Breakdown Cover Ch. 02

He smiled, “I'm a man. So long as I've got my right hand, and a girly mag.”

“D'you really wank yourself?”

“Not every night.”

“Oh my God. I never realised.”

“To tell you the truth, my first thought's to help you, was to buy you a vibrator.”

“Really? So why don't I?”

“The job on the farm. It's that job that could see neither of us needing outside help.”

“I guess.”

“Let's go to bed and cuddle and I'll leave it up to you as to whether you tell Trevor that a Friday night session is on or not.”

So off to bed we went, and early next morning he was off in the works van. I guess that for all my arguing with James, I'd known all along that I'd be going to Trevor's house this Friday. After all, I'd made him that promise when he'd agreed to corroborate my story about the car. So if going would lead to a job on the farm, it would be killing two birds with one stone. I wasn't sure if it would be necessary to confirm the Friday night rendezvous, but I was waiting by the window in my front room on Monday afternoon. And as soon as I saw their Land Rover come into view, I went across to intercept them.

And this time, instead of waiting at their gate, I walked in and met Trevor as he was climbing out. “Well you're a sight for sore eyes. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

“James said that I should let you know I'll be letting the children have another sleepover at the farm this Friday night. And I'll come over to you, if you want me to?”

“But I thought that was already confirmed last week; when I agreed to lie about your car?”

“It was, but James didn't know that. And in any case, after all the revelations that burst out this weekend, I thought it wouldn't hurt to just assure you I still intend to honour my promise.”

“That's good to hear. Are you coming in now for a quick cuppa?”

“No, sorry. I've got the children to pickup from school and I'm running low on petrol. So I'll have to drive into town first. Oh, James said you were going to ask about a job for me, at the farm. I was wondering what the reaction was?”

“He wasn't supposed to tell you until I'd got it sorted.”

“I think he was so excited about the idea, that he couldn't wait.”

“Well I've told Mary not to push ahead any further with it.”

“Why?”

“As you just said. With all that shit stirring this weekend, I wasn't sure you'd turn up this Friday.”

“So can you maybe phone her tonight?”

“And if you accept a job before Friday, will you still honour your promise?”

“Yes. I told you I would.”

“Words are easy.”

“But I promise.”

“And the Friday after?”

“What d'you mean?”

“Don't come it. The deal I struck with your husband was that I'd arrange this job, so as he could pack in his shift work. But he was to get you to agree to spend every Friday night here, until his shift work ended. So, is that what you're offering?”

So it was obvious that if I wanted that job arranging, which I did; then I'd need to agree to his conditions. “Ok. Every Friday until he stops working his shifts. That is apart from the Fridays that he's at home. But you have to talk to Mary tonight, to start the ball rolling as far as getting me this job.”

“No lass. You're not the one in the driving seat, and you don't give the orders. You come here Friday night, and providing things run smoothly, I'll talk to Mary next Saturday.”

“Ok, if that's the way you want it. I don't suppose another few days will make any difference.”

So things went on as normal until the Friday, and I'd made arrangements for the kids to sleep over Friday night at the farm. So Friday was spent preening myself, and sorting out my sexiest underwear. But although I'd gone to a lot of trouble with makeup, hair and all areas of general presentation, I'd selected my dress to be as down to earth and everyday as possible. Not wanting any neighbour who might see me, to think I looked like I was going out for the evening. And I'd also put together spare knickers and a different dress to wear on the Saturday morning.

So the afternoon arrived, and as their car came into view, over the road I went. And in all honesty, the feelings in my tummy weren't nervous butterflies; on the contrary, they were unmistakably, butterflies due to my heightened arousal. As Trevor stepped down from his land Rover, he said, “My, you're keen. Hey up Bill, looks like it gonna be a long hard night.”

But instead of getting annoyed or attempting to rebuke him for making such a blatantly sexual comment, I said cheekily, “I hope you've both taken it easy today at work, cos if I'm stopping here overnight, you're gonna need every bit of stamina you've got.”

“Ok, let's get you inside.” And as he took my elbow and escorted me briskly towards their front door, he asked, “So what's brought about the change in attitude?”

“I don't really know, but being as my James wants me to do it, and that farm job depends on it, I guess I might as well make the best of it.”

As we entered the house, they both dropped their work bags in the hallway and Trevor guided me through to the back room. And as soon as we were inside and I turned to face him, my hands were on his belt buckle. “Strewth lass. I was only kidding out there, but I was right; you are keen.”

And as he then started undoing the buttons down the front of my dress, I said, “Where's bill gone?”

My dress had now dropped to the floor, along with his trousers and underpants. And as I removed his shirt, and he was taking off my bra, he replied, “He's gone to see to Satan. But don't worry. By the time I've had my first turn, he'll be ready to take over.”

And so it started. And right from the off, I gave as good as I got, actively fucking them in every conceivable position. And by the time we'd broke-off for tea time, they'd each cum three times; with me managing four good ones, and one minor tremor.

They'd bought food in ready, and whilst I took a long soak in their bath, Bill cooked steak and chips for all three of us. So then around seven in the evening, they started again. But now it was more leisurely, the action wasn't confined to just one of them at a time. And if I'd thought we'd tried every position earlier, then during the evening meal, they must have invented a few new ones; and they were now trying them out. And then around nine, we took another break. And during the next two and a half hours, we watched a movie.

The very first scene showed an actor I recognised (but I couldn't put a name to), flirting with a semi-naked girl, so I assumed it was a typical porn film; not that I'd seen any since I got married. But within a minute or so, up came the film company names, and the names of the actors. People like Malcolm McDowell, Helen Mirren, Peter O'Toole and John Gielgud. So from that point, I knew it had to be a mainstream film. The name of the film was Caligula. But before five minutes was gone, the extreme sexual content made me realise, this was like no other mainstream movie I'd ever seen. And definitely not the kind of film James and I would ever watch. But tonight, as a break from the exertions of two on one sex, it provided a needed diversion. And the scene towards the end of the film, where Caligula enlists all the senators wives to work in his special brothel, with explicit scenes of real fucking, provided the perfect appetiser for the antics to come when the film ended and we went to bed together.

So whereas the first session had been frantic, and the second avant-garde; this third session in bed was almost loving. Now I'm not pretending I had fallen in love with them. And I didn't think for one second they loved me. But the tenderness and warmth in the embraces whilst being fucked, made a wonderful finale to what had been a truly memorable evening. And the awakening in the morning was just as wonderful. As I was fucked into two earth shattering orgasms before I got up. And like yesterday tea time, whilst I soaked in the bath, Bill made us all a cooked breakfast; which on coming down, I ate heartily.

I think I’ll take a break here, and tell the final part of my story later, if there are enough people interested enough to email me.