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The next morning – after Jenny had come to my bedroom, sucked and fucked me while Bob, her boyfriend, was in the next room – I went down to breakfast wary of what Bob would say and do.
They were late getting up – well, it was Saturday – but eventually Bob appeared.
“Morning Ian – hope you enjoyed Jenny last night, I wasn’t up to it, but she certainly seems to have enjoyed herself.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I just continued to eat my breakfast.
Bob sensed my nervousness “No hard feelings,” he said “But keep this between us, and don’t expect it to happen again, OK?”
“OK.” In my defence, I could have said Jenny seduced me, not the other way around, but Bob already knew this, and so no more was said – at least not by Bob.
Time moved on quickly, and within 18 months Bob and Jenny were married, we went to the wedding as friends (by that time I had taken up with Jan), and have remained close friends ever since.
Another year later and Jan and I were married, and kids came along – Bob and Jenny had girls, while we had boys. Being the same age, we kept in touch, and as the children grew up took occasional holidays together – boating on the canals and sometimes camping.
During these trips, it was inevitable that, on occasion, Jenny and I were alone together, and although she teased me with the odd touch or kiss on the cheek, we never let it go further.
While my memories of that night stayed vivid, my main frustration was that I had never got to see and enjoy Jenny’s lovely body, it had been so dark, I had to rely on my imagination to see her breasts and nipples, and pussy. They moved away for Bob’s work, and we didn’t see them often, but Jenny fell pregnant again – by this time her girls were 8 and 6, and they visited shortly after the birth. Jenny was breast feeding and was not shy about feeding the baby in front of us, so I did eventually get to see her tits – her nipples chocolate brown and enlarged. I am sure Jenny did this deliberately to tease me.
Years went by, our children grew up went to Uni and got jobs, and we only met up once or twice a year for dinner. Then one day, Jenny phoned to say they were going on holiday to France, and would we like to come. They had found a nice Gite in the countryside and it was big enough for four of us. It so happened that we were also looking for a similar type of break, and so we all went off to France.
The Gite was lovely, right out in the sticks, and miles from anywhere. It had a hot tub outside on the deck, but no pool. We lazed around, reading novels, enjoyed the sun, drank lots of wine, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
Halfway through the two week holiday, Jan realised that she had run out of her prescription pills (for blood pressure), and Bob offered to drive her to the village and help her at the pharmacy – his french was much better than mine. So, off they went, for pills and shopping, a journey which would take at least two hours, leaving me alone with Jenny.
The sun was already beating down and it was hot and humid, and no sooner had they driven off, than Jenny announced that she was going to cool off in the hot tub, and a glass of wine would be very welcome. I took the hint and found a fresh bottle, poured a couple of glasses, and took them out to the deck.
Jenny was immersed in the tub, but I immediately saw that she had taken off her bikini top and I could see her breasts in the bubbling water. “Come on in.” She ordered, so I gave her the wine and climbed in beside her.
To be continued
