[twowide]

I'd been Best Man at their Wedding. Now, Guy and Nurse had taken an Apartment in Town. Friday fortnight he called late at our Local, asking me to "Come Round" for the remainder of the evening. Previously, whilst he'd been Playing darts in the crowded Pub, she'd hiked her skirt to her waist as she sat on my lap. She rocked slowly to and fro as I massaged her tits and tweaked her nipples. I'd even stroked her arse during the Wedding Photos ! Now what ?

She hugged me tightly on the door-step, tongue down throat. Short, tattered blue skirt, red, buttons missing blouse. The Chinese Take-Away he'd ordered en-route arrived, and we sat in the lounge. Opposing four-seater sofas, separated by a coffee table. "Go and sit over there," she told him, indicating the far corner seat as she passed him a can of lager, "and keep your head down!" She put a "Dreamy Orchestral LP" on the Player, settling down opposite me as I sat 2 cushions away from him. Casual up skirt. Nylons. Suspenders. White briefs. Blouse wide. White half-bra. Nice cleavage. He closed his eyes, ale slopping over his jeans. Meal finished, he roused, suggesting I stayed the night. She insisted on making-up a bed on the sofa. Lights out.

Suddenly, about 2 o'clock in the morning, the light comes on. She enters, bollock naked. I rise, bollock naked. We eye each other up. Nice tits. Lovely curly sn*tch. Her gaze riveted on my Semi-Hard. Apparently, he had a Medical Condition requiring Instant Tablets. "Please don't touch me!" she begs as she draws a cup of water. She turns, switching out the light. I visited several times. Always the same routine. So he MUST have known about the "exhibition", but said NOWT !

They Emigrated, returning decades later to Establish Pension Rights. She phoned en-route to our house, using the Mobile he allowed her for Emergencies, and so secretly enabling me to get her jealously guarded phone number. We were able to have several carefully timed calls whilst he was "otherwise engaged". Apparently he was a "light sleeper", so at our place, they slept in Single Beds. She would rise at 8 am, woken as my wife prepared breakfast. I would rise and stand bollock naked by her bedroom door. She would emerge, gasping as she was pinned against the wall by the rock hard cock rammed into her now portly crotch. A Position held until my wife could be heard, when I would withdraw into my bedroom and she headed to the loo, shielding her spunk strained gown. He must have seen this, but again NOWT was ever said, and the Visits increased in frequency.

She phoned from Heathrow. "He's taking us back!" she sobbed as the Last Call for their flight boomed out over the Tannoy. Then utter silence. Nurse is no longer with us, but she covered the 6000 miles that divided us to greet me in the kitchen as she passed-over. RIP.