The NewtonsThe Newtons


Part Two 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 isveçbahis 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 isveçbahis giriş 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 isveçbahis yeni giriş 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. PAUL I felt a bit ashamed of not visiting Christiana earlier and also felt a little ridiculous going into the women’s ward. Robert had fitted me with a second robe, one back to front to cover my bare backside. I knew I was in for a mouthful when I saw the scowl on her face as I shuffled towards her bed. I must have looked really stupid going towards her with my plastered arms outstretched as though I was going to embrace her. ‘About bloody time you came to apologise for putting me in here,’ she spat out at me in her way of a greeting. I couldn’t give her a kiss because my arms got in the way and she couldn’t rise up so I just stood there, looking at the chair by her bed. A nurse suddenly saw my predicament and came over and got the chair out for me to sit. I had seen the other women patients looking at me but I found that I could ignore them as I gratefully sat down. ‘I’m sorry that I didn’t come sooner, they’ve only just let me out of my ward. As for me putting you in here it was as much your fault for bickering and making me lose my temper,’ I said.

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