After arriving home from the meal at Yvonne's parents I opened a can of lager and poured Yvonne a glass of wine. We put on some background music, a Bread LP, if my memory serves me correctly, then we stretched out on our sofa.
Yvonne was lying back into my chest, my arm was resting on her midriff and her hand was gently stroking my forearm. She looked up at me and asked, "Did you hear what my dad said when I said it was good to see mum looking so happy?"
"Actually no I didn't, he had a mouthful of food at the time, a bit rude really."
"To me it sounded like, 'about bloody time', or something like that, but I didn't want to ask him to repeat it in case it started an argument."
"Yeah, it probably would have."
"As time goes on he treats her worse, you don't always see it. He's better behaved when you're there. Sometimes he's not nice. You seem to be getting on better with her though?"
"You've noticed? Yes, I think it's since the holiday, she's eternally grateful that I wheeled her here, there and everywhere!"
We put our drinks down and kissed, one of my hands going under the waistband of her skirt and into her knickers, the other going under her bra. In no time we were naked in the 69 position on the sofa, with Yvonne on top.
Yvonne's vulva was always ultra responsive to stimulation. I could almost see it enlarging and unfurling as it became engorged with blood. Her clit became super prominent, looking like a tiny penis and her vaginal secretions flowed freely.
I was lapping her nectar up as she expertly sucked and deep throated my cock. I inserted my middle finger into her tunnel so I could stimulate her g-spot, she loved that. With Yvonne it wasn't hard to find, when she was aroused it was very noticeable to the touch, a ridged bump on her vaginal wall. About the size of the tip of my little finger.
When I got it right it was pretty much instant orgasm for her. Also, especially when taking her from behind, if the angle was right, I could feel it rubbing my glans, then, if I did short, shallow strokes at that position it often gave both of us mind-blowing orgasms.
Sure enough I found it and stimulated it with my fingertip. I was rewarded with her thighs clamping tight around my head, followed by a deluge of her juice as her orgasm hit. I soon followed. She took all my cum, straight down her throat.
The g-spot stimulation had worked again. One thing she once told me was, if she wasn't fully aroused then that area was uncomfortable if stimulated, almost painful. It made her want to pee.
And with that thought, a light bulb switched on in my head.
The next day was an early start as I was doing a week of earlies. When my manager arrived he gave me a letter to say that my shift swap had been approved. That meant I'd be doing earlies the following week as well, Phillip would be doing lates the following week.
Even if I was on earlies and Phillip on lates, I still had opportunity to see Viv. After work I'd arrive at her house for around 2:30pm. Phillip having left for work an hour earlier and Yvonne arrived home from work about 5:30pm at the earliest. There was time to spend a couple of hours with Viv.
When I was on lates it gave us much more time, Phillip having left home around 5:30am and Yvonne 7:30am. I was easily able to get to Viv before 8am and didn't have to leave before 1:30pm. Five and a half hours on our own, I couldn't wait!
But that particular evening I went round to theirs anyway, to see Phillip to help him set up for cutting those gears. Yvonne didn't want to come with me, she was going to watch a soap, then have a bath and an early night.
After setting up the machine. I watched Phillip take a few cuts, he soon got the hang of it. He thanked me and said he was going to call it a day as he, like me, would be up early the next day.
Viv was watching TV in her chair, he said goodnight to us both and Viv asked me if I'd put the kettle on for some coffee. I went in the kitchen and heard the stairs creaking as Phillip went up them.
I made the drinks and took them through. Viv had turned off the TV and was now on the sofa, I sat next to her.
"How long have we got?" she asked.
"Yvonne will be in bed by now so I don't have to rush back."
"Oh good. He'll be down for the night, once he nods off, but we'll hear him if he does start coming down."
"Yes, useful those, those stairs, don't ever get them fixed! Listen, there's something I want to ask you."
"What?"
"Can you feel your g-spot when you're aroused?"
"I've heard of it, but I've no idea what it is exactly, nor where it is."
"It's on the vaginal wall, at the front, an inch or so inside. It's full of nerve endings and I think it shares nerves with the clitoris. The exact spot differs from woman to woman and there's nothing physical to feel there with many women.
However, some women's are quite prominent, Yvonne's is. When she's aroused it feels like a ridged bump about this big, (I showed her the pad of my little fingertip.) She might have inherited that from you, so yours could be similar?"
"I.., er.., I don't know, why?"
"I was thinking about when you said you could feel a bony obstruction after your hysterectomy. Perhaps that's what it was? After your surgery, which, was quite major, when things settled down it might have become more pronounced than it once was?"
"Possibly..."
"Thing is, it can feel uncomfortable to touch if not aroused, even painful."
"Perhaps you're right, how would I know?"
"I could feel you..., to check and compare with how Yvonne's feels?"
(Now, I wasn't saying this just to get my hand in her knickers. That was part of the plan, obviously, but we were never going to make love properly if she thought she had some painful, obstructive deformity.)
"Oh, I don't know."
"Don't know what?"
