I would start with a warning: Never, Never, NEVER! Allow your partner to have a computer memory stick which is the same as your own, no matter how good that "two for the price of one" offer appears to be! The frustration that you feel when you're a thousand miles from home and realise that you've got your wife's; is as nothing compared to the feeling of horror which descends once you realise that she therefore has yours! This nightmare befell me one Tuesday last November. Half a lifetimes 'secret' diaries and journals were saved and scanned onto that little purple wand and the more I contemplated Jane viewing them, the deeper became my realisation that 'I WAS FUCKED!'
When I returned home the following Friday evening, it was a relief to see Jane's car was there and the house-lights on; I'd seriously considered the possibility that she may have left-me: perhaps she'd never opened them? This optimism proved short-lived; I was greeted by Jane, her mother Moira and 'favourite aunt' Sarah; three of the four Nixon Girls being there could not be a coincidence.
As I tentatively looked around for the fourth it was Jane who spoke "Don't panic Rob, Eve's not with them; I didn't want any blood on our new carpet" I was forced to smile, albeit a weak and uncertain effort; if Eve had been here, blood on the carpet would have been a probability rather than possibility.
I slumped into a chair whilst Moira proffered a large scotch and a reassuring grin; once I'd recovered some degree of composure, the girls updated me on what I'd missed: -
Jane had discovered the 'Robs Journals' folder on Wednesday evening and spent a sleepless night reviewing its content. By the time Jane called her mother, on the Thursday morning, she had got beyond the initial shock of her discovery and reached a stage of being 'fighting mad', though exactly as I'd predicted many years before, not with her mother. Moira then advised Aunt Sarah of the disaster and together they'd immediately driven over to sort things out. I gather that my having strayed had been 'no surprise', what had perhaps shocked and certainly angered Jane, were some of my chosen partners; the lion's share of this rage being directed at her 'Bitch of a Sister' and that 'Whore who calls herself my Aunt'
I gather that on arrival, Sarah had not been received very warmly; but as you will come to appreciate, she's not a lady whom you can stay angry at for long. The issue was apparently settled with Jane offering 'half-an-apology' in response to Sarah conceding that "I've never disputed that I'm a slut; but don't you dare call me cheap! On the few occasions that there's been some financial consideration, I was invariably very bloody expensive: though I still like to think that I provided good value for money." As I said, Sarah's irrepressible.
I'm told that this cessation of hostilities, prefaced 'the mother and father of all girlie sleep-over parties' During which they 'reviewed and dissected' every word in my journals; fuelled by chocolate, Pringles and takeaway pizzas, washed down with brandy and a whole case of very expensive Chablis. By Friday evening, even Eve had been forgiven, though there are obviously facts that the girls now all know and that I clearly don't? During their discussions, Sarah came up with 'this great idea' of publishing the stories and introduced the other two and later me, to the Literotica Site. Moira had pointed out that if Eve should ever read them, she'd probably recognise herself and be none too happy - Believe me, a disgruntled Eve is to be avoided at all costs! However the majority opinion prevailed: - "Eve would never visit a Site like Literotica and if she did, then good; as that would mean the frigid bitch has finally loosened up a bit"
By the time I returned on that Friday, even Moira was in outrageously good humour and laughing about the whole affair. Moira and Sarah stayed over until the Sunday afternoon and despite my being the butt of a million jokes; it was an unbelievable weekend. One that's been added to my Journals already and might one day make it onto Literotica too?
Before commencing proper; the girls insist that I include a short introduction of myself, but as I 'can't be trusted' with this task they've drafted it for me and I shall as promised quote verbatim: - Almost everything about Rob is normal/average, the only exception being his 'Paul Newman Blue' eyes. Personality-wise, he's just lovely; Rob projects this hard, cynical, jack-the-lad image; which he's absolutely appalling at and what he still fails to appreciate, is that if he did actually carry it off; then we along with all the other girls who've fallen for him over the years wouldn't have gone near! The reality is that he's cute; an overgrown schoolboy and at heart; just an old fashioned romantic. Equally important though is the 'rogues smile' which he's had ever since he was a kid and whilst he knows that he's got it he still doesn't comprehend it's effect. We would defy any girl between the ages of nine and ninety not to give a little shiver when he hits you with it full beam.
Sarah, March 1984.
