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A Welcome Return – Gay Adult Story

28 April, 2018 (13:04) | Bisexual Sex Hookups, Gay Stories | By: Gay Adult Stories

by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

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An adult man returns to long suppressed gay feelings
following a chance encounter. It can be weird to find a trigger for straight man who has man to man feelings that have been suppressed. This story deals with exploring previously suppressed gay feelings and features a married, bisexual man who has hot man to man sex including oral and anal sex, freeing himself at that moment.

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Author Notes: The author would be pleased to receive
constructive feedback and also if you liked the story.

I apologise in advance for any undiscovered typos but
please do say if there are repetitive grammatical errors
which you have found particularly annoying and which I
appreciate can drive one to distraction.

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I caught sight of him from some distance away. He was
about half a mile distant and slightly ahead of us but
on a converging path. As we approached the brow of the
hill and the car park came into view, I saw that he was
heading for what I assumed to be his car in that it was
the only one there. As my wife and I reached the brow,
he was removing his walking gear; we exchanged
pleasantries and walked on. The village we were heading
for was about five miles distant and visible through the
heat haze. It was a great day to be walking in Wales.

We moved into the side of the road as a car slowed
behind; as it pulled out to pass, it stopped beside us.

‘Would you two like a lift?’

I hesitated for about half a second.

‘Yes please,’ I replied for us both. The cold beer I’d
promised myself had just got an hour nearer.

I sat in the front seat as my wife clambered into the
back. She thanked him and when we were settled, he set
off down the hill. I introduced my wife and myself and
in turn he introduced himself as Peter.

We politely chatted about our respective walks as we
wended our way down the winding road. He was noticeably
younger than me, by about 15 years I estimated, making
him around 40 and very quietly spoken, almost diffident.
I asked him if he had finished walking for the day and
he replied that he felt he had done enough that day ‘to
appease the walkers’ gods’ a term of phrase I felt
marked him out in some way. He asked where we had
walked. We told him and he asked if we’d found the track
on which we had seen him. I said we hadn’t and he
described where it went. As it was new to us, we showed
a genuine interest. The path’s other attraction he said
was that it passed a remote pub. I said I’d go and try
the path and the pub the next day on my own as my wife
had declared that she intended to spend the whole day
watching the royal wedding; I in turn had declared that
I would spend the whole day out walking in the hills.

As we approached the village, my wife asked him to stop
at the head of a small track that so that we could walk
the short distance to the cottage we had rented for the
week. As my wife was getting out of the car, I turned to
Peter, shook his hand and thanked him for the lift.

‘Call me Pete,’ he responded, ‘and I hope you enjoy your
walk tomorrow.

He surprised me my keeping hold of my hand for a couple
of seconds longer than necessary whilst also holding my
gaze for the same time.

I said that I would enjoy the walk and a midday beer at
the pub. I was silent as my wife as I followed the track
to the cottage, thinking about my farewell to Pete. Had
I imagined the prolonged hand holding, the look? Was I
reading too much into it?

As the long buried thoughts intruded into my
consciousness, my wife’s voice cut through my reverie.

‘Hello?’

I looked at her quizzically.

‘I asked if you like to call in the butchers and pick up
a couple of steaks to barbeque this evening?’

‘Sorry, I was miles away. Yes, let’s do that.’ I
replied.

The next day dawned with the promise of yet another fine
day. I aimed to start my walk at around 0800 to arrive
at the pub by noon. My wife was already settling in to
watch the royal wedding (along with several million
others across the country) and barely noticed my
departure.

On my walk, my thoughts ranged far and wide but kept
returning to yesterday’s short ride home and the two
seconds too long hand and eye contact. I allowed my
thoughts to return to other times but not for long as I
was determined they remained deeply buried. The views
were spectacular, behind me the sea all the way to
Ireland, before me the hills of Wales. I followed the
new path and immersed myself in the unfamiliarity of it.
Eventually I entered a tree lined avenue and glimpsed
the roof of a building ahead; by my reckoning it was the
promised pub. As I approached the open door I was aware
of a rough garden to my right so I turned to enter it to
drop off my rucksack on a table where I’d sit with a
welcome beer. As I dropped the rucksack I was conscious
of my shirt sticking to my chest and back with sweat.

‘How’s that for timing?’

I turned, startled. It was Pete. He was sitting at a
table with a half-finished beer before him. There was
also a full pint glass on the tab with condensation
forming on the outside.

