as Sam’s lover she wanted more.
‘It doesn’t have to be. Natasha understands my needs.’
‘I’m sure she does, but she wouldn’t be very happy if she found out about us.’
‘She knows.’ Natasha blurted it out without really thinking.
‘How can she know? Have you told her?
‘No, she just knows.’
Sam disentangled herself from their embrace and looked directly into Barrie‘s eyes. ‘How do you know she knows?’
Natasha realised she had backed herself into a corner and frantically tried to think of an answer. What would Barrie say in this situation? Once, when he’d had a few drinks too many, he had joked with her about having a threesome with Penny. She had laughed it off, but that could be the answer! She spoke slowly and softly, as if confiding a secret which Barrie had been keeping and was vaguely embarrassed about.
‘She suspected there might be someone else and told me she understood my needs – and in fact – expressed interest in taking part in a threesome to show she truly loved me and would not be jealous or possessive in any way.’
Sam showed her surprise but before she could say anything, Natasha pressed on.
Sowing the seeds for a threesome with Sam wasn’t such a bad idea. She would enjoy it and how could Barrie possibly refuse? There was a poetic justice attached to it. Payback for all those times he had cheated on her.
‘How would you feel about it Sam? Would you be able to have sex with another woman?’
Samantha sat up and put the tip of her nose against Barrie’s. ‘It’s everyman’s fantasy to watch two young women make love. You’re a dirty old man Barrie Billingsgate.’
‘You wouldn’t do it then?’
‘I never said that.’ She playfully flicked the head of Barrie’s penis with the index finger of her right hand. It stung and halting a burgeoning erection. ‘Come on – no more time for that, we’ve got work to do.’
They dressed in silence. Sam was quicker and Natasha could hear her rattling plates in the kitchen as she struggled with the buttons on Barrie’s shirt. By the time she walked into the living room Sam was sitting in front of the computer. A kitchen chair had been placed beside hers. Sam pointed to a plate of neatly cut, triangular sandwiches perched on the shallow ledge of the bookcase.
‘It's Cheese and cucumber.’
‘Great. Thanks.’
She gave Barrie a mischievous grin. ‘I’ve had enough meat for one day.’
Natasha couldn’t think of a smart answer, so she simply smiled a loving smile, vaguely aware that she was making Barrie appear foolish. But, she couldn’t help it – she was in love.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
In Petronella’s, an upmarket hair stylist in Hamsworth town centre, which claimed to be unisex, but rarely saw a man on the premises; Duggie Lummox shifted uneasily in the comfortable, soft leather chair. He was wondering what else he had let himself in for when he shagged Penny. Having secretly lusted after her for years, when it was offered to him on a plate, he simply could not resist. Any girl other than Penny and he would have suspected she was after his money, but he knew that with Penny that would not be the case. Several rich patrons of the rugby club had thrown their hats into the ring, but she ignored them all. Penny either liked a person or she didn’t, money or position never came into it. He smiled to himself. She had insisted on several positions before reaching a noisy climax and he had only been a second or two behind, which wasn’t bad for a first time – and for a long time. Perhaps it was because she was very graphic in describing what she wanted him to do to her. Afterwards they kissed him and she told him he was a marvellous lover and if he would like them to become an item that would be fine by her. He replied immediately in the affirmative, not giving a second thought to what his fellow directors might think or say. What did concern him though was the length Penny might go to change his appearance, this haircut was only the first of the actions she proposed. A cosmetic dentist was booked for 4pm and god only knew what else she had in mind. He sighed, perhaps it would be a small price to play to have someone as attractive as Penny in his life and whatever happened, he could be pretty sure she would tell him if he wasn’t satisfying her.
Maurice, was outrageously camp and naturally garrulous, but with a straight man in his chair, he had long run out of things to say. He snipped busily with a ridiculously small pair of scissors which annoying Duggie as for most of the time it seemed as if he was snipping air, not hair. His regular barber used man sized scissors and took large satisfying clumps with every snip. ‘Nearly there sir.’ Had the poof detected his growing impatience? Or was the interminable cut actually nearing completion? In the mirror he saw him stop and turn away.
‘Penny love! We’re nearly there – would you like to take a butchers?’
Penny came in from the waiting room, holding a cup and a glossy magazine.
‘You called Maurice?’
‘Before I blow him love – should I take more off?
Penny grinned at Duggie as she adopted Maurice’s camp stance.
No, I’d keep your shirt on if I was you.’
‘Oooh, what does she mean?’
Penny laughed. Maurice touched Duggie’s shoulder. ‘You’re such a lucky man, beautiful with a sense of humour. I’ve been chasing after her for years.’
Duggie grunted. Penny laughed. ‘And what would you have done if you’d caught me?’
Maurice pouted, tossed his head and looked at the ceiling. ‘How can someone so beautiful be so cruel? I could have thought of – something.’ Maintaining the act of the rejected lover, he picked-up a hand held drier and with an extravagant flourish began to work on Duggie’s hair. As it was teased and shaped into the style Penny had requested, Duggie had to grudgingly admit to himself that Maurice was an artist. The difference was quite startling and he liked it. Gone was the high, rather narrow forehead and in its place emerged a squarer look with the hint of a parting.
