Our next big adventure occurred when Dave discovered the internet, he was like a child with a new toy, he went on AOL first and I must admit that I was as keen as he was with it.
It was my idea that we went into a chat room or three and when we did I was amazed, did people really do and say those things to each other?
You bet they did!
As most of you will know, I’m bisexual and thanks to Dave’s encouragement, we decided that I would explore that side of my personality further, Maureen had gone back to the little town where she lived with her parents to take a long look at herself and to try to decide whether she was a lesbian or just a very open minded and modern girl who enjoyed sex with either gender.
The fact that she has rarely left my side since Dave’s untimely death probably provides the answer to that little puzzle.
We were in a chat room one night, not really chatting to anyone, when I spotted that a girl had responded positively when another girl mentioned females pissing on females,
“Dave look!” I nudged him, “She likes water sports”
“Yeah, it’s probably a fifty five year old lorry driver getting his kicks” he was in one of his sceptical moods,
It wasn’t, it was a girl named Jenny, (I’m not using either her real name or her screen name, because even though we no longer see each other, I liked the girl and have too much respect for her to give any clues away as to her identity)
What had caught my eye was that she and her husband lived in a city about thirty miles away, I sent her a private message and she responded immediately, I’ll save time by saying that we swapped photographs and phone calls over the next two weeks before finally trusting each other enough to give our addresses.
We went down there three weeks after we first met on line and we both thought she was gorgeous, she was ten years younger than her husband and I later described her to Dave as sex on legs!
We’d been in their home for less than ten minutes before she giggled and interrupted what I was saying,
“I need to kiss you Jackie”
She said it as if she wasn’t wearing a very low cut blouse without a bra and as if I hadn’t been staring at her nipples since we arrived, (which I had) and she said it as if the skirt she wore actually hid the tops of her stockings, (which it didn’t) and the way she said it came out more like a request, but then she added the clincher,
“If your pussy tastes as nice as your lips look, you’ll be staying all night”
We stayed all night and even now after all that happened because of her bloody stupid husband, I still get a little tingle down below when I remember some of the things Jenny and I did.
That first night, Dave and Peter, (not his real name either) sat in the lounge drinking, smoking and chatting amiably while us two sex crazed bitches did everything to each other that two lusty girls could do!
She started by kissing me, a simple enough thing, but I was on the couch and she was kneeling in front of me when she said that she needed to kiss me, I reached down and eased her towards me, I can remember that she moaned softly,
“Oh fucking hell Jackie” just as our lips touched and I think that my own response was to slip a hand down inside her blouse and caress the first nipple I came to.
She was the girl who showed me just how erotic and sexy it could be simply removing another girl’s panties, something I’ve enjoyed many times since, as you will probably realize after reading my stories and Dave’s too.
She kissed my mound through the thin nylon and Dave told me later that I almost orgasmed when she whispered to me that she was thirsty! At that time, although I was secretly aroused by water sports, I hadn’t actually indulged in any, it took a quiet night in with Dave to bring it out of me, he told me that whatever two people did with each other, was okay as long as both parties were willing and were of legal age.
I could hardly believe that I was actually about to do something I’d masturbated over for years, I looked into her eyes and she said very, very softly,
“Please Jackie”
I relaxed my bladder muscles and she pressed her open mouth to my panties, I heard the horrible noise she made sucking my pee out and I felt her fingers cupping my buttocks, holding my cunt to her mouth.
Dave and Peter moved closer to get a better view and the look on Dave’s face told me he was enjoying what he was seeing, I relaxed completely and let everything go and Jenny drank it all, she even kissed me afterwards and I tasted the slightly salty residue on her lips, I felt incredible, I know a lot of you aren’t too keen on water sports, but we loved it, it was somehow very, very intimate and certainly erotic, it got better though when she said she wanted to wear my panties when we went to the pub!