He filled the silence.

‘I saw you enter the top of the track so this has just
been pulled.’

‘Perfect.’ I said after the shortest hesitation of
surprise. I wondered if he’d noticed the quavering in my
voice.

I sat down opposite him and reached for the welcome
beer. There was silence while I took a welcome couple of
swigs and also while my heart rate slowed. He smiled at
me when I put the glass down.

‘Surprised to see me here?’ he asked mischievously,
smiling as he did so.

‘Yes, obviously,’ I paused, ‘and very pleased that you
are. How did you get here?’

‘I knew you were headed here so I drove up to join you
for a beer. Are you sure you don’t mind?’ I caught a
hint of doubt in his voice.

‘No, not at all.’

We both went quiet for a while and relaxed a little. We
made small talk about being a good day for walking, how
quiet it was in this garden, the wildlife we’d seen and
generally got easier with each other. We finished our
drinks and I suggested another. He readily agreed.

As I rose, I asked if he’d like any lunch. He smiled and
said that I’d be lucky to drag the landlady away from
the television (the royal wedding) let alone get her to
do a lunch. He hesitated then took a long and audible
breath.

‘Would you like to come back to my place for lunch?’ He
said in a rush and with a noticeable nervousness in his
voice. Then, as if having made up his mind and to build
on the courage he’d found.

‘We could have another beer there if you’d rather.’ As
he spoke, his voice dropped to a whisper, casting his
gaze downward as he did so.

I sat back down again and waited in the silence for him
to look up again. When he did, I looked him directly in
the eye. Warily and from a previous experience many
years ago where I misread (been led on by?) the
messages, I softly gripped his forearm.

‘I’d like that very much Pete.’ I said softly.

He breathed out heavily and his whole being relaxed.

‘Phew!’ he gasped, ‘I’m glad about that; I would very
much like it too.’

He drove to his cottage which was a little way out of
the village where my wife and I were staying. My four
hour walk across hills and tracks was reduced to a 20
minute car journey on a small and deserted country road.

The cottage was quite isolated and small. I pulled off
my walking shoes before entering. Inside it was simply
furnished and had the air of a man living alone.

‘I live on my own here, and have for many years.’ He
said as if following my train of thought.

I nodded but said nothing.

‘How about that beer I promised?’ He asked. He paused
and then as if making some inward decision, added,
‘Would you like to freshen up? The shower room is
through there if you would.’

Again, his voice had a querulous edge to it. I turned to
where he indicated and said if it wasn’t too much
trouble I’d be glad to. My shirt still clung to me and I
was hot now with nervousness. Indeed, I realised that we
both were. Somehow this needed to be more into the open.
I turned to where he’d indicated.

‘Just a second!’ he called as I walked into the shower
room. ‘You’ll need a towel, I’ll get one for you.’

The shower room was more of a wet-room and surprisingly
large with a huge single shower head fixed to the
ceiling and a smaller hand held shower head on the end
of a long flexible hose clipped to the wall. Resolving
to take the initiative I pulled off my shirt and dropped
and stepped out of my shorts. Wearing only my briefs I
turned and faced to door. I was conscious also that my
penis was noticeably enlarged but not erect. It felt
good. Pete entered the room already holding the towel
towards me. He stopped dead in his tracks. He
involuntarily looked me up and down, and then glanced at
my crotch. He stood there in silence, still half
offering me the towel, still looking at me.

Holding his gaze, I slowly pushed down my briefs. When
my hardening penis sprung free, I let the briefs fall to
the floor and stepped out of them. I waited, saying
nothing. He looked at me almost pleadingly but said
nothing. I could clearly hear him breathing quickly and
quite heavily. The hand holding the towel was shaking. I
reached for it and he wordlessly handed it to me. I
turned away and hung it on the nearby hook and then
turned back to look at him.

‘Come in with me Peter.’ I said softly and not waiting
to gauge his reaction, turned away and pulled the shower
lever.

The cold water hit me with surprising force and I
gasped; it quickly warmed and I turned to see if he was
still standing where I’d left him. He was a foot or so
away from me and naked. He was about six inches shorter
than me and slightly built compared to my broader and
heaver build – and sporting a respectable erection.

I waited and he came closer. When he was within easy
reach, I pulled him closer to me and into a kiss.

As his mouth opened my penis grew rigid almost instantly
and I felt his stir against me as I passionately kissed
him. I gripped him tightly to me and he responded by
relaxing and returning my kiss with enthusiasm. We broke
apart and he half pulled away from me.