I suppose I first met Sarah in 1978, when my family moved into the Wyre Valley. It was much later that she became Jane's Aunt and Moira's Sister. Back then she was just the mother of my best mate David Weir and his kid brother Alistair; though to be strictly accurate, Sarah's their step-mother; Dave and Al's natural mother having died when they were very young. Sarah had been employed by their father Campbell as a nanny/housekeeper and three years later, they were married.
On the subject of accuracy, Sarah Weir (nee Robinson) is not strictly a 'Nixon Girl' either; but being so heavily involved she can't be ignored! The lady herself is 'free, white and twenty-one' with 'film star' blonde hair which she claims is natural but which I'd note, has not varied by one iota in shade during the 25 years that I've known the lady. Sarah has the same Blue/Green eyes as my wife Jane, though if anything they're perhaps even more voracious; she's 5'5" tall and swears that 'in her prime' her body was 'even hotter than Eve's' it certainly impressed to this callow youth in the mid 1980's. Sarah's weight is 'not for public disclosure' and her breast size has 'never been complained about' I would guess at 34/36B and to be fair, they're still quite remarkably firm. Whilst no one else agrees; my chosen simile is and will always remain; the actress Angie Dickinson, in the "Policewoman" TV Series of the late 1970's. Whilst the girls, threw up innumerable discrepancies, I maintain my opinion; though this is perhaps tainted due to Sarah and Angie being the two foremost fantasy figures of my adolescence? Sarah's personality is manic, effervescent and at times just plain crazy! She's a perfect friend and lover, but I don't know where Campbell's found the energy or tolerance to manage to stay married to her for almost forty years!
By March of 1984, I'd become semi-resident in the Weir household at the weekend, so it wasn't unusual for me to be staying over; what was different was that rather than sleeping off last nights excesses on the settee, I'd bagged David's bed for the night. I don't recall what the party had been for, but by the time we'd got home, David was wasted and fell sound asleep in the lounge; so rather than wake him, I threw a blanket across him and nabbed his bed instead. Hence when Sarah came looking for Dave early next morning, she was no doubt surprised to find me there instead.
Campbell Weir had a dairy farm, so their day started early and this morning was no exception. Once his alarm clock rang, he roused Dave and Al; made a quick coffee for all three whilst the lads surfaced, then together they headed out to face their herd of dairy cows. Whilst I too occasionally helped out; all three agreed that I was worse than useless so early in the morning. I've always maintained that a day only starts after the second coffee and third cigarette; so as usual, they left me undisturbed.
Sarah too was awake and had noticed that David's footsteps hadn't followed Al's along the landing; there'd still been no movement by the time the front door opened and Cam headed out to start the milking. Knowing that either of his two sons failing to turn out in the morning was guaranteed to put Cam in a bad mood for the rest of the day, she got up herself intending to give Dave a second and none too gentle call.
I heard Sarah call out as she marched along the landing and never considered the fact that she was unaware that David had been sleeping downstairs and was now out milking cows with Al and his father; so was in fact heading my way. Seconds later, the door banged open and the bed covers were unceremoniously pulled off me. I was naked, which was the norm and sporting a rigid erection, which first thing in the morning was also not unusual. Sarah gasped with surprise, whilst I kept my eyes firmly shut and pretended that I was still sound asleep; I thought that this would be less embarrassing for both of us.
I'd expected the covers to be carefully drawn back over me, or that at the very least Sarah would quietly withdraw from the room; but there was no further movement or even a sound beyond the two of us breathing. This persisted for five and then ten seconds; I risked easing my eyelids open a fraction and peering out beneath them. Sarah was standing over me, looking as sexy as I'd ever seen her in a very short, black lace nightgown and was quite openly staring directly downwards at my erect prick. Still I didn't stir, perhaps another twenty seconds passed; the suspense was killing me. I'd re-closed my eyes, so I sensed rather than saw Sarah begin to move, before feeling her fingers brush delicately across the tip of my cock, then a second later gently stroke along the length of its shaft. Sarah had always been a feisty woman and invariably projected a very racy image; albeit not quite so raunchy as I had often conjured for her during my adolescent fantasies; but this was reality and so beyond even my expectations.
Feeling no further contact, I pretended to wake up; ensuring that this was a very obvious and protracted process; giving Sarah ample opportunity to discreetly withdraw. I was further amazed by the realisation that she wasn't going to take it. When I could drag my awakening out for no longer I opened my eyes and immediately expressed shock and surprise at Sarah's presence. The smirk she was wearing grew even larger "Don't lie, I saw your eyes moving; you've been awake the whole time"
