Simple Twist of Fate
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The discovery of Granny Woodbine's Elixir for curing a limp pizzle changes everything at Broad Oaks Retirement Village. It gives ordinary people extraordinary sexual prowess and appetites. Bristol - Bruges- Chelmsford - Cincinnati - Dorchester - Gaborone - New York - San Francisco - Zurich. Their journeys to a quiet part of Dorset, England, in the early 1970s are exotic and diverse. Each one of them eventually surrenders to the control of Arthur Kemp and to the allure of the elixir.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Historical Cuckold Wife Watching Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism
‘The Buffalo Roams’.
Stanley Dodds was at the wheel of his brand new Daimler Sovereign gliding through the lanes of Dorset with the two ladies in the backseat. Yes, this was definitely his style.
He had learned to drive in the REME, during the war. Stan had been assigned to the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers because of his engineering background. At no point during his service in North Africa was he required to do any plumbing. Mostly, he fixed the tracks on tanks and armoured vehicles.
The dark blue Daimler was the first car he’d ever owned. Previously, his job with Hendy’s had come with the use of a works van.
“I have high hopes for this place,” said April Lewis, “I think that it’s just what was missing in the other places we’ve looked at.”
During the last month they’d seen houses with too many rooms that would require too much upkeep, houses that were too remote, even a house right on a beach where the sand blew in.
“It has two bedrooms and no upstairs. The village is secured at night. Evidently, the grounds are immaculately tended and there is a nice mix of people from differing backgrounds.
“The whole place is within easy reach of the South Coast but far enough inland not to suffer from the worst of the winter storms,” she went on.
“It’s so kind of you to help us look for a new home,” declared Beryl.
“Not at all; I’ve enjoyed it. It’s fortunate that there have been no further big winners in my region. I’ve been able to give you my full attention.
“I’ve had several long telephone conversations with Miss Gloria Chadwick at the Broad Oaks Retirement Village. She sounds lovely and takes care of the residents’ day-to-day requirements so she could be very useful when I’m no longer around.
“She has been fully briefed on your semi-fictitious story. She believes that Stanley ran a very successful plumbing company which he has now sold at a very considerable profit. She was very sympathetic to the notion that you would rather put that phase of your life behind you and that you are only looking forward to a happy and comfortable retirement.”
There was still a lot of warmth in the September sun as the car passed through the gates of Broad Oaks.
They didn’t think that they would want to do it forever but just at the moment Beryl and Stan enjoyed living in the country house hotel. Their every need was catered for.
April Lewis was able to find the perfect balance between those things that needed to be done and those things that were fun to do.
Every other day the three of them would be driven into Central London, after no more than an hour of business they would shop and then lunch and then shop some more.
Sometimes April would help Beryl choose clothes while at other times she would leave her in the hands of a ‘fashion advisor’. Beryl was amazed, after years of buying things that hid her curvaceous figure she was now buying things that celebrated it instead.
Stan was amazed too. With the right underwear and frock, Beryl was absolutely gorgeous.
While his wife was being guided by the advisor, April would take him off to buy attire for himself. She expertly steered him away from the fashionable and on to the sophisticated and classic. This, along with the correct hair styling, gave the impression that he’d always been a country gent.
On the days that they weren’t shopping the couple simply enjoyed each other’s company.
The hotel had what it called a ‘leisure centre’. It had an indoor heated swimming pool along with a steam room, a big round tub with hot bubbles and a shed-like thing called a ‘sauna’. Evidently, it was a thing from Finland rather like a large cupboard with wooden benches. In the corner were some hot stones. When you put a little bit of water on them it nearly took your breath away but at the same time it sucked so much dirty sweat out of you. At one time, Stan would have been suspicious of anything even slightly Scandinavian but he thought this was great.
Stan and Beryl usually had the place to themselves. They would spend the mornings just going from one room to the next.
“This sauna makes you feel so wonderful, every pore in my skin is clean and relaxed, Stan. Do you feel all relaxed?”
He laughed out loud, “Most of me does.”
“What do you mean, most of you?” asked Beryl.
Stan pulled away his little white fluffy towel to reveal a glistening hard-on.
“All but this!”
“Oh my!” said Beryl.
She slipped from her bench and moved over to where Stan was seated leaving her towel behind.
“Since we are being all Scandinavian, let’s try something Nordic,” she said, as she bent forward and placed her lips over his sweating helmet.
“It’s shocking the things some rich women get up to,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as he leaned further back.
Beryl bobbed.
“Nhhhn!” breathed Stan.
She stood, turned around and braced herself against the opposite bench.
“I bet those dirty Finns do it like this, don’t you, Stan.”
“Yes, God knows what else they get up to in those long winter nights,” he said as he got behind her.
It may have been three thrusts, it could possibly have been four but Stan, for the first time ever, spunked up Beryl from behind.
There’s a lot to be said for this being rich lark, thought Beryl.
“Now you’ve made me all gunky,” she laughed, as she opened the cabin door. Completely naked, Beryl dived into the swimming pool and swam two lengths before climbing out and donning her robe.
Stan couldn’t quite believe what he had seen but he liked it.
There’s a lot to be said for this being rich business, he thought.