He rubbed his hands across my broad chest. ‘I knew you’d
have a fit body.’ He said. He paused. ‘It’s been a long
time David,’ his voice barely audible above the noise of
the rushing water.

‘It has for me too Peter.’ I replied and lowered my head
to kiss him again. As we kissed, I decided that I would
take the lead. I eased him away from me.

‘Stay still; I’ll wash you.’

I reached for the liquid soap dispenser. He stood there
in silence as I soaped his neck and shoulders and then
his upper chest and arms. I took my time, enjoying the
feel of his skin as my hand slid across it. All the
while he stood there quietly. When I reached for the
shower head on the wall to rinse him he smiled at me. I
took another handful of soap and started washing him
again starting at his waist and moving over his hips and
flat tummy. I skimmed across his pubic hair and down his
leg, up again and across his pubic hair and down the
other leg and back up again. I paused slightly and
cupped his balls in my hand. I heard his intake of
breath even above the noise of the water.

I gently massaged his balls with my soapy hand and then
slid it along his erect penis. It is a wonderful feeling
for both parties I know and it felt good to run my hand
along a hard cock. He clearly enjoyed it too. I milked a
large drop of crystal clear precum and spread it over
the head with my finger. I let go of it and it dropped
slightly under its own weight and settled, jutting out
horizontally. I became aware then of my own erection
which was harder and bigger than it had been for a long
time; it was so hard as to be almost painful and I could
feel its weight pulling at its root.

I washed his legs and then stood and reached for the
shower head on the wall and rinsed him again.

‘Stay still.’ I said, and walked behind him.

I reached for the soap and started to cleanse his neck,
shoulders and back, stopping in line with his hips. I
applied more soap and gently massaged the cheeks of his
small, firm arse. I felt him slightly press against my
hands but ignored the hint and continued down one leg,
back up, across his arse and then down and back up his
other leg. I stopped there and rinsed him once more.
Pausing for a short while, I reached again for the soap.

Standing closer so that my erect penis brushed against
him, I firmly massaged the cheeks of his arse again and
this time let my hand slide down the cleft of it,
pausing to rest the tip of my fingers against his
opening before sliding on down to cup his balls in the
palm of my hand. He moved his hand to touch my penis. I
let his hand stay there for a couple of seconds before
sliding my hand up and down his cleft a couple of times
before pulling away and rinsing him for a final time.

I moved around to face him, paused for a second or two
and kissed him; it was a lover’s kiss and he returned it
gently. I knelt slowly, pausing to kiss and suck his
nipples before settling onto the floor. His penis was
and inch or two away. I waited; he was still for a while
and then, almost imperceptibly, pushed towards me. I
gratefully took his penis in my mouth.

I heard his gasp before my senses were overwhelmed with
the taste of his precum and wonderful feeling of a hard,
warm and slippery penis sliding between my lips to fill
my mouth. I reached up and held his hips as I moved back
and forth on him, savouring the taste and the sensation.
He moved in the same rhythm as me and I stopped as he
moved to and fro in my mouth. I pulled off him slightly,
took hold of his penis and proceeded to give what can
only be crudely described as a blow-job using my mouth
and hand, using the practiced technique perfected by my
wife over the years. It was wonderful feeling and one
I’d missed for a very long time.

After a couple of minutes, I stopped and stood up. He
looked quizzically at me as I reached around him and
pulled some soap into the palm of my hand. I knelt down
and took him into my mouth again. As he moved back and
forth, I reached between his legs and pushed my hand
into the cleft of his arse. He sensed what I was going
to do as he settled his weight on my slippery finger as
I probed his opening: I slid my finger inside him. I
moved him in and out of my mouth, sliding my finger in
and out of him in the same rhythm.

He suddenly gasped and pulled away from me, holding my
head surprising firmness. I waited and when his grip
relaxed, I pulled my finger from him and stood up, and
held him to me. Being some six inched taller than him,
his head rested on my shoulder.

‘Sorry,’ he murmured, ‘I nearly came.’

In response, I put my hands on his shoulders and pressed
lightly downward. He needed no further hint. He slid
slowly to his knees and without any hesitation, took my
swollen penis into his mouth.

