Date: Mon, 29 Aug 2011 07:16:54 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: The Newton's. Chapter Three.

  This story is for persons of eighteen years or more only. All comments,
good or bad are welcome and each one will be answered.

  Chapter Three
  CHRISTIANA
     I'm glad that Paul has come out into the open and been frank and
honest in not only our relationship but of others he's had. Now that we've
come to accept the facts I can also be as honest as he has been.
     I must admit that the failure of our marriage was as much my fault as
his. I will not cover the ground that he has already trodden, but only to
say that our first few years were happy ones. I blame the circumstances
that caused us to drift apart. He was so tired on the constant commuting
when he would have been happier if he had gotten the position of manager of
his Reading branch. But as it was, he was in South London and I did most of
my seminars in an hotel in Uxbridge.
     It was when I was in between these that I became disgruntled with him
in the flat in Tooting and I was in the house in Reading. But please don't
me wrong about the house. I loved it! It was big and spacious in about an
acre and a half, secluded and had all mod cons and of course, all the
latest appliances that our firm sold.
    To recap slightly, I would go over to Holland, my home country, to see
every new product that the company I used to work for made. I would then
bring back all these new products and have seminars in this hotel in
Uxbridge to explain how they all worked and the costs etc, to selected
staff for them to pass on to their staff back in their respective towns.
     Really, I only worked for eight months of the year in doing this and
it was the other four months that I felt lost. Not lost in its true meaning
but alone. Paul was in London and I only saw him really on Sunday and maybe
the Monday if I didn't have a seminar. It just wasn't enough for me! Now if
we'd had a child or two, things might have been different, but who knows.
     I took on a lover and it was sheer boredom that made me do this and I
wasn't very selective with my first choice either.
     The year had started off quite warm and I knew that it was going to be
a hot summer and so, unwitting picked the right time to ask Paul if we
could have a swimming pool installed in the garden. One that could be
enclosed when the winter came so that we could swim throughout the year if
we wanted to. He was going over the business accounts of the shop at the
time and agreed whilst his mind was occupied with these said accounts.
      I quickly engaged a contractor for this work and within two weeks,
work began on excavating an area close to the house for the pool. With the
digger making the hole, four men followed to start building the walls and
concreting prior to tiling. Though they started off with four men, over the
next three weeks the man power dwindled down to one. I had been away for
three weeks at the beginning having given specific instructions on the work
to be done while I was away to which they had complied.
     Now I was off for two weeks and there was only this young, well built
man doing the work of smoothing out the concrete for tiling. I would be out
on the small patio by the rear French windows that would lead to the pool,
dressed in just a bikini and lounge in the sun and watch this younger man
sweat as he worked.
     It wasn't as if I had set out with the desire to seduce this young
man, but I must certainly have got his testerones going when I sprawled out
on my lounger, my breasts, not small at all, over spilling the top of my
brief costume as I lay there in the sun. It was the second day that I
really noticed him; in his shorts, socks and boots, his upper torso naked
and shining with sweat from the sun.
     Then I had this sudden ache inside my lower stomach and I felt my
inner thighs become moist with fluid that began to exude from within
me. This ache became a throb as I watched the muscles move in his exertions
and I had the sudden urge to finger myself like I did when I reached
puberty. I ground my thighs together to try and stifle this feeling but
only became hotter the more I tried to suppress the desire to be touched
down there. I gave out a small groan and rolled over onto my stomach,
giving in to the sudden desires that had flared up within my body.
     `Mark,' I called out rather hoarsely, for that was the young man's
name, `can you rub some suntan lotion on my back please.'
     `Lotion Mrs Newton?' he replied.
     `Yes, here. I can't reach my back,' as I held out the bottle for him
to take and felt a sudden urge inside as his fingers touched mine. I
quickly undid the bikini top straps as he unscrewed the cap and poured some
into the palm of his hand. He knelt down beside the lounger and then began
to smear the liquid over my back.
     `Aaah,' I sighed as I felt his strong fingers begin to rub in the
oil. As his fingers touched my flesh, the inner smouldering fire within me
ignited into flame and I had to quell the sudden impulse to touch
myself. Instead I let the waves of heat run up and down my body as his hand
worked the sun oil into my back.
     It then came to the make or break time and I resolved that it was time
to make and so I suddenly rolled over onto my back to let him see my full
breasts without their covering.
     `Now the front Mark,' I said as I looked up into his face, not sure at
what I was seeing. Was it desire or lust in his eyes as they roved over my
naked breasts there before him, being invited to run his hand over them,
albeit with suntan oil. Then I saw indecision in them and spoke up.