A few days later they did a similar thing in the hot tub; but this time they weren’t quite sure which nation was to blame for Beryl being fucked under water while the warm bubbles caressed her.
Stan Dodds and Samuel Fitzgerald strolled around the circular woodland path at Broad Oaks. For two men from such completely different backgrounds they were getting on remarkably well. Between them they had dissected and analysed why a team that had won the World Cup in 1966 hadn’t quite delivered in Mexico in 1970.
Several paces behind, their wives had hit it off equally well.
“Well, I must admit that I did rather presume that you were from London when we met. But I know what it’s like, a lady in the cake shop in Sturminster Newton looked very hard at my white complexion and red hair the first time that I told her that I was from Africa,” laughed Agnes Fitzgerald.
“I know, I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been asked, ‘What part of London you from then?’. At first I told them that we’re from Essex. Now I just say the East,” said Beryl.
“Gloria told me to call the place ‘Stur’, if I wanted to sound like a local but it didn’t help. They now all just think that I’m a Cockney.”
Agnes smiled and said, “They don’t mean any harm. Most of them are just interested.
“You’d do well to make full use of Miss Chadwick though. She helped us no end when we first moved in.”
“Yes, she’s wonderful. But that chap that owns the village has a way about him. Like he’s used to being obeyed.
“I reckon if he told you that you had to drop your knickers you’d just do it without question,” said Beryl.
Agnes giggled and said, “Oh there’s no doubt about that and you’d probably thank him for the privilege.”
“He has a massive ego,” said Beryl.
“And that’s not all. So I’ve heard, that is,” giggled Agnes.
The two men peered into the rather large hole.
“It’s coming along nicely. I think that it may be a little late for any swimming this year but by the spring it will be fully functional,” said Arthur Kemp.
Stan Dodds stood with his hands behind his back. He said, “I’m really looking forward to it. It was quite clever of you to persuade all of the residents to chip in towards the cost.
“Maybe next year they could be convinced to pay for one of those hot tubs and maybe a sauna.”
“I think I know where your mind is going here,” laughed Arthur.
“Oh, I sincerely hope not,” said Stan, as he chuckled loudly.
“Have you managed to choose which of the Buffs’ lodges you want to join. I know that there are three excellent ones locally.
“I, myself, am a member of a much older and more widespread fraternity. If you wished to be considered for membership, I would be happy to put you forward,” said Kemp.
Stan Dodds smiled, “It’s strange but since Beryl ... since I’ve retired, I haven’t given the Buffs much thought. But, you never know, I may take you up on your offer some day.”
“How about golf, do you play?”
“No, but I’ve been thinking about taking it up. Is it difficult to learn?” asked Stan.
“It just takes practice. I have a net set up in the back lawn much to Old Paddy’s disgust. You could try hitting a few balls to see if you have any aptitude for it. If so, there is a pro at the club who could give you lessons.
“I would teach you myself but I would only feel guilty when I took your money later,” said Kemp with a laugh.
“You don’t strike me as a man who feels guilty,” smirked Stan Dodds.
“You judge me harshly, Stanley old chap.”
“I was only pulling your leg.”
“Oh, I meant to ask. Did Miss Chadwick give you the invitation for my party on the Saturday after next?” asked Arthur.
“Yes, Beryl is very excited about it. I’m a bit more apprehensive in social gatherings. I get a bit nervous,” confided Stanley.
“Don’t be. That can be easily cured.”
“How is that?”
“Why with Granny’s Elixir, of course,” said Kemp.
“What on earth is that?” questioned Stan.
“Oh, it’s my Granny Woodbine’s recipe. It’s a closely guarded secret.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do for you,” said Arthur, “Do you and Mrs Dodds have anything planned for the rest of the day?”
“Not really. Beryl wants us to look at some brochures, she has a notion to take a cruise next year,” replied Stan, a little unsure of where the conversation was going.
Arthur Kemp produced two small glass vials from his jacket pocket.
“I like Mrs Dodds, and yourself of course, so take these free samples with my compliments.
“But the conditions are that you tell no-one else about them and that you both drink them together just as soon as you get home.
“Believe me, you won’t struggle in social situations ever again.”
“Are you sure that I can’t pay you for them?” asked Stan, still a little uncertain.
“No, like I say they are free samples. They don’t commit you to anything. If you both think that they have helped, I will let you have two more before the party.
“But obviously, there may be a high price to pay for those,” concluded Kemp.
“They’re not that LSD that you hear about, are they?” asked Beryl.
“No, no. He assured me that they are just an old herbal remedy that his Granny used to make.
“There’s only the tiniest amount in them that I can’t see that they’d do any harm.”
“Alright, if we drink the stuff will you stop going on about it and can we please look at these brochures that Miss Chadwick has gone to the trouble of ordering?” smiled Beryl.
Stan handed her a vial. They both removed the stoppers. Beryl couldn’t resist the temptation to sniff it.
“You drink it, don’t mess about. Right, here goes, one, two, three, GO,” said her husband.
They both made a contorted face as they threw back the bluey-green liquid.
Beryl spluttered, “Blimey, it tastes like ... well I don’t know what it tastes like but it’s not nice.
“Now, if you’re happy could we please have a serious look at these brochures?