The Cellar Part 2
After George had left, Henrietta and I sat down to eat! The food was brilliant and we each had little tasters of what the other had ordered. After we had finished we had coffee and then while Henrietta washed up, I dried and we sat and watched a bit of TV. I was carefully keeping track of the time and when there was a knock on the door, Henrietta looked up really worried.
"It's OK." I told him. "I will scare them off."
"Oh thanks Janice." I knew who it was, well I was hoping I knew who it was and was very relieved to see that it was George. After we kissed, I held my finger to my lips and he followed me into the living room so that he was out of sight of Henrietta.
"Who was it?" She asked and I stepped out of the way so that he could see.
"Oh My God!" His startled face was a real picture. "George?"
"Oh Mr John!" George said. " You look fabulous!"
"Sit down George. And sit next to Henrietta."
"Henrietta. That is a pretty name." I chuckled inwardly. I thought it was a rather clunky old fashioned name but they both obviously fancied each other and had for ages. Henrietta was unsure of what to do but George had sat close to him, thighs pressed against his. I sat down as well and sat close to George.
"That meal was delicious, George. One of the best I have ever tasted."
"Thank you." I suddenly realise that I haven't introduced myself. "I am Janice." I tell him. He looks at me and suddenly we are kissing again. Henrietta is watching us. I tell George to kiss Henrietta. They fall on each other. George is wearing T shirt and jeans and there is a distinct bulge in the front of his skinny jeans. I run my hand up his thigh and have a quick feel of the bulge and then up across his belly and feel his nipples through the cotton of his T shirt. I start to free his T Shirt from his jeans and he raises his arms so that I can pull it off over his head. He goes back to kissing Henrietta again and I start to undo the top of his jeans. I am having difficulty and he does it with one hand. I kneel on the floor in front of him and pull off his trainers and then ease his jeans down. George is very slim. His Y fronts look far to big for him but Henrietta's hand is rubbing the growing bulge.
George's hand is up under Henrietta's skirt and Henrietta's breath is coming in ragged bursts. When Henrietta moves her hand out of the way, I free George's cock. It is quite a nice size. I lick the glans and up and down the shaft before taking it into my mouth and sucking deeply. I glance up and find Henrietta watching me closely. I raise one eyebrow and wink at her and the next moment she is on the floor beside me.
"I can't tell you how many times I have thought about doing this." She laughs.
"Me too, Henrietta." George says. "From the first time I delivered to you I wanted you to do this. Your wife was always watching us."
"It's OK." I told him. "I will scare them off."
"Oh thanks Janice." I knew who it was, well I was hoping I knew who it was and was very relieved to see that it was George. After we kissed, I held my finger to my lips and he followed me into the living room so that he was out of sight of Henrietta.
"Who was it?" She asked and I stepped out of the way so that he could see.
"Oh My God!" His startled face was a real picture. "George?"
"Oh Mr John!" George said. " You look fabulous!"
"Sit down George. And sit next to Henrietta."
"Henrietta. That is a pretty name." I chuckled inwardly. I thought it was a rather clunky old fashioned name but they both obviously fancied each other and had for ages. Henrietta was unsure of what to do but George had sat close to him, thighs pressed against his. I sat down as well and sat close to George.
"That meal was delicious, George. One of the best I have ever tasted."
"Thank you." I suddenly realise that I haven't introduced myself. "I am Janice." I tell him. He looks at me and suddenly we are kissing again. Henrietta is watching us. I tell George to kiss Henrietta. They fall on each other. George is wearing T shirt and jeans and there is a distinct bulge in the front of his skinny jeans. I run my hand up his thigh and have a quick feel of the bulge and then up across his belly and feel his nipples through the cotton of his T shirt. I start to free his T Shirt from his jeans and he raises his arms so that I can pull it off over his head. He goes back to kissing Henrietta again and I start to undo the top of his jeans. I am having difficulty and he does it with one hand. I kneel on the floor in front of him and pull off his trainers and then ease his jeans down. George is very slim. His Y fronts look far to big for him but Henrietta's hand is rubbing the growing bulge.
George's hand is up under Henrietta's skirt and Henrietta's breath is coming in ragged bursts. When Henrietta moves her hand out of the way, I free George's cock. It is quite a nice size. I lick the glans and up and down the shaft before taking it into my mouth and sucking deeply. I glance up and find Henrietta watching me closely. I raise one eyebrow and wink at her and the next moment she is on the floor beside me.
"I can't tell you how many times I have thought about doing this." She laughs.
"Me too, Henrietta." George says. "From the first time I delivered to you I wanted you to do this. Your wife was always watching us."
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