How I didn’t cum immediately I’ll never know. The
sensation was dizzying as the warmth of his mouth
encircled my cock. He must have sensed something as he
stayed still; as the urge to cum faded, I moved out and
back into his mouth. He needed no further guidance as
slowly and gently he skilfully used his mouth upon me,
stopping occasionally when I half pulled away,
frightened that I might cum. I didn’t want to yet, not
here, but later. Finally, I pulled away from him. He
stood and looked me in the eye.

‘Will you come to bed with me David?’

I nodded assent. He reached and turned off the shower.
The sudden silence was strange. He turned and retrieved
the towel from where I’d hung it and returned lightly
rubbing it over him before handing it to me. I did much
the same as suddenly, there was a sense of urgency in
the air. He reached towards me and took hold of my
erection and slightly pulled at me. I dropped the towel
on the wet floor; he let go of me, turned, and walked
away. I followed him as he ascended the stairs, looking
at his pert arse swaying as he climbed them. He walked
to the end of the short corridor and into a surprisingly
large room. It was brightly lit with daylight and with
an uninterrupted view down the valley beyond to the sea.
He stood by the double bed and held my gaze as he sat
and then lay down on his back across it. I noticed that
there were still droplets of water on his chest and
legs. I looked at him for a few seconds; he was so
inviting, laying there looking at me, his penis erect
and his legs slightly apart. I moved to join him.

As I lowered myself onto the bed, he opened his arms. I
entered his embrace and lay initially half on him and
then fully onto him as his arms tightened about me as we
kissed. All restraint fell away as we kissed, fondled,
pressed, squeezed, sucked and all else that two lovers
do in unbridled fervour. The feeling of him beneath me,
his penis pressing against me and mine on him was all
consuming. How long we were like this I cannot recall; I
doubt it was for long but it felt an age. Eventually,
and if my some silent signal we pulled apart and came up
for air. We lay there for a while just looking at each
other and gently stroking each other’s erection. He
looked directly at me, hesitated, and then got up from
the bed. He went across to a small cabinet, opened and
then closed a draw and returned to the bed carrying a
small tube.

‘Look at this,’ he said, ‘a sad reflection of my life;
an unopened and out of date tube of lubricating jelly.’
Smiling as he said it.

‘I can’t do anything about the date, but I can about
opening it.’ I replied.

I took it from him, twisted open the cap and then
reversed it to puncture the seal with the pointed end.
The clear jelly leaked a little. I rubbed a small amount
between my fingers.

‘It’s perfect,’ I said.

We sat looking at each other.

‘Lay down Peter.’ He hesitated. ‘On your back’.

He hestitated.

‘I love being told what to do.’ He paused, ‘I admitted
to myself a long time ago that I like to be submissive
but it’s never happened. Now I hope it will.’

He sat, looking at me.

I placed my hand in the centre of his chest and gently
pushed him onto his back. He lay there looking
expectantly at me; his penis standing vertically. I
picked up the tube and handed it to him.

‘Make my prick slippery for you.’ I half demanded.

I noticed his hand shook slightly as he reached for the
tube and again as he squeezed some of the jelly into the
palm of his hand. I leaned back a little to bring my
penis free. He reached over and started to spread the
jelly around and along it. It felt very good indeed and
I revelled a little in the luxury of being stroked by
another man. I took his hand away.

‘And now you Peter; make yourself slippery for me.’

He took a little more jelly on his finger tips, lifted
himself slightly and reached down. I heard the wet noise
as he applied it to himself. I took the tube from him.

I knelt between his parted legs and then holding them
both behind the knees, pushed his leg up against his
chest. As I moved on top of him, he lifted his legs
higher and onto my shoulders, gripping me behind my neck
as he crossed his ankles. He’d clearly been here before.
I took my weight on my hands and pushed myself up
slightly. He instinctively tightened his grip across my
back so that he rose with me, bringing his arse clear of
the bed. I pressed forward and slid my cock between the
slippery cheeks of his arse. I stopped, pressed against
him.

‘Help me find you, Pete’

He reached down and held by cock as he positioned
himself and I felt him press against me, holding the
head of my cock against his opening. He removed his
hand.

I pressed slightly and felt the tip of my cock enter
him. I stopped, withdrew just a little, and then moved
in again. I pressed against him again and moved a little
further in. I did this a couple of times until I was
about a third of the length of my cock into him. At this
point, my cock is quite thick; my wife has remarked upon
it when we are having sex as this is the point where
sometimes tells me how lovely and thick my cock is and
how she enjoys it. However, in the past it had been an
impediment when I am unable to enter a willing arse any
further. I pressed a little harder and then stopped. I
bent down and kissed him. It was a slow and unhurried
kiss and we spent a couple of minutes in silent
pleasure. As we kissed, he relaxed slightly and I felt
myself enter him a little further. We kissed again and,
as he again relaxed, I slid fully into him. I heard his
sharp intake of breath even above my own gasp.

