This is the sixteenth episode of my unreliable memoirs. Each episode can be read individually but it helps a bit with names to have read the previous ones.
I hope you have enjoyed it so far.
M4bloke
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Life returned to a certain level of normality at the end of the summer of 1982. Going back to do my final year of university was a bit of a shock to the system after all that had happened over the last six months but I was keen to finish my studies and achieve the best grade I could. It had been hard leaving Lesley in London but we both knew it had to be this way and in any case it would be for less than a year now.
When I got back to university the first thing I found was that my room in the halls of residence had been double booked. I was assigned another room in a hall for post grad's and visiting lecturers and, all told, this proved to be a blessing. The room was bigger, with its own bathroom and a small kitchen area with a fridge, a sink and a microwave. It also had a payphone which accepted incoming calls. The downside was that I didn't know anybody there.
As the term progressed I developed a daily routine which consisted of getting up and going for a run each morning, attending lectures during the day then going to the gym of an evening. Engineering courses tended to have more intensive lecture schedules than say, something like English, but it still wasn't a full eight hours a day. So I was able to schedule a daily call with Lynne, my assistant at Durolitum. Daniel knew the schedule, so if he or anyone else wanted to talk to me, they knew when they could get me. It seemed to work and the phone in my room turned out to be a real benefit. It also meant that I could speak to Lesley.
I ate at the refectory each day, which was something I'd not been able to afford previously. Since I'd started working for Daniel at Durolitum money was no longer a problem. The refectory served good wholesome food. It also meant that I didn't have to cook.
It is a tradition at British universities that there are no lectures on Wednesday afternoons. This time is supposed to be for competitive sport. For me, it meant more time to train, study, hold calls or just relax and catch up on things. It also turned into an opportunity for sex. Jane King who I'd met on a flight to Munich a couple of weeks before became a regular visitor to my digs on a Wednesday afternoon. Jane, who was locked into a loveless marriage for the sake of her children, could only stay for an hour or so each time. So she would come to my room, strip down to her stockings and suspenders and then we'd fuck. Jane gave the best blow jobs I think I've ever had and often, after I'd fucked her, I'd lie back and let her finish me off in her mouth. Then she would shower and go back to work. I felt a bit guilty using her as little more than someone to cum into but it suited us both and left me free to enjoy the rest of Wednesday afternoon, which usually meant a mid-week drinking session with my buddies.
Lesley, although she'd never met her, very much approved of the arrangement with Jane. She knew how much I needed sex and it made her feel better about sleeping with Daniel and Kate in London. She had originally intended to sleep with them only one night a week but what had started out as a Wednesday night thing soon became Tuesdays and Wednesdays, occasionally Mondays too.
As far as Daniel was concerned it couldn't have worked out better for him. He was a fifty year old man married to a thirty year old wife with model looks. Between them they shared a twenty four year old lover who virtually lived with them on weekdays. Lesley and Kate were best friends, but Daniel and Lesley also shared a genuine affection for each other. Lesley said it was because he and I were so alike and that was why she was attracted to him. Who knows, but whatever the reason it seemed to work.
Daniel spoiled Lesley rotten. In the early days, after Lesley had spent the night with them, she would have to get up each morning and trundle back to the mews apartment to get changed for work. Daniel hated that she had to do this. So, one day, he had a personal shopper from Debenhams, on Oxford street supply a complete wardrobe of work clothes, casual clothes, lingerie, toiletries, cosmetics, etc. for her and installed them in one of the bedrooms of their house. It was small change to a man of Daniel's wealth but the gesture was very much appreciated by Lesley.
Each morning Peters, Daniel's driver, would pick Daniel and Lesley up and drop Lesley off at the hospital before taking Daniel to Durolitum. Daniel also arranged a taxi to bring Lesley back after work. Then Lesley and Kate would go to their running club or fitness classes. Both girls were getting quite toned, but Lesley especially so, as she also religiously did the calisthenics that Carole and Fabien had taught her.
