Chapter Twenty

 

Roger’s parents, John and Jenny, never asked Roger what he was up to, trusting him completely, which was unusual in a parent/child relationship. It came from their diplomatic background, giving responsibility when needed, delegating properly so there was a natural progression of responsibility. If the person was ready to be treated in this way, then it was given, so it was no surprise to Roger that he would be treated any differently. All his life his parents had given him different areas in his life that only he was answerable to, which had suited him very well, so it made a change just to be one of the people in the background as far as the band was concerned. However, John and Jenny might be lax outwardly, but they were no fools, and had already discussed the band with their only son, coming to the same conclusion. Something was going on, so it needed to be kept an eye on. John and Jenny were competent musicians, it was something that ran in the family, as both their parents had been happy playing something, from violin to brass, never percussion though. John’s parents were both dead, however Jenny’s parents lived in the same town, both active with good pensions, so happy to lead independent lives. John and Jenny knew that their time as bed and breakfast proprietors was limited. They had good pensions, no mortgage on the business, no debts, and an excellent lifestyle. John was a past president of the hotels association, still a member of various business federations including the chamber of commerce, so the couple were well respected members of their community. They also had a very active sex life, which might come as a surprise to the younger generation who think that the urge dries up because they have got just a little bit older. Jenny was especially keen on sex, thinking of different ways to keep their lives sufficiently spiced and entertaining. They both had a keen sense of humour, laughing a lot, so it was no surprise that they were the envy of others in their community.

Their days were full of routine, as well as doing things together socially. It would start before seven, when John would get up first, shower, shave, start the breakfasts, while Jenny took more time preparing herself. The breakfast duties were shared between them, Jenny usually cooking and John serving. Janice the cleaner sometimes came in early to take on one or both of these roles if there weren’t too many guests in and they fancied a mini break away, otherwise it was just the two of them in the mornings. Roger had been known to assist, but they tried to avoid his participation due to his studies. The weekend that Roger was in Ostend had been a particularly busy one for them, because Janice was away on holiday, leaving everything to be done by the owners. They had been full, but Sunday nights were a strange business area for them, because it was very rare for that night to be full, even during the height of the season. That night they had three rooms booking in during Sunday afternoon, with all six rooms requiring everything serviced as the guests had checked out. This was the most intensive period possible, because after breakfasts, saying goodbye, followed by changing and cleaning all rooms, they knew that it would be a late lunch and not much opportunity of sitting on the seafront, enjoying the sun.

As soon as the guests started departing, John was up the stairs to the room, taking the bedding off, replacing with clean. It wasn’t long before there was a big pile in the laundry area downstairs, and John  was glad that the weather was warm so he could wear as little clothing as possible, just a singlet, sandals without socks, and shorts. When he had to service the rooms he wore as little as possible, not even underwear, comfort being the main priority, and Jenny had a look in her eye that meant that he was in for a pleasant surprise. While John changed the beds, Jenny saw the departing guests out. By half ten, the house was empty, so she climbed the stairs, knowing that they had the house to themselves. She could hear John cleaning the large shower in room six at the top of the house, so she climbed the stairs ever so quietly, stripping off completely so when she entered the room she was stark naked.

Jenny was a good looking woman, and could easily pass for someone ten years younger than her early fifties. She had a trim figure, a good bust, a few lines round her tummy but certainly less than she had anticipated, attractive smiling blue eyes, and short blonde hair. She had been faithful to her husband throughout their marriage, even though some temptations and opportunities had been presented. All resisted. She thought that John had also resisted, but never asked. She was an intelligent woman, not wanting to put him on the spot in case he had to lie to her. Why put unnecessary strain when none was warranted. The reality was that neither had ever strayed.

John was whistling while he worked, and looked up when he saw the main door open. He immediately grinned when he saw his lovely wife standing there, completely naked, with only one thought on her mind. Sex with the man she loved.

‘I feel all hot and sweaty after cooking those breakfasts. Think I need to take a shower,’ said Jenny.