We saw Jenny and Peter regularly over the next twelve months, but then the vibes began to feel wrong, Peter showed himself to be a control freak by sulking whenever me and Jenny went out to get chips, or buy some booze or whatever,
The end came when we went for chips and the owner said they would be ten minutes, so we went to the pub next door, after two very quick drinks Jenny suggested giving the fellers a thrill by going to the loo and swapping panties.
Dave thought it was great and said so but Peter went mad,
“I wasn’t there” he said, “The agreement was that you did nothing unless I was there!”
“Peter, grow up mate” Dave laughed, “Were you going to go to the toilet with them and watch, or what?”
“Keep out of this” he raged, “This is between me and these two”
Dave wasn’t a particularly big man, but he knew how to handle himself, he grabbed Peter with one hand round his throat and pinned him against the wall,
“Kiss Jenny goodbye Jack” he said softly, “We’re leaving”
I did and felt very sorry for her, because I suspected that he got his kicks from hitting her, she was trembling with apprehension and I had to admit that I had never seen my husband like that before, his bright blue eyes went dimmer, his face was like thunder as he spoke softly to Peter,
“If you lay a finger on that lovely little lady, you twat, she’ll phone us and I will come back and put you in hospital, do you believe me?”
Peter didn’t answer, probably because Dave was strangling him slowly with one hand!
“Do you fucking believe me?” he repeated and then the real Dave returned and incredibly he smiled at Peter and said,
“Sorry, I didn’t realize you couldn’t answer me”
We drove home via a pub where I admitted to him that I was turned on by seeing him like that, but he shrugged it off and said that he got angry when Peter said “these two” as if I was nobody important, I expected and wanted wild sex that night, but it never happened, he was genuinely upset that I’d seen his other side, I tried to talk to him about it, but he just clammed up and we went to bed in silence!
Shortly after that night, I went into hospital for a long awaited hysterectomy, even though I was still a young woman, I’d had so many problems with my water works and my periods that they’d finally decided the op was the only answer.
Can you believe that this grizzled old bugger phoned our next door neighbour and asked her to feed our mutt,
“I’m not going home until she does” he said and true to his word, he kissed me as they wheeled me into the theatre, he kissed me when I came out and he kissed me when I eventually came round afterwards.
I was in absolute agony, it hurt like hell, he told me that he felt helpless, unable to do anything other than watch me in pain, I’m a really mardy, pitiful patient, but he was there for me which was all that I wanted, some of the ladies amongst you will know how messy the aftermath of the op can be.
I had to wear pads, which he changed, I was unable to reach round and wipe myself after doing a number two, he did that too, he washed cleaned, did the ironing, the washing up and all he ever said was,
“Just get better Jack”
What he did may not sound like much, lots of men do more than that, but remember Dave had heart surgery, he had three bullet holes in him, he had hardening of the arteries, he had severe problems swallowing sometimes and he badly needed a cataract operation, all in all I think the old bugger did brilliantly!
I’m going to end this story soon, I would hate people to go onto the site and groan when they see yet another chapter from me, but just bare with me a moment longer,
Lots of us have wonderful marriages, a few of you have written and said you wish that you’d known such love, well I wish you had too, because the time I spent with my grizzly old fart were the best any woman could possibly have, he was my lover, my husband, my father, my guide and my mentor, it all came to an end when not too long ago I answered a knock at the door.
“Mrs Barton?” it was a policewoman,
“Yes”
“Mrs Jackie Barton?”
I knew something was wrong, her face told me, (I’m crying now)
“What is it, what’s wrong?”
“Can we come in?”
I stepped aside and saw the lady next door was with them, (standard practice)
My voice broke as I repeated my question,
The lady police officer sat me down and held my hands in hers,
“There’s been an accident Jackie”
I was suddenly cold, very cold, the tears sprang into my eyes, I turned to her and she must have read the question I couldn’t bring myself to ask,
He died later the same day.
-To be continued…-