     `They're only breasts Mark. There's nobody to see you put oil on
them,' I said in my most winsome way, noting that he had now got an
erection inside his shorts before I closed my eyes as I felt the oil being
poured on my breasts before his hand began to gently rub it in. `That's
good Mark, so good,' I said, drawling the last word out. `For a labourer,
you have a delicate touch with your hand,' my eyes still closed, giving
myself up to the sensation I was getting from having a strange hand caress
my breasts. `That's nice. Ever so nice. Rub them harder Mark! Let me feel
your hands, both of them.'
     He complied by using both of his hands to rub the oil into my breasts,
sweating more from the expectation than the thrill of having these tits of
mine under his hands.
     `How far do you want me to go Mrs Newton?' he asked in a somewhat
strangled voice as though his shorts were constricting him enough so that
he was speaking in an almost falsetto voice.
     `You can go all the way Mark if you're so inclined,' I replied, my
eyes still closed but my hands had lifted up the upper half of my bikini
bottom as an invitation. Then I shivered as his fingers went below the hem
of the suit and brushed the top of my pubic hairs.
     `Further,' I said, my eyes still closed, still trembling as the
fingers moved down over my mound and felt the entrance to my sex. I opened
my legs as an invitation and gave out a gasp as I felt his two fingers
enter me. He made to move back his hand at my gasp but I closed her thighs
together, trapping his hand there.
     `Don't stop now,' I panted and gently eased my thighs apart to allow
his hand some freedom of movement and then relished the probing fingers and
what they touched. `Yes, yes, there,' I panted as his fingers pushed
further up inside me to add fuel to the fire that was now raging within
me. I blindly reached out my hand and felt and then grabbed the erection he
had within his shorts and clung on fiercely, rubbing it beneath the
material.
     `This is what I want Mark! Here! Now!' I commanded, and tried myself
to pull his shorts off sitting up and at the same time, trying to get my
own bikini bottoms off. We compromised by me taken mine off while he
stripped off his shorts.
     `Now that's a tool I can handle,' I said as he stood up, his cock as
erect as his own posture, making it look larger than it really was, but it
was big enough for what I wanted. `Now fuck me,' I panted, pulling at his
arm to get across me and I had the pleasure of his young body covering mine
and putting himself into me.
     `Just what the doctor ordered,' I breathed out as he slid his full
length into me for me to feel the heat of his own passion and longing. To
him it must have been a dream come true to have seen me fully clothed and a
wish to see me naked, begging for him for a fuck, and now it was actually
happening.
     He seemed to steel himself to last as long as possible so that I would
be begging for a rematch at a later date as he entered me to have what he
had been lusting after for the past few weeks. I think he loved having
finally got his prick inside me as much as I liked having him in there. My
legs went up to give him as much entry room possible and my arms went round
his shoulders as our pubic hairs mingled before he got into his rhythm of
actually fucking me.
     `God I've wanted this,' I breathed between my panting.
     `So have I,' he gasped in between thrusts, coming up onto his elbows
to give himself more impetus to his forward movements into me as he got his
wish to fuck this Mrs Newton.
     As much as I relished his thrusting and battering at me, I still had
the thought that it was a good job that we had bought a good solid teak
lounger as I felt my body being forever pushed hard down onto the cushions
as Mark reamed me for all that he was worth.
       I was now covered in as much sweat as him as we fought each other in
the throes of our passion that only had one outcome and that it came to
both of us eventually was both a relief and with sadness as we clung to
each other as we orgasmed at the same time. Both sets of hips grinding
against the other as we spent ourselves, him into me for mine to mix with
his and to begin to seep out of me as we slowed down.
     I liked the weight of this young stud and of giving me an orgasm that
I hadn't had since before I'd been married. I gave out a groan as he lifted
himself up and pulled out from me but didn't open my eyes though I gave him
a smile. I didn't realise it, but I fell asleep and suddenly woke up to
find that the sun had almost gone down and that Mark was no longer in the
garden, but he'd at least draped a towel over my naked body to prevent me
getting sunburnt.
     I gave out a stretch and smiled as I remembered the orgasm I'd had
with Mark and savoured the warm feeling and glow that it gave to my
insides. After rising from the lounger, I went upstairs and had a shower
and only dressed in a loose robe, made myself dinner and soon went off to
bed to dream of Mark.
     I waited next morning in anticipation of Mark turning up for work and
was thrilled to see him strip off down to his shorts and begin work again
on the pool. Waiting until he had worked up a good sweat, I went upstairs
and had a scented bath for half an hour before getting out, drying myself
and then going down stairs, naked, to stand in the shadows of the French
windows.
     It was a good five minutes before he looked up at the house and saw me
standing there in all my glory, leaving nothing for the imagination. I
smiled at his double take of seeing me naked and I beckoned to him to come
inside the house. He dropped his tool that he had been using and wiped his
hands on his shorts as he walked towards me and I could see that the sight
of me had given him an erection.