‘Yes, I’m all sweaty as well, after making all those beds. Think I need a shower as well.’ He quickly stripped off, took her right hand, and led her back to the bathroom, with its huge walk-in shower. He stopped her from entering the shower, turning on the water first, running it through his other hand until it was sufficiently warm, then leading Jenny into the shower. Lots of room, they didn’t even touch the sides with their bare bodies, as he lathered the luxury Villeroy & Boche soap over her very willing body. He concentrated on her breasts, not that they were particularly dirty, he just enjoyed the sensation of running his hands over his wife’s more than willing body. As he did this, he leaned down from his six inches height advantage to kiss Jenny, long and slow, with his tongue entering her very, yes, very, willing mouth. He explored her fully, kissing, sucking gently, drinking all the saliva he could, enjoying her moaning, all the while she was willing his tongue to explore more. The water was cascading down between their two entwined bodies, his hairy chest not stopping or impeding the flow. Soon the soap was finished, all washed away in the tray in the bottom, and he was running his hands over her breasts with just the water assisting. Jenny leaned over and took some of the liquid soap, running it between her hands before she started soaping his more than willing prick, that had been erect for quite some time. Round and round his shaft went her two petite hands, needing both hands because it was getting so big. She was glad that his prick was almost the same size it had been when they first married, as she knew that some men’s did decrease in size with age. He could also maintain an erection for a long time, which really pleased Jenny, because she had in mind something that would require his stamina. His grin of anticipation matched hers of lasciviousness, as she worked her hands up and down his shaft, and then she stopped suddenly, using her hands to guide his away from her breasts to her now open legs. John required no other instruction.

Jenny slightly opened her legs to assist his entrance, so his fingers explored her once again. Neither partner ever got bored with the other, appreciating each experience as if it was a new one every time. He used both hands, one working its fingers inside her, the other just on the outside of her hole, utilising his hands to maximum effect. One went in and out, the other round and round. Co-ordination was the key here, and John was more than man enough for the task. Then Jenny did something she had never done before, She started to guide his prick inside her, then placed her arms round the back of his neck. She leaned back against the wall, with the water cascading over them, then wrapped her legs round his waist, as he suddenly realised that she wasn’t standing any more, all the weight was round his neck, and the motion of entering and exiting her was stopping her from falling down. She used her weight to buck on his prick, balancing well, her feet instinctively finding the back wall, so she could create more pressure. They continued in this position for two minutes, him standing fucking her, as she impaled herself, using all her weight to heighten the experience. He fleetingly wondered where the hell she had thought of this new position, but the thought soon went as he maintained his balance and his erection.

After two minutes John was getting a little out of breath, so he lowered Jenny down, turned off the water, and led her out of the bathroom back into the bedroom, both still dripping wet. He took one of the fresh towels, wrapping her in it to thoroughly dry her off. He used one of the smaller guest’s towels to dry himself, and placed two more towels on the bed. He was still a practical man, not wanting to get the fresh bed linen all wet. Yes, the room might not be due to be occupied for a couple of days, but, hey, business was business, they might get casual door knockers and rent it out at short notice.

John removed the towel, they lay his wife on her back on the bed on the two fresh towels. He slowly opened her legs again, this time lowering his face, so he could get her moist all over again, this time between her legs. Very soon she was nice and wet, and he worked his fingers round her entrance. He had shaved that morning as usual, so was nice and smooth so she didn’t become sensitive after a while. Her bush was light and sparse, so he used his tongue to play over her lower tummy, very close to her love entrance. It wasn’t too long before Jenny was moaning very loudly, and it wasn’t very long after that she came, jerking her body in gasps, the very last moment of climax resulting in her body going rigid, before collapsing back onto the bed.

Before Jenny had the opportunity to recover, John was on her, his erection immediately opening her legs even wider. She instinctively knew that this wasn’t going to last long. Shame, as she was enjoying and appreciating it so much. She matched him each time he entered her willing body, thrusting her pubes and mound as hard as she could into him. His erection was nice and big, really firm, and she could feel him deep inside her. She knew from many years experience that her body managed somehow to make itself larger to accommodate his erection, and also knew that her moisture increased as the friction built up. She needed no cream, allowing her natural juices to accommodate his manhood, lying underneath him, giving her man the maximum amount of possible pleasure in her ability, watching his face as he penetrated. She could see his expression change, as he concentrated on his climax, so it was no surprise when he had the look in his eyes that he was not in control, just allowing his whole being to concentrate on his coming. And there it was, as he climaxed, his face betraying the fact that he had no idea where he was, his breathing attempting to recover, as his prick quickly shrivelled while still inside her, with his come all spent. She lay under him, completely at ease, happy that she had given her man such pleasure, while receiving hers.