We lay still for a while, not speaking.

‘This feels so good David.’ He whispered. ‘It has been
such a long time I’d given up hope.’

‘I had too.’ I said, and started to move.

The thing I remember so clearly is looking down at Pete
as I moved in and out of him. Firstly, his face with a
half-smile and his eyes mistily looking back at me, and
secondly, as I looked down at my penis siding in and out
of him, his hard cock gyrating in time with the rhythm
of my strokes. I stopped a couple of times to replenish
the jelly during which time neither of us spoke.
Occasionally we would kiss, but largely we silently
enjoyed each other. I stopped for one last time and
coated by cock with the jelly. I couldn’t last much
longer and didn’t really want to. I re-entered him,
paused, and then moved more forcefully in and out of
him.

He must have sensed my intention as he vigorously
matched my strokes by pushing against me as I entered
him. I moved quicker, deeper and more aggressively as I
approached the end and he responded enthusiastically as
I drove into him. I couldn’t hold off any longer. With a
last thrust that made him shout, I came.

It was almost painful and seemed to last for ages. Peter
clung to me as I pressed harder into him as the spasms
ran through me. I was conscious of my cum ejecting from
me, feeling it leave my penis and into his welcoming
arse.

Eventually my spasms subsided and we lay together still
joined until his arse muscles ejected my softening cock.
He gasped as I fell out of him and hugged me. He relaxed
his legs and I moved to lie beside him. We held each
other for a while and then talked in low tone about
ourselves.

A long time ago he’d had a bad experience. Peter had
been a lecturer in a college and had struck up a
clandestine relationship with male student who was about
19 at the time and who had subsequently tried to
blackmail him by threatening to report him to the
college. Peter had left the college, so the threat came
to nothing but he vowed never to get tempted again,
until now. I had been goaded into making a move which
promptly turned to a threat to tell my wife. He had
underestimated my reaction however, and backed off as I
angrily moved in to dissuade him and he backed away
clearly frightened. However, it stopped me ever getting
drawn into anything again and I’d long since buried my
desires in that direction. Both of us had made much the
same decision and until now, had kept to it.

In the quiet that followed, I went down the bed and took
his half-hard penis into my mouth and brought him to a
hard state in less than a minute. I reached for the
jelly and ran a generous amount over the length of his
penis. I reached behind me and spread some around my
opening. All this was done in silence. I put the cap on
the tube and rolled over onto my front, my legs apart in
a silent invitation.

I heard him move and then felt his arms beside me on the
bed followed by the weight of him as firstly his cock
touched my arse and then his torso onto my back. He
kissed the back of my neck as he searched for my
opening. He moved his hand and I felt him guide his cock
between the cheeks of my arse and then against my
opening. He took his hand away and pressed lightly
against me. I reached behind me with both arms, gripped
his arse and pulled him roughly against me at the same
time as I pushed back. He slid into me in one movement.
After so many years, it felt exquisite.

He paused and then moved in and out of me.

I pushed against his thrusts in eagerness, feeling the
secret pleasure of a hard cock fully penetrating me
again. Peter was tender in his movements as I had
expected from such a gentle man; the sensations were no
less pleasurable though. Later, I lay there passively as
he moved in and out of me. I don’t know for how long we
were joined as I was lost in the intimacy of it; I was
aware however when his strokes became shorter and a
little quicker.

‘When you cum Peter, I want you to ram your cock into me
right up to its root. Tell me you will.’

‘Yes David I will.’ He gasped. And then he did exactly
as I’d told him.

He gave a strangled gasp and I felt his cock lunge into
me. He wasn’t a large man but the feeling of him fully
inside me was wonderful and was made even better as I
felt the warm flood as his cum spurted into me. I angled
my arse slightly so I could feel the pulses of his cock
with each spasm. He quietened after a while and then
laid his full, but slight weight upon me. We stayed like
that for a minute or so.

‘Let me turn over Peter.’