To Lesley, friends were everything and she stayed in contact with all of them. She spoke to Carole and Ruth regularly, kept in touch with both Heike and Katja in Munich and made sure that she didn't lose touch with Sophie and Pierre in Aix and Rachel and Pete in Nottingham. She even kept in touch with Skye who I'd first met when I was working for Ruth and David and who had spent a night with us in Nottingham. Skye was now back at university as well.
Lesley also spent time with Michael and Claire, the judges. Michael had given Lesley away at our wedding and every couple of weeks Lesley would visit them and they would cook together, which was a passion of Michael's. Having lost their own daughter they treated Lesley as family which was something she had missed growing up.
Lesley's greatest friendship however was with Kate. The two were thick as thieves and inseparable. Lesley's slightly cheeky behaviour kept Kate's tendency towards vanity in check. It was hard for Kate though, she was one of the most attractive women I'd met and could silence a room momentarily just by walking into it. Kate knew that her looks weren't enough to shield her from competition however. There were plenty of women who would have liked to get to know Daniel, or at least his money, better. But Kate knew that she could trust Lesley with Daniel and at the same time it meant that she had ready access to a younger fitter man. Me!
On Fridays I would catch the train down to London. Lesley would often meet me at Euston Station and we'd stop for a drink then return to her apartment and fuck. Lesley wasn't relaxed until I'd come inside her and sometimes when she was feeling possessive or insecure or just plain loving we'd have to skip the drink all together.
Daniel and Kate usually went to their house in the Cotswolds on a Thursday night and Daniel worked from his home office there on a Friday. So we usually didn't see them until Sunday night. It meant that we had the weekends to ourselves. We'd spend time doing normal stuff, visiting my parents or Michael and Claire, or going out for a meal. I also tried to do things that I knew Lesley wanted to do. Cultural things like galleries, museums and the performing arts and of course shopping. It was getting colder but we found time to get out on the motorbike too. The great thing about London is that you are bit more protected from the elements in a city.
On Sunday evening we'd eat with Daniel and Kate and often we'd have a foursome with them afterwards. Fucking Kate was always a pleasure and Lesley knew I enjoyed it but she always made sure that afterwards, when we returned to the apartment, she was the last person I fucked before going back to college. Then early on Monday morning I'd get the train back up to university and the weekly cycle would begin again.
Despite the fact that something approaching a routine had formed there were still a few events worth a mention.
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In early October I turned twenty one. I told Lesley that I didn't want a big celebration as we'd only had one a few weeks before for our wedding. It wasn't actually my birthday until the Sunday but on the Saturday we visited my parents and then in the evening we went out for a meal with Daniel and Kate. It was nice to spend time with our best friends but Lesley had made it clear to the two of them beforehand that there would be no sex on the menu that night. Lesley had wanted to make sure that it was her that kept me satisfied me over the weekend so that, when I looked back on this milestone in the future, it wasn't obscured by the experience of cumming in somebody else. She could be odd like that sometimes.
That evening Lesley told me that I could fuck her any way I liked as long as I came in her arse. I took the trouble to lubricate her first then fucked her in a number of positions before finally turning her onto her tummy and slipping into her rectum. The pre lubrication had done the trick and I penetrated Lesley's tight passage with ease then let myself enjoy the last minute or so of thrusting before finishing off inside her. When I got off her, Lesley climbed on top of me and we kissed. I could feel my own cum seeping out of her arse and dripping onto my balls. It felt good.
In the morning, Lesley, Daniel and Kate took me for a "fry up" breakfast just off the Kings Road in Chelsea. Daniel and I tucked into the food with gusto but the girls, especially Kate weren't so keen on the greasy food and neither of them touched the black pudding. Lesley had brought all my birthday cards with her and I opened them in the café. There was one from everyone we knew, clearly Lesley had been phoning around and reminding them. It was a touching gesture.
When we got back it was time to open my presents. We sat in Daniel and Kate's kitchen and I first unwrapped what was a very big box from Daniel and Kate. Inside was a beautiful mahogany humidor containing ten large boxes of Cuban cigars of different shapes and sizes along with a pair of cutters, a lighter and a leather case for two cigars.