     `I thought you needed a break,' I said, taking him by the hand and
leading him through the house, up the stairs and into my bedroom. `Take
your boots off before getting onto the bed,' I said as I got onto it myself
and stretched out and opened my legs for him to see what his target
was. Mark was quick to pull his boots off, hopping about as he removed his
socks and then pulled down his shorts to reveal how ready he was for me.
     What surprised me was the fact that he went down on me with his mouth
instead of climbing straight up on top. I flinched at the first touch of
his tongue between the lips of my sex, this being the first time it had
ever been done to me, and found that I liked this form of sexual
foreplay. The two boys before my marriage to Paul, nor even him had ever
thought to use their tongues in such a private place. It was like having a
multiple of small electric shocks every time the tongue touched a sensitive
part and I soon gave myself up to this new pleasure I was experiencing.
     It was no surprise that I orgasmed under the ministrations of Mark's
tongue as it licked and tickled my clitoris and to also have it nibbled by
his teeth. What with having his tongue go up inside my vagina was more than
I could bear and began to thrash about as I reached my peak. Then for
another first, I scrabbled and scratched him as I fought myself free from
his electric tongue to swivel round on the bed and take his erection into
my mouth to suck on him as I ground my thighs together as I came.
     My mouth was hot as was my saliva as I took as much of his penis into
my mouth to suck and almost chew on as I had my orgasm. Then still being
hot between my thighs, soon released him and roughly pulled him on top of
me.
     `Now Mark! Now! Fuck me!' I panted as we rolled on the bed and he
managed to get me onto my back and quickly plunged himself inside me. I
gave out a scream as I came again at feeling his prick enlarge my vagina
when he entered me, to began his thrusting for him to have his climax. I
alternately clung and scratched him as he humped me, pushing himself in as
far as he could go till he too came with cries of his own.
     I revelled in the sweat that ran between our bodies as we slowly came
to a stop, both panting heavily, my breath more laboured from being
underneath. I kissed his face with a multitude of kisses at having
experienced three orgasms in one session with this hunk of a youth on top
of me.
     I groaned my displeasure as he pulled out and sat back on his heels as
he viewed my splayed body beneath and between his thighs.
     `That was some fuck Mrs Newton,' he said, still panting heavily. `You
sure are some piece of work.' Though I didn't like his choice of words, I
was too far gone in my own gratification that I didn't comment on them, but
just lay back to regain my breath and savour the moment of being fully
sexually satisfied.
     This was the pattern for the rest of the week that I would have him in
my bed for sex and a mutual shower afterwards before he went back to work
and I went back to bed to relive the past few hours pleasure.
  *
        To me it was most frustrating after having had Mark to find sex
with Paul so boring. But then, I was still at fault by not encouraging him
to try something different. It might have made a big difference if I had
gone down and taken his erection into my mouth and sucked him off to then
have him go down on me. But such was our upbringing that it didn't seem
right for a married couple to have sex that way. That I did it with a
complete stranger didn't seem to count. I didn't think it wrong to give
myself to another man for my gratification and the word adultery never even
crossed my mind.
     What I didn't know at the time was that Paul, on his own, was watching
pornographic videos masturbating over exactly what I was doing with Mark. I
was really pissed off that he hadn't complimented me on how well I looked,
for I really did look so radiant after a week of sex with another man. He
then got upset when I had spurned his request that, whilst in the middle of
our fortnightly sex bout, I go down and suck on him like the women did on
his videos and I refused. He hadn't mentioned the films that he had
watched, but had at least tried to push my head down to his erection that
afternoon.
  *
        I think I woke up screaming when I found I couldn't move in the bed
I was in at the hospital. I'm paralysed was the first thought that flew
through my mind, remembering quite clearly the beginning of the
accident. Though the sequence of events were hazy in my mind, I remembered
the pain in my leg and pelvis as the car rolled over and I was somehow
caught up in the steering wheel. The pain I experienced then was enough for
my mind to blank out and pass me into the state of unconsciousness.
     It was because I couldn't move that made me scream out and bring a
nurse hurrying to my bedside. It took this nurse several minutes to calm me
down and explain that my immobility was due to the plaster cast that went
from my foot right up to my pelvis on the right hand side.
     He'd tried to kill me, was my first thought. He'd found out about my
affair with Mark Seaton, the man building the pool. But then I remembered
at what we had been arguing about just before the accident and so that
ruled out this theory, but it still remained in the back of my mind. Did he
know that I had been unfaithful to him? Did he start the argument with this
in mind? I wasn't sure and the thought festered in my mind that there was
still the possibility that he had tried to kill me because of it.
     I gave out a groan for I was supposed to have started a new seminar
that coming week and now I wouldn't be able to attend. Now having tasted
the forbidden fruit of having sex with another man other than my husband, I
had been looking forward to finding someone on the course who would have
been able to give me another taste of having an illicit affair without
Paul's knowledge.
     `How long am I going to be strapped up like this?' I asked of the
nurse.
     `If all goes well in the repair of your hip, I would say at least
eight to ten weeks.'
     `Ten bloody weeks!' I cried, thinking of what I was now going to
miss. Ten weeks of sex! It didn't bear thinking about now that I had found
a way of bringing my life to life as it were. Ten bloody weeks, I fumed,
and I can't even get my finger round this bloody cast, my mind screamed in
frustration.
     For me, it was to be a period of celibacy, but not for Paul as you
already know.
        I was becoming increasingly frustrated after just four days in my
hospital bed. It was more from being unable to move without assistance that
was most annoying. Being helped on and off the bedpan and having to have a
nurse wipe and wash my backside every time was the prime annoyance. After
always being active, this immobility drove me to distraction, enough so
that I couldn't even read a book or magazine and my mind began to wander
into realms of fantasy.
     Like having two men in my bed for to play and have sex with. My mind
kept going back to that wonderful week I'd had with Mark, his strong young
body on top of mine as he whispered into my ear as he ploughed his way
inside me. Bringing on an orgasm with the efficient use of his tool though
starting off the process with his mouth and tongue before actually entering
me.
     Every day for that week I dragged him up into my bedroom for sex and
would keep him there till he'd at least fucked me twice before letting him
go back to work on the pool patio. I had liked it when we did it in the
pool itself, me holding onto the edge and him mounting me from behind and
sending waves of pleasure throughout my body as well as waves of water as
he reached his climax. He would hold me round the waist as I bent my body
forward and he would push himself up into me and lie on my back as he
kicked his legs and pumped himself in and out of me. Our screams of coming
together would echo round the pool which was now enclosed and then I would
sink down under the surface to suck on his still erect cock after he had
pulled out of me.
     We had one glorious week of this before the foreman turned up and gave
Mark a bollocking for not having done enough work on the patio, so he came
on site for the rest of the time to see that more work was done till the
job was finished.
     But I wasn't finished yet, for I planned to have the patio extended
sometime in the future and this led to my dreaming of having Mark again and
hopefully, someone else too. I envisaged having two erections to play with
in my hands as well as sucking on them alternately before having both of
them fucking me. Maybe even having anal intercourse so that I could have
both of them inside me at the same time.
     These were the fantasies for when I was at home and would have to make
sure that I arranged the seminars to be at home when these additions were
made to the pool area. This then led on to what about the young men that
attended the seminars I held in the hotel in Uxbridge, for that was where
they were held. Monday to Thursday night I stayed in the hotel with them
and had often seen some of the younger men eyeing me up and was sure that
they would jump at the chance of bedding me.
     I generally had the same group every six months and there were a few
that I would like to see naked and erect to show their pleasure of climbing
on top of me. So far I had not accepted the advances made upon me, but now,
after Mark, that would all change.
     This was what brought on this bout of frustration for I was supposed
to have been in the hotel this week, not only to show and explain the new
lines but to also bed the man from Bradford who I rather fancied.
     But what of my husband Paul? As far as I knew from my nurse, he only
had two broken arms and a broken collar bone. That meant he could walk and
so, why hadn't he made an attempt to visit me? It was him that started the
stupid argument that led to him crashing the car and putting us both in
hospital. Why hadn't the bastard visited me?
     What the fuck was I doing staying married to the man that was no
longer the man that I'd married? Logic slowly came into my raging thoughts
that I had a lovely home and he was hardly ever there, except for weekends,
and I was virtually a free agent during the week to do whatever I wanted to
do. We were not short of money and so I could indulge myself with buying
clothes and having as many men friends during the week and it was this last
thought that settled my mind. It was something I could always fall back on,
like, oh, my husband is due any moment or words along those lines if I got
into any difficulty. This was the only reason that was holding me back from
taking off my wedding ring.
     Again I fumed at his lack of concern for me by not paying me a
visit. He was mobile, so I'd heard. Two broken arms as well as his collar
bone, but he could still walk, so why hadn't he paid me a call? This was
what you would almost call the final straw that broke the camel's back, his
lack of concern for me. At the time I would have been even worse if I had
known that it was Robert that had driven all thoughts of me from his
mind. So while I was getting more frustrated day by day from the lack of
sexual relief, Paul was thinking more of what he was going to get from
Robert.
     Then, after five bloody weeks, he finally came into the ward to visit
me.
  *