We shouted our ecstasy together in a delirium of delight. As I continued to pump upwards, Mrs. Robertson ground her pussey against my groin while she surrendered to the pleasures of her spend. She crushed her breasts against my chest as my fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her generous backside, pulling her forwards against me.
When the exquisite sensations finally subsided I pulled her off my cock and reached down into her sopping sheath, dipping my little finger in our mingled love juices. Then I rubbed the pungent wetness over her succulent breasts, anointing her titties with our cum whilst we recovered our composure after the spirited if unexpected coupling.
Then I recalled the original purpose of my visit. So I hauled myself to my feet and searched for my drawers as I said jokingly: 'Well now, after such wonderful service, you can be sure that my future patronage is assured. But I must be going now, Mrs. Robertson, because my poor friend is waiting anxiously for his aspirin tablets.'
She nodded her head, then grasped hold of my cock and gave it a fervent kiss. 'Yes, of course, I quite understand, sir. But if you would like to return here tonight just before we close at seven o'clock, I'll give you a sucking-off you won't forget in a hurry.'
This was a tempting invitation indeed. But I hedged about giving Mrs. Robertson an outright acceptance as I felt it would put me under an obligation to form an on-going relationship into which I had no desire to enter. So I grinned: 'I'll do my best to come back for that sounds too good to miss. But I believe I have to see some relations who live in Belgravia this evening so if I'm not here by seven, don't wait for me.'
Let me hasten to add that my reluctance was not on the grounds of involvement with a woman of a lower social class-if nothing else, my previous liaisons will bear this out-but because I have always steered clear of any attachments with married ladies. I have seen several chaps find themselves in the most devilishly awkward situations through their injudicious poking of other men's wives. Furthermore, in this case Mrs. Robertson's other half might at the time have been incarcerated in Wormwood Scrubs, but with remission for good conduct, he could well have been released even earlier than the following February.
Nevertheless, I had no wish to hurt her feelings, so I added: if I don't turn up tonight, you won't see me for a while as Mr. Carmichael and I are going to the country on Friday for a few days. But I'll contact you when we come back to town next week.
'Now before I go, I must pay you,' I concluded. She looked at me in horror but burst out laughing when I quickly added: 'For the aspirins and the Vaseline, you naughty thing. What else did you think I had in mind?'
I walked briskly back to the house and after Sally took my coat, I handed her the bottle of aspirin. I asked her how Teddy was feeling. 'He dozed off a few minutes ago,' she replied and I said: 'Good, let's hope he can sleep off his cold. Now it's a shame to have to disturb him, but he must take two of the pills every six hours. So in about an hour we'll wake him up. Then I want you to make Mister Teddy a hot cup of tea and I'll bring him a glass of water and make sure he takes two of these tablets.'
The salacious little minx looked at me slyly and answered: 'Very good, Mister Andrew, and shall I bring you a cup of tea as well? You look a bit tired, if you don't mind me saying so. Did you run all the way to and from the chemist's shop?'
'Er, yes I did,' I fibbed, but this only caused the impudent girl to break into a fit of giggles. 'Did you really?' she said with obvious disbelief. 'Well, you must have taken the scenic route because it's taken you ever such a long time. Why don't you go and lie down on your bed for a rest? After I've finished my chores we can finish what we didn't really start this morning because of Mister Teddy's illness. Then I'd be grateful if you could give me some advice that I could pass onto one of my girlfriends who has a worrying problem regarding her boyfriend.'
I looked at the cheeky girl and gave a heartfelt sigh as Doctor Elstree's admonition to abstain from rumpy-pumpy for a few days flitted across my mind. I had already disregarded his advice by shagging Mrs. Robertson and once I let Sally within sucking distance of my cock I knew full well that I would be unable to resist her advances. However, the idea of a cup of tea did appeal to me, so I resolved not to disobey Doctor Elstree's advice again even as I agreed to Sally's suggestion and walked through to my room where I threw myself down on the bed and awaited her imminent arrival.
Ten minutes later she knocked on my door. As soon as she had closed it behind her, she brazenly began to undress until I held up my hand and said: 'No, don't do that, my dear, I really don't feel all that well myself. I'd prefer to fuck you tomorrow morning rather than now. Did you know that I'm going to the country on Friday. I just hope I'm not coming down with the malady which has laid poor Mister Teddy so low.'
To my great relief, Sally accepted this excuse although she was clearly disappointed whenever I refused her offer to suck me off. 'You could just lie there and rest while I give you a nice gobble,' she pleaded. But I was worried that this would over-tire my cock after the fine fuck with Mrs. Robertson so, heaving myself up off the bed, I said: 'No, it's very kind of you, m'dear, but I think it would be best to wait till tomorrow. Now, what's this problem your friend has been having with her young man?
'Nothing too serious, I hope,' I added, concerned that the friend might be Sally herself, for using the cover of a nonexistent chum was often the way a girl with a bun in the oven first broached her plight.
Sally must have sensed my anxiety for she gave a chuckle and said: 'No, no, don't worry, Mister Andrew, neither my friend Chrissie nor I are up the spout. Actually, the problem is to do with Peter, Chrissie's boy-friend. Not to put too fine a point to it, he's been having some trouble with his cock.'
For a moment or two I stared at Sally as she began coolly to button up her dress. This had to be a wild coincidence, for surely it was impossible that the girl should have any inkling that I was suffering from a possibly similar complaint which had led me to consult Doctor Elstree in Harley Street. Nevertheless, I gave her a long hard look as I remarked: is he now, poor chap? What's the trouble with him? Can't he get it up?'
Sally shook her head. 'Not exactly, it's what happens afterwards which is causing all the trouble. As soon as he sticks his prick in Chrissie's cunt, he shoots his load.
'She said to me: “It's so terribly frustrating for both of us but I just don't know what can be done about it.” Now, Chrissie is one of my closest friends so I wasn't offended at all when last week she asked me if I would let Peter fuck me and see whether a fresh pussey would help him.'
I couldn't help but give a chuckle as I remarked: 'Goodness me, I've heard of share and share alike but isn't that taking things a bit far?'
'Well, I don't think so,' she said defensively, if it was all right with Chrissie, it was all right with me. And I don't mind admitting to you that I quite liked the idea because Chrissie had told me that Peter had always been a sensitive lover till his prick started to play up.
'Anyhow, he too was keen on the idea when we suggested it to him, so last Friday night he took me out for a drink and then we went back to my place. My Mum and Dad were already asleep upstairs so we went into the sitting room where we quickly locked ourselves in a passionate embrace on the sofa. Chrissie was right about Peter being a sensitive lover: a lovely warm glow ran through me as we exchanged tender searching kisses whilst his hands strayed to my breasts which he gently caressed whilst I ran my fingers through his shiny brown hair. I was soon so aroused that, when his hand dropped down to rub my pussey, I responded by squeezing the bulge in Peter's lap, whispering to him that he should help me undress as I prefer to make love in the nude.