Chapter 2

I woke as the sun crested the trees and shone into the bedroom. Sally was still asleep, and her red tresses glowed in the sunlight framing her cute adorable face. We had kicked the sheet down, so it only covered our legs. I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her gently breathing. It was as though I was seeing her for the first time.

Her breasts were tipped with large rose-colored nipples, and I traced my finger gently around them. They crinkled and firmed and she gave a quiet moan in her sleep. Her eyes opened and she smiled as she saw me looking down at her. I bent down and kissed her.

She asked, “What time is it?”

I glanced at the clock, “Almost eight, we’ve got hours before the caterers arrive.”

“Good, that means I’ve got you for the rest of the morning. If this is possibly our last time together for two years, then I’m only leaving this bed, sore and bowlegged.”

I smiled at her enthusiasm. She pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me, kicking the sheet off the bed. I ran my hands down her back and stroked her buttocks. We could both feel my cock swelling and stiffening between us. She wriggled her hips and grinned as I moaned in response. She slid down me to lie between my legs and took me in her mouth. We both knew I was still coated with our love juices from the night before when we fell asleep after we’d both enjoyed a pair of orgasms with my cock embedded deep inside her.

I hardened in her mouth, and she had both hands wrapped around the shaft. Her tongue flicked over the purple mushroom, and she looked at me over the top. I ran my fingers through her soft locks. She crawled up my body, kissing me as she worked her way up. When she was poised above me, I grasped my shaft and rubbed it along her wet pussy lips. She moaned and tried to push back and engulf me between the lips of her labia. I pulled her up, and she groaned in frustration.

“You bastard, don’t tease me. I need every inch of you deep inside me again.”

I returned to rubbing my cock along her wet slit, and after a few moments, she was panting and then gasping as an orgasm swept over her.

Sally pushed my hand away and took control of my cock with her own hand. She sank down on me, engulfing my cock within the velvety walls of her cunt. She was riding me with her mouth open in a big O and groaning from the back of her throat. Her movements were becoming more aggressive. My hands were caressing her breasts and gently pinching her nipples.

Sally shuddered, and her groans became a cry. “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

The muscles in her pussy tightened around me, I felt my balls tensing, and my orgasm joined hers. Cum pulsed out, filling the dark recesses of her pussy. She eased herself down, lying on top of me and tightening the muscles of her passage to hold me inside of her.

As I stroked her back, she nuzzled into my neck, kissing me until she reached my lips. She looked at me with her striking green eyes; there was something in them; I don’t recall seeing before. There had always been sincere friendship, and now I saw love and trust.

She shifted her hips, and we could feel the mix of our fluids squelching in our groins.

Sally said, “How can you do that, always make me orgasm when we’re having intercourse. I don’t always with Clive, but you do it to me almost every time.” She hugged me.

“I think it’s always been the love I have for you shining through when we are together,” and blew her a kiss.

She laughed, and I added, “Right now, I do think a shower is our best bet.”

We showered and refreshed ourselves, and I dried her. She had her arms wrapped around me from the back as I shaved and cleaned my teeth, her excited breasts etching memories in my back. When I finished, she gave me a smack and ran back into the bedroom and dove onto the bed, laughing fiendishly. I chased after her and gathered her into my arms.

We made languid love for the rest of the morning until hunger and thirst forced us to seek out the kitchen. I’d lost count of the times she had come, I know I had another two orgasms, a feat I was rather proud of.

After we had eaten and cleaned up, we showered again and dressed. It was a sunny day, so we sat out in the garden.

Sally asked, “Are you going to miss this place?”

“Yes and no, it’s a beautiful place, and I have so many fond memories, but it’s just too damn big for me. I’m considering a smaller home in the county that’s just enough room for an occasional visit from the girls and their families.”

“Not too far away, I hope?”

“Sally, my love; Will you do one last thing your ex-boss.”

“Do you really need to ask?”

I looked suitably chastised at the adamant way she said that. “No, I apologize,” and I leaned over and kissed her. “I need you to get me a shortlist of suitable properties. I’d like to be able to move in when I get back, will you do that for me?”

She nodded, “Of course I will.” Then she sat quietly for a while thinking before saying then, “Don’t take this the wrong way, I know I said I’d stay here all day, but I want to go home.”

I looked at her in surprise, and she answered my unspoken question of why?

“It’s just that I want to talk to Clive, and I think it would be nice for him if we arