Jimmy lived in a single-room studio flat in Bermondsey, and I promised him a better deal than that; there were several three-and four bedroom cottages dotted around in the grounds of Denham Hall, a hang-over from the days when the house had been the hub of a working estate, complete with farms, smithy, cider-press, brewery and dairy. Now there was just the house, about 50 acres of meadow and woodland, and the cottages, all of them empty. I was sure one or all of them could be made habitable, and if things worked out, he could have one.
Jimmy was overwhelmed; life hadn’t exactly been a champagne rollercoaster since he’d left the service, now he had his own limousine, a well paying job, and the prospect of a home of his own. He tried to thank me, but I made light of it; I had no intention of ever living at Denham Hall; it was a frightful, creepy, semi-derelict pile of crumbling sandstone, still standing only because all the walls were leaning against each other and propping the others up, and hadn’t yet summoned up the courage to do me a favour and collapse; the only way you’d get me in there was at gunpoint; even the Ghostbusters would have lit-out at a dead run from that spooky, creepy, scary place.
As for the cottages in the grounds, they’d been deserted since before I was born, so major renovation was called for. When he wasn’t being Lori’s right-hand man, he was tasked with managing the renovation of the cottages, with Lori sticking her oar in as and when she felt like it; his instructions were to humour her, then do it his way unless she was watching, then he’d have to do it her way until she left, then do it his way again…
We discussed money next; I offered him 500 a week, plus meals, and gave him the details of the firm of accountants who handled the trust funds, they’d take care of his tax and National Insurance contributions, I’d leave it to them to work out what they had to pay him in order to give him 500 cash in his hand every week. The cottage would be rent-free; what on earth would I do with rent from a cottage? We already had such a preposterous amount of money stashed in those trust funds we’d never be able to spend it, what could we possibly do with more? He’d stay iwith us in whatever house we ended-up buying while the cottage he wanted was being renovated, which would be handy. Perhaps, if we bought a house with an additional cottage or flat, he might prefer to live there instead, and manage the Denham cottages as a renovation for rental business. It was something to think about.
Jimmy left a happy man, and I went up to our room, to find a very loving wife waiting for me; lucky me!
“David,” murmured Lori, grazing along my neck, “that was a very nice thing you did for Jimmy, I’m proud of you! Still, I don’t actually need a bodyguard, you know, I could have handled that skinny little no-dick by myself; I’ve had lots of practice!”
I grinned as I manhandled that gorgeous arse of hers, gift-wrapped in the smallest, wispiest thong I’d ever encountered.
“Darling Girl, he’s not a bodyguard; he’s going to be your driver, companion, shopping cart and all round best-friend while I’m away. Do you remember a while ago I told you that I was going to be really busy for the next couple of years? Well I wasn’t lying. Surgical Rotation, especially at a Teaching Hospital like St. Giles, is the most demanding part of the whole qualification process. I’ve got two years of that, then another two years of full caseload before I can even think about becoming a consultant and set my own caseload; until then I have to rotate through the surgical calendar with all the other surgical interns, so Jimmy is going to be very important to you.”
“He’ll be there when I can’t be, and I promise, as you start to show, you’re going to need him more and more. Hopefully Sophie will be here in a couple of weeks or so, and Richard is retiring soon, I know you’ll want to be near them, and their home is in Oxfordshire, so Jimmy is going to be house hunting with you, dare I say it, in Oxfordshire. He’ll be good to have around as you go poking around in some of the more rural reaches, Oxfordshire is a big place and some of the villages are more than a little isolated.
Also, he’ll keep unwanted attention off and away from you; he’s a bootneck, a Royal Marine Commando, so anyone who tries to mess with you is going to seriously regret it!”
Lori dimpled.
“I like the idea of having my own personal trouble-shooter! Okay, since it’s what you want, I’ll go along with it!”
I grinned as I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slid it down, Lori grinning back as she stepped out of it and hooked it with her foot, sending it spinning across the room to drape over one of the wall sconces.
“Don’t forget where you left that,” I smiled, “You’ll give the little old housekeeping ladies a heart attack if they find something like that hanging there!”
Lori grinned widely.
“Don’t you worry, Doctor-Man, that’s just going to be a mild surprise compared to some of the things I plan on leaving on the bed sheets!”
I love her cheerfully vulgar sense of humour, and I couldn’t help grinning as I slid her dress down, exposing those spectacular tits and her smoothly naked pussy. Lori began tugging at my belt, pulling it open and fumbling with the button and fly of my slacks. As she undid them she slid them down as I pulled my shirt off and threw it after her thong, finally standing before her in just my shorts. Lori soon remedied that, tugging them down to allow my drooling cock free.
“There, isn’t that better!” she grinned, one hand rubbing the shaft while she squeezed my plums with the other. I reciprocated, pulling her closer so I could fondle her tight bum and grope her damp, swollen pussy.
