The Conclusion.
Following our adventure with the Symbian Orgasmatron, I was walking home, hand in hand in hand with my darling Mary and her neighbour, Katherine.
Mary was questioning me on the afternoon, the nine ladies and the machine that I had enjoyed having sex with.
"I thought you did very well, nine hot women and a machine that was nearly overheating. Ten cunts of which only one was imitation and you managed to cum in five of them. That's half. You must be completely shagged out. Which one did you enjoy most?"
Without having to think, I answered "I was talking to Katie," I started
"Katherine?" Mary suddenly said angrily. "This is MY man, you bitch!"
"Wait 'till I've finished." I continued. "Katie said that in her life, although it is essential to have sex with someone she loves, it is not essential to love someone she has sex with. I would go further... Sex is better with someone you love than someone you don't. My answer is that the best was the woman who I am madly in love with. You, my dearest Mary."
Mary swung round and hugged me, melted into my arms and kissed me more passionately than she had ever done before.
While we were walking, I mentioned that in spite of Peter Clarke being insistent that Jennifer didn't cheat on him. Giselle had casually revealed that she was frequently bonking him. Kate did not appear surprised, so I assumed that Jenny already knew about it and had told her friend. "Jenny is actually a tough old bird," said Katie, "She's Peter's fifth wife and needed some ammunition for when he eventually finds someone younger and divorces her. When she found out about it, she made Giselle write a confession and took her to a Notary who was not her husband's solicitor and made her sign it. I was her witness. The female solicitor specialises in divorces featuring cheating husbands.
I've decided that rather than wait for Alan to divorce me," Said Mary, "While Jonathan and Julia are still at college, I'm going to divorce him on ground of desertion and infidelity. I must ask Jenny for contact details of her solicitor."
We finally reached Kate's cottage. "Would you like to come next door for a coffee to help sober up?" Mary asked Kate.
"Why not?" We went through the old farm yard to get to Mary's back door. There was a strange car parked there.
"That's Alan's car." Mary informed us in a shocked voice. We went into the kitchen. A fairly beefy rough looking man sat on a kitchen chair drinking a large glass of brandy.
"What on earth are you doing here?" Mary asked her wayward husband.
"I've had an argument with Sue and have decided to spend the night with my wife in my own house. I know Kate, but who are you?" he asked looking at me.
"This is John. He's my latest squeeze." answered Katherine quickly. "We've been out together at a social function at the Manor House and Mary has asked us back for coffee."
Quick thinking, Kate. Well done!
Mary filled the kettle and switched it on.
Mary talked to Kate "You wanted to borrow a dress of mine. When the kettle has boiled, I'll take you upstairs and you can show me which one." She got out the cafetière and put three spoonfuls of ground coffee in it. The kettle boiled and she poured the water over the coffee.
Once the coffee had been poured, the girls left the kitchen, went upstairs and we could hear them walking across the landing to Mary's bedroom laughing as they went.
Alan struck up a conversation with me. "How long have you known Kate?" He asked.
"A couple of months. She's very pretty isn't she?"
"Not just pretty, the lads in the pub reckon she's a real goer. One bloke even claimed she's the village bike."
"She's eager, but tame." I answered "She only allows me to make love to her in the missionary position." I lied.
"I've heard that she likes it in her bum hole. Not like my wife, she has never wanted me to use any 'foreign' positions so I've dumped her and am now living with someone who even sucks my dick. Mary will never find another man, she looks too old now but if I ever find out that someone is sniffing around her, I'll break his neck. I would always find out. My daughter keeps a close eye on Mary for me."
"Where's your daughter?"
"She's at university in Manchester. She's a good girl, very pretty and still a virgin in spite of all the randy male students."
"You sad, disillusioned old man." I thought. "I've been screwing both your daughter and your wife. Now your girlfriend has chucked you out for the night."
"What do you do, Alan?" I asked.
"I have a market stall selling fabric remnants at six different markets a week. It's a man's job. None of this poofy office work. That's how we managed to buy and convert this farmhouse. Great isn't it?"
"I've only seen the kitchen but it seems lovely."
"I can't afford to divorce Mary, because she would want half. Come to think of it. Where are they?"
He thumped up the stairs and I heard him shouting at Mary.
The girls returned and Kate said "It's past eight, we'd better be going, John"
