After leaving Viv's house I pulled off the road and parked up. I wanted to try and rationalise what was happening.
Kissing each other the way that we were meant that both of us were probably wanting to take this further, whatever 'this' was. Or it might have been that Viv was happy with a heightened frisson between us and nothing more.
We both loved Yvonne and would not want to hurt her, so whatever happened there could be no way she could know about it or, it would have to take place with her consent and approval. (I couldn't even imagine that turn of events, but I was just rationalising.)
There was obviously some dissonance between Viv's religion and how we were behaving. I felt I needed to explore that further. Her religion was one of the evangelical sects of mainstream Christianity, with elders in control, rather than clergymen. It all seemed a bit controlling and coercive to me.
What was wrong with Phillip? Yvonne by then was 20 So, either he'd been celibate and pleasuring himself for the previous 20 years or he'd found another release?
I also wanted to try to help Viv with her hypochondria. However, I didn't know where to start with that one.
I finally concluded that I would go with the flow and even try to direct the flow if needs be. Provided Yvonne did not get hurt.
Even if all that happened in the end was that Viv came to realise that she doesn't have to pretend to be ill, in order to garner attention. That if her religion wasn't making her happy she should disassociate herself from it. Finally, if it were possible to salvage some sort of intimate relationship with Phillip she should do that.
All very noble...but I still wanted to fuck her every way imaginable.
To that end I needed to be able to spend time with her and going to see her on a Saturday would raise suspicions. I worked a double day shift for a world famous bicycle manufacturer in Nottingham. Phillip worked a similar shift system as a bus driver. The only difference being he worked Saturdays whereas I didn't.
After Yvonne and I were married, I put in a request for a permanent change of shift, so that Phillip's shift pattern and mine were in sync. (In case we had anything arranged on a mid-week evening that we all wanted to do together.)
I now needed to be able to see Viv during the week. So the next day at work I put in a request for my shift pattern to be altered. Then when Phillip was on mornings (and Yvonne was at work) I would be free until 1:30pm (when I needed to set off for work) and so I'd be able to spend the whole morning with Viv.
My manager said to leave it with him. (One of my counterpart colleagues on the other shift would have to be willing to swap.) I told Yvonne that work might have to alter my shift until further notice.
After the memorable kiss with Viv I didn't see her again until the following week. On the Saturday she phoned us and Yvonne answered the phone.
After ending the call she said, "Mum's invited us for a Sunday meal tomorrow, I said yes as it saves us cooking doesn't it?"
"Yes that's fine."
"You didn't have anything else planned did you?"
"No, what time does she want us there?"
"Three o'clock she said. She'll have a busy day as she has church in the morning and that can drag on a bit. I wonder if they've got an announcement to make?"
"What? Like their sex life is back on track because after all these years they've found out you can do it up the bum?"
Yvonne laughed at first, then went all serious and said, "Why would they want to do anal, when they don't even do vaginal?"
Oops, me and my big mouth! Yvonne obviously didn't know the details of why Viv didn't want vaginal penetration. Even if she did know she'd have wondered how I knew.
"I'm just assuming from what your dad said about problems starting after you were born that perhaps there was some sort of vaginal trauma? Anyway, ignore me, just trying to be funny, NOT."
"Yeah, well don't say that to them after you've had a few drinks will you?"
Phew, I got away with that, just. I made a note to self, be more careful if you're going ahead with this. Or was I over thinking that exchange?
So, we arrived at the in-laws house at three o'clock sharp. Phillip wanted to quickly show me his progress on his model of The Sir Nigel Gresley steam engine. To get to his workshop we had to go through the kitchen and out of the back door, he was on his way through the garden to unlock his workshop.
Yvonne had gone upstairs to the loo. Viv was slaving over a hot stove with her usual tweed skirt ensemble, but the knee bandages were gone! I went behind her and put my arms around her, just under her bosom. I nuzzled into her neck and whispered, "Hello you."
She put down the spoon she was stirring and looked to see where Phillip was. Then she turned round and put her arms around my neck and said, "Hello David."
Then she kissed me, like before, but this time with more urgency. It was wonderful. Then she said, "Go on, Phillip will be waiting for you, I'll call you both when it's time to sit down."
I went to the garage come workshop. Phillip showed me where he was up to. I must admit what he had achieved was impressive. He was at the stage where he needed to cut some miniature helical gears but was unsure of the next step.
"Have you still got that copy of Machinery's Handbook I let you have? All the info you need will be in there."
"Yes, top shelf in that cupboard."
Despite being 6' 4" I still needed to stand on a stool. Sliding the door back I could see the handbook, it was unmistakable as it was much thicker even than a Bible. Before I could reach it I had to move some other stuff out of the way. One of which was a sex contact magazine!
In the days before the Internet these were the means for couples looking for threesomes, foursomes, cuckolds, lonely wives etc. to find like minded individuals. You filled in a form, sent it off with a postal order/cheque and your contact details. The magazine would put you both in touch.
So this was his release! He might have just got off from wanking at the explicit photos but either way, I didn't let him know I'd seen it. I just picked up the handbook I was after.
Then we heard Viv calling us.
The roast dinner was delicious and Viv was duly complimented. She was sat opposite me and looked radiant, she smiled much more than usual. Yvonne commented that it was good to see her looking so happy. Phillip mumbled something with his mouth full.