Lor slid to her knees, squeezing and pumping me all the while, then slowly slid her lips over the head of my cock, her hot mouth and soft tongue feeling exquisite against the sensitive flesh. I looked down to see her looking up at me, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling as she slowly slid my length into her hot, wet mouth. As I watched, she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing, the suction delightful on the sensitive head. It was a truly erotic moment, but I didn’t want to come like this; I wanted to fuck my wife, pump her full of my spunk, and make her scream on the end of my cock.
I took her hand as I stepped back, pulling myself from her mouth, Lori grinning as I did so; she knew what I wanted, hell, she wanted it as much a I did; and if there was a little bonus as well, that was all to the good…
I lifted her to her feet, pulling her in close for a long and very stimulating kiss while piloting her back toward the bed. I tried to push her down on the bed, but I felt her lips grin against mine as she tripped me and somehow spun me around so she landed on top of me on the bed, trapping my aching cock between our bellies. Never one to pass-up an opportunity, I immediately reached round and grabbed her lovely, pneumatic bum with both hands, fondling and squeezing those world-class globular buttocks while her lips vacuumed my face. Lori paused in her kissing, sighing as I pulled her bum cheeks apart and stretched her anus open.
“You naughty man, what are you planning!” she grinned, rubbing her damp vulva against my straining cock. I responded by twitching, a muscular reaction she noted immediately.
“Oh, why didn’t you say so!” she giggled, lifting up slightly to allow my trapped cock some room to manoeuvre. As it sprang upright, Lori took hold of the shaft, lifting her bottom and keeping her pelvis off mine as she rubbed the head against her wet pussy. I took the hint and thrust forward, Lori dropping down at the same time to impale herself on my throbbing erection, hissing happily as I slid into her.
“Ohhh yes, Davey, oh God, yes, that’s what I like!” she groaned, rotating her hips as I thrust into her, riding me as I pumped into her. She pushed herself upright, planting her knees solidly on the bed on either side of me, with her hands on my chest supporting herself. This brought her lovely tempting tits within reach, and I took full advantage of that fact, holding and squeezing her firm, protruding breasts and solid, stiff nipples. Lori groaned as I gently rubbed, pinched, and squeezed those beautiful nipples, her face flushing as she rode me harder, her crotch grinding against mine as she approached her orgasm.
She came with a loud groan, her pussy rippling and squeezing me almost unbearably tightly as her orgasm hammered through her, my lower belly slick with the sweet juices pouring out of her as she shuddered and writhed above me.
Lori slumped down on me, her heart hammering as she caught her breath, eventually raising up to kiss me, my solid cock still embedded in her.
“Christ, that was quick!” she grinned, “I must have been really ready for you! What do you want baby? I know what I want you to do to me, you wanna go there?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Whatever you ask, baby, what do you want?” I asked her, grinning; as though I didn’t know!
Lori grinned and licked my lips lightly.
“Just like Mom, baby…!”
I knew immediately what she meant, and my cock gave another muscular twitch inside her, making her grin.
“And I know someone else who wants this too…!” she whispered, smiling sexily. “Make me ready, Davey, please!”
To hear was to obey, and Lori climbed off me to lie face down on the bed, sliding a pillow under her tummy to raise her rump off the bed. I slid up behind her, pulling open her thighs to find my target, her juicy, swollen vulva. I bored in, my tongue flattened to lick the whole length of her gaping slit, making her writhe and murmur happily. As usual, she smelled spicy and sweet, like a Christmas kitchen, the scent driving me on, as always, and I moved in again, licking and teasing, tasting her juices as they flowed from her wet vulva, until I worked my way to the back of her slit to her perineum.
I took hold of her thighs, pulling her into me as I licked and teased her perineum, occasionally stabbing my tongue into her pussy, getting an “Oh, Oh, OH!” each time I did that, until I felt she was ready for why I was down here. As I lightly licked her perineum, enjoying the little jumps and quivers she gave every time I did that, I moved my attention a little higher, until I was licking and gently kissing around her tightly-creased little rosebud, her buttocks quivering every time I breathed or lightly flicked my tongue over it. As I concentrated on her little pucker, Lori began wriggling and shivering.
“Davey, don’t fucking tease me, you know what I want, just do it!” she hissed. I of course ignored her; this was my time to play, and I was doing it my way.
“Davey, if you don’t… ooohhh!” she groaned as I shoved my tongue into her tight anus, pulling her lovely plush buttocks apart as I did so, stretching her hole open for my delight. She kept up the litany of whispered moans and sighs as I rimmed her, allowing my saliva to run down my tongue and coat her anus, where my tongue-tip pushed it inside her, making her hole slick, spongy, and loose, ready for my cock.