Memoirs of a Swinger Ep. 49

This is the forty-ninth episode of my unreliable memoirs, recounting memories from the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.

It is the end of August 1985 and things have taken a dramatic turn in Steven and Lesley's lives, although they don't fully realise the implications yet.

I hope you enjoy it.

M4bloke

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Chapter 1

Like all of Colin MacGregor's communication, the telex was short and to the point.

>>> START OF MESSAGE

>>> DANIEL DAVIDSON TAKEN ILL IN JAMAICA

>>> HEART ATTACK

>>> REQUEST YOU BOTH COME TO KINGSTON ASAP

>>> PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE RECEIPT

>>> COLIN MACGREGOR

>>> END OF MESSAGE

It was three o'clock on Tuesday morning when I read the message. Lesley and I had just got back to our hotel room in Florence, having been at a memorable party that evening.

The news was unbelievable. Daniel seemed such an unlikely candidate for a heart attack. He wasn't even fifty yet, and fit and healthy for a man of his age. Ok, he drank a bit and smoked the odd cigar, but not to excess. And, while being CEO of a venture capital company was certainly stressful, Daniel appeared to thrive on it.

"What is it?" Lesley asked noticing my expression.

"Daniel's had a heart attack, in Jamaica," I told her. "I think he's ok though."

Lesley's face went pale. I held her in my arms as the news sunk in. I thought she might turn all girly on me, but she was nothing of the sort, just focussed.

"We need to go to Jamaica," she told me. "I can't leave Kate on her own. She'll be beside herself."

I called the Blackfinch concierge service and ten minutes later Colin MacGregor called me back. He explained that Daniel had suffered a heart attack while playing tennis. Fortunately one of the guests at the hotel had been an American surgeon and his quick action had almost certainly saved Daniel's life. Daniel had been rushed to the hospital in Kingston where they'd operated to remove a blockage.

"What's the prognosis?" I asked.

"The longer he goes without suffering another heart attack, the better the odds get," Colin said, not really answering the question. "If he gets through the next few days then he's going to need further surgery though."

"Understood. Can you help us get to Jamaica?" I asked.

"When will you be ready to leave Florence?"

"In about an hour but we've got a motorbike here," I explained.

"Don't worry about that," Colin reassured me. "Leave your keys at reception and I'll arrange transport. There'll be a car waiting to take you to Milan Airport in an hour's time. Somebody will meet you at 'Departures' with your tickets."

"Thank you," I said, grateful for the help.

"Good luck, Steven. Let me know when you arrive."

"Oh. Has anybody told Carole?" I asked. "She needs to know."

"I'm going to call her in the morning."

Chapter 2

The taxi took three hours to drive the two hundred or so miles to Milan airport. On arrival we were met by a Blackfinch courier who handed us two first class tickets to Kingston via Atlanta. We'd just about made the 0945 flight which meant that, if all went well, we could avoid an overnight layover between legs.

We'd decided to take just hand luggage in order to make checking in as quick as possible. But it meant that we had no clothes other than the ones were standing in. We had a few minutes in the departure lounge before the flight was called and tried to buy some travel essentials, as well as magazines and books to read on the flight.

Once boarded, there was nothing to be done for the next eleven hours other than try to prepare ourselves for what was to come. Lesley looked tired, but when the cabin crew came round with champagne she readily accepted a glass.

"Whatever we do on this flight won't change anything," she pointed out, "so we may as well enjoy it."

"You're right," I agreed. "I could do with getting some sleep though."

"We did over indulge a bit last night," Lesley giggled, referring to the party at Aldo and Gina's.

First class in the 80's wasn't quite as good as it is now. You didn't get your own private 'pod' or anything like that, but the seats were nice and wide and the service was excellent. There was even a bar on the upper deck if you wanted get up and have a drink. Lesley and I tried to get some sleep but, being a daytime flight, it wasn't so easy. We covered ourselves in blankets then Lesley snuggled into me and for the last couple of hours of the flight we both managed to get some rest.