He moved and I rolled onto my back and then reached and
pulled him back on top of me. We lay for a little while
not speaking. I think he half fell asleep as his
breathing was shallow but he jerked slightly and then
raised his head to look at me and then he kissed me ever
so softly, his tongue flicking across my lips, flirting
with my half-opened lips and then gently and sensuously
into my mouth. It was such a loving kiss that I held it;
when I felt him go to pull away I held his head to
prolong the contact. I felt my penis stir and he must
have too as he lifted his head.

‘Have we got the time David.’ He said, smiling at me.

‘I don’t think so Peter,’ I said ruefully. ‘I should
really think about getting back.’

He nodded.

‘Let me wash you before you go.’ He said, moving off me.

We returned to the shower and I stood still as he washed
me much the same as I had washed him earlier. When he
returned to stand in front of me, he hesitated and then
slowly knelt before me. I closed my eyes as I felt first
his warm breath on my half-hard penis and then the
warmth of his mouth around it. He reached between my
legs, found my opening and pushed a finger easily into
me, lubricated as it was by the remains of his cum
inside me. Moving his finger in time with the movement
of his mouth upon my hardening cock he took me to a full
erection. The two movements together touched some
unexplored part of me and I felt any control slipping
away. Peter must have sensed it also as I felt his other
hand on my arse pulling me towards him as he continued
to suck and move his finger inside me.

I came almost explosively. I felt a stream of cum leave
me and heard Pete groan as I filled his mouth. I
momentarily felt as if my legs would give way, but they
didn’t and I continued to empty into his mouth. As the
spasms died away, he kept sucking me until I started to
become soft again. I pulled him upright and kissed him,
tasting the traces of my cum on his lips. His mouth was
empty.

‘I needed that.’ He said with a smile.

‘That’s a first for me.’ I said somewhat inadequately.

We stood there in a loose embrace for a while and I
pulled away slightly.

‘I know,’ he said quietly, ‘you have to go.’

I nodded and reached for the towel.

‘I’ll take you to the village David. No argument now.’
He paused. ‘Golly, now who’s being forceful?’ He smiled
at me.

I dried off and collected my clothes as he did the same.

We left the cottage and got into his car. We wended our
way to the village and I directed him to our cottage. As
he pulled up outside my wife came out of the door. She
did a double take and then realised who I was with.

‘I met Peter at the pub and he offered me a lift. We
called to look at his house on the way back.’ I casually
explained.

She smiled at him and then quite unexpectedly invited
him to stay for dinner with us. He hesitated and she
repeated the invitation; glancing quickly at me and when
I nodded encouragement, he gracefully accepted.

My wife chatted about the wedding and we finished the
champagne we’d bought for the occasion. I opened a
decent bottle of white wine and we settled into a light
meal of salad, cold fish and meats. Peter was charming
and my wife was clearly taken with him, even to the
point, encouraged by the champagne, of lightly flirting
with him. Peter asked about the cottage and we told him
that it was the first time we’d rented it despite having
visited the area for many years. It was a pleasant
evening despite coming about in somewhat bizarre
circumstances.

My wife told Peter that as well as us both visiting, I
sometimes brought my tent away for a few days to get
away from the office. As casually as could be, Peter
took this opportunity to say that I’d be most welcome to
stay at his house if I was thinking of returning; at
which point my wife said that I usually come down in
early September when the area is quiet. Peter smiled and
turned confidently to me and insisted that if I did,
then I must stay with him if I’d care to. I pretended to
ponder the offer for a couple of seconds and agreed that
it would most acceptable and thanked him.

As Peter was preparing to leave, he and I exchanged
addresses and ‘phone numbers. Peter and I shook hands in
farewell and my wife gave him a kiss goodbye.

‘What a nice man.’ She mused as we waved him goodbye.

Once back inside, my wife made the unmistakeable signs
that some marital activity was expected. This wasn’t
unusual following champagne. I wondered if I would be
able to, but I surprised myself, and my wife, with my
enthusiasm and stamina as we made love across the bed as
soon as we got upstairs. When we’d exhausted ourselves
we lay back on the rumpled bed.

‘You should take yourself off walking more often if that
what it does for you.’ She said smiling at me. ‘That was
bloody good.’

‘You must take up Peter’s kind offer to stay in
September. It was very kind of him and he is a very
pleasant guy. He seems a very gentle and shy man. I
liked him.’

‘I will. I said. ‘I certainly will.’

To be continued?

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feedback and also if you liked the story. I apologise in
advance for any undiscovered typos but please do say if
there are repetitive grammatical errors which you have
found particularly annoying and which I appreciate can
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