We arrived in Atlanta half an hour early, giving us time to do some shopping in the lounge. The weather in Jamaica was going to be hot and so Lesley bought a couple of cheap summer dresses while I bought some short-sleeved shirts and a pair of Bermuda style shorts. There was nowhere to buy fresh underwear though which was a shame. I went to the newsagents and bought some pens and a writing pad to make notes while, ever the practical one, Lesley bought some sun tan lotion to replace the stuff she'd left in Florence, along with some insect repellent and one of those things you plug in at night to keep the mosquitos away. Then we were back on a plane for the last three hours of our journey.

Just before we were about to land in Kingston, one of the cabin crew came up to us.

"Mr and Mrs Carter?" she checked before continuing.

"Yes."

"Please can you remain in your seats when the other passengers disembark. Separate arrangements have been made for you."

We remained seated as everyone else left the plane. It felt like we were in detention but then someone from the ground crew called us and we made our way to the exit where a car was waiting. It took us to a private immigration control desk where our passports were stamped then we were led out to a waiting car.

The journey to the hotel took less than half an hour and Kate was there waiting for us in reception. She burst into tears the moment she saw us and Lesley gave her a big hug.

"Let's go upstairs," Lesley told Kate then, looking at me, she said, "Can you check us in?"

"Sure," I told them.

"You've got the adjoining room," Kate told us through her sniffles.

I completed the check-in formalities then made my way up to the room, much to the disappointment of the bellboy who saw I had no luggage.

When I knocked on the partition door between the rooms, Lesley opened it. The door opened out onto a lounge area and it reminded me of the suite we shared with Daniel and Kate each year in Annecy. Kate got up and we hugged.

"How is Daniel?" I asked.

"He's doing well," she confirmed. "If he continues making progress then they're going to move him to Miami in a few days. Then they'll operate again on him there."

"And how are you?" I asked.

"I'm better for seeing you both," Kate said.

Lesley joined us in a three-way hug.

"Well, we're here now so you're not alone anymore," she told her friend. "Now when was the last time you ate a proper meal?"

"I'm not sure," Kate admitted.

"I thought so. Come on, we're going straight down to the restaurant to feed you."

"But I look a mess."

Kate did look a mess, it was true.

"It's food, not a fashion show," Lesley joked, "besides, whatever you look like, you're always going to be more beautiful than anyone else in the room."

Kate allowed herself to be ordered about by Lesley and the three of us went down to the hotel restaurant. I'd eaten on the plane and so had Lesley but we ate so that Kate would too. Over dinner Kate filled us in on what had happened. It sounded like Daniel had been very lucky that the American surgeon had been nearby, otherwise the outcome might have been very different.

We managed to get a couple of glasses of wine into Kate and it had the desired effect. A combination of alcohol and the relief at no longer having to face the ordeal alone meant that she was asleep almost before she got back to her room. I left her and Lesley alone while Lesley undressed Kate and sat in the lounge with a bottle of water to stave off dehydration.

"Would you mind if I stayed with Kate tonight," Lesley asked when she came back into the room. "I don't want her to wake up alone."

"I think that's good idea," I said.

"You could join us if you wanted," she suggested.

I considered the offer, but it didn't quite seem right.

Chapter 3

I slept well and it was only when Kate came into my room around eight on Wednesday morning, that I woke up. She slipped into the bed beside me and cuddled up.

"Morning gorgeous," I said putting my arm round her. "How are you feeling?"

"Better for a good night's sleep," she said giving me a squeeze.

"Good.

"Thank you for coming," she added.

"We came as quickly as we could," I told her. "So what's the plan for today?"

"Lesley and I are going to see Daniel after breakfast."

"Do you want me to come too," I asked, a bit surprised at being left out.

"Daniel wants to talk to you alone, Steven."

"Oh. Right."

"Lesley's in the shower right now. We thought we'd have breakfast, then head to the hospital. They allow visitors after ten. Why don't you give us an hour then come to the hospital for eleven."

"Ok. I might pop out and buy some underpants then."

Kate giggled then hugged me tightly. I felt her breasts pressing against me and couldn't help getting aroused. Normally I'd have given her a bit of a grope and waited to see how she reacted but it didn't feel right, not with her husband in hospital.

After breakfast the girls headed off and I went looking for underpants. Compared to the beauty of Florence, Kingston looked pretty run down. It looked a bit like some UK provincial towns, only it was hotter. I got the impression that the beach resorts and hotels were great but the rest of the infrastructure was a bit lacking. I did manage to find a small department store though and bought some underpants, socks and swimming trunks for myself as well as some plain briefs and a swimming costume for Lesley.

Then I made my way to the hospital which, like the rest of the capital, also looked a bit run down. A nurse showed me to Daniel's room and when I walked in, I sensed there was a bit of tension in the air.

"You tell Daniel, I'm not going back to England until he's better," Lesley told me, her frustration evident.

"Why don't you give us some time to talk," I suggested, lacking any context to the reason for Lesley's outburst. "I'll meet you back at the hotel."

"I suppose," Lesley conceded.

"Here I bought you some knickers," I said handing over the shopping.

"Thank you," she said giggling reluctantly.

I wasn't sure what the correct greeting for a man in a hospital bed was. If Daniel had been standing I'd have given him a man hug, but lying there with wires and a drip attached to him it didn't seem appropriate, so I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze instead.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I feel like I've been hit by a bus," he laughed.

"It sounds like you had a close call."

"I know," he admitted.

I could see in Daniel's eyes that he meant it.

"But you're out of the woods?"

"For now. They're going to move me to Miami in a couple of days, where I'm going to have a quadruple bypass. The facilities are better there."

"From what I've seen so far I think I'd agree."

"I'm looking at a long period of recovery, Steven. It'll probably be a couple of months before I'm back in the UK and they say it'll be at least six months before I'm fully recovered."

"Well you can count on us to do whatever's needed."

"Thank you." Daniel stopped for a moment then stunned me with, "I need you to take over as CEO of Durolitum."

"What about Charles Pemberton?" I asked.

Charles had been Daniel's right hand man for years and headed the Major Investments side of the company.

"Charles is a good friend and, if I asked him, I'm sure he'd step up. But he's older than me and he's not the future of the company, Steven, you are."

"If you want me to do it, I will."

"Thank you," Daniel told me. "Last year, I put Charles in charge Major Investments and you in charge of New Technologies to give me some flexibility, so the role is more of a figurehead now. But when word gets out that I've had a heart attack the vultures will start circling."

I knew Daniel had a point. Investors didn't like uncertainty and there were other banks and venture capital funds eager to step in.

"I'm also making Lesley, CEO of Durolitum Publishing as well as head of the Durolitum Foundation," Daniel added. "Robert Driscoll is flying in tomorrow. There's some papers that need signing, then I need you both to fly back with him."

Robert Driscoll was the company secretary and would need to be involved in the official reporting of any role changes. I couldn't help thinking that CEO of a publishing company was probably Lesley's dream job, but I could now see why she'd told me she was wasn't going back to England.

"I can do that," I told Daniel. "But you can't expect Lesley to come back with me."

"I'll be fine," Daniel reassured me.

"And Kate. What about her?" I asked. "She puts on a brave face when she visits you but she can't do this by herself, alone in a foreign country. She was a wreck last night when we met her."

Daniel considered this.

"Look, Daniel," I told him straight. "It doesn't matter what you want her to do. Lesley won't leave Kate like this, or you for that matter. And, frankly, I'm not about to tell her otherwise. Let her stay, at least until you've had the operation in Miami. She'll be useful to you. I can report to her and she can communicate with you."

"I guess nothing happens quickly in the world of publishing," Daniel laughed.

"Three weeks," I told him. "Then, if everything goes to plan then she can come home."

Chapter 4

Lesley, Kate and I spent the afternoon with Daniel in his hospital room. Despite trying to keep him off the subject, Daniel had a thousand and one things he wanted to say about work. We all knew how important it was to him. Durolitum was his life's achievement.

Lesley seemed happy with the compromise we'd reached over staying with Kate. I knew she would be excited about becoming caretaker CEO for Durolitum Publishing but honouring friendships was far more important to her.

When visiting hours were over, we came back to the hotel and first I called Carole then Colin MacGregor to update them. Carole was all for immediately coming to London to support me, but she had a house full of guests for her end of summer party and so I persuaded her to stay in Aix, at least for the weekend.

That evening. Lesley, Kate and I took a taxi to one of the resort hotels and ate there. The hotel we were staying at, while close to the hospital, was more of a business hotel, whereas the one we were eating at definitely had more of a holiday feel to it.

At first the mood was a bit sombre; Daniel was in hospital and Lesley and I were about to be separated for three weeks, but then Lesley had an idea.

"Let's push the boat out this evening," she suggested. "What do you say?"

"I'm not sure," Kate replied. You could see she felt guilty about enjoying herself.

"It'll be the last chance we have for a while," I told her.

"Ok then," she laughed.

We ordered a bottle of champagne and then another and, as the meal progressed, Kate began to loosen up. Afterwards, the hotel had laid on some entertainment for its guests in the form of a steel band and some dancers. When they invited the guests to join them on the floor Lesley managed to get Kate up to dance and I watched the two of them having fun on the dancefloor.

It was around ten o'clock when we caught a taxi back to our hotel. The evening had been a success. We got undressed and the three of us climbed into the same bed.

"Would you like to fuck Steven?" Lesley asked Kate.

"I thought you'd want to," Kate replied. "Seeing as he's leaving tomorrow."

"He can fuck me tomorrow morning. Before we go to the hospital."

"In that case, yes, I would."

The girls discussed me as if I wasn't in the room, or at least, didn't have a say in the outcome. Not that I minded of course.

Kate lay between us and Lesley and I began by kissing her body. She sighed with pleasure and we could feel her relaxing. She had such a perfect body that I couldn't help kissing her breasts before moving up and swapping tongues with her, while Lesley's head disappeared between Kate's legs and began to toy with her clitoris.

It had never taken much to get Kate off but it seemed that the release of the tension she'd been carrying only hastened the process. In no time at all Kate was lifting her hips off the bed, responding to Lesley's stimulation as her orgasm swept over her.

When Lesley lifted her head off Kate's pussy I knew it was my turn. I took my place on top of Kate then gently eased myself in to her. Kate had always had a tight little pussy but Lesley had made sure she was nice and lubricated for me. I sunk my cock all the way in then, resting on my elbows, resumed kissing Kate as I gently fucked her. I could feel Lesley's hand on my back and knew that she was stroking both of us. When I lifted my head up, Lesley moved in to kiss Kate leaving me to focus on the fucking.

For the second time that evening it didn't take much to get Kate to orgasm. I kept pumping her for as long as I thought it was 'pleasurable' rather than 'challenging' for her, then I felt Lesley's hand on my balls and her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock. It was her way of bringing things to a conclusion and within a couple of minutes I'd cum inside Kate who, having orgasmed, was asleep within five minutes.

Chapter 5

Sex with Lesley in the morning was far more aggressive. It was as if she wanted to give me something to remember her by. The scratches from where she'd dragged her fingernails down my back and the bitemarks on my shoulder were certainly going to be there for a while.

Afterwards, we lay there, cuddling up to one another.

"I don't like being apart from you," Lesley told me.

"Me neither," I said. "But we'll speak every day."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"You know you don't have to be a monk while we're apart," Lesley told me.

"I'm not sure I'm going to have time for anything else to be honest," I answered. "You don't have to be a nun either. But promise me you'll be careful."

"I've got Kate if I get horny, that'll be enough," she laughed.

"I heard that," Kate shouted from the lounge area of our suite.

"Some privacy please," Lesley responded.

"It's a bit late for that," Kate shouted back.

"We'd better get up," I suggested. "We don't want to keep Robert Driscoll waiting..."

Robert Driscoll was a pleasant man in his early fifties. He was a lawyer by profession and one of Daniel's employees who'd been with Durolitum since the start. At Daniel's request, Robert had flown by private jet from London to Kingston then taken a taxi from the airport straight to the hospital. Literally, while the plane was refuelling, he and a local notary witnessed Daniel, myself and Lesley sign our respective documents then Robert was ready to get back on the plane and fly home. Only this time Robert would have me for company. I said my goodbyes to Daniel and then to Kate then finally had five minutes alone with Lesley.

"Be careful," I told her.

"I will," she replied. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

Compared to the Boeing 747 we'd flown to Atlanta on, the Gulfstream looked like a toy. That said, with only two passengers and three crew on board, there was more than enough space. We took off just after midday and soon the one cabin attendant was serving us a hot meal. She offered us a glass of champagne too and Robert quickly accepted, but to be honest I'd had so much to drink over the past few weeks that I felt like perhaps it was time to say no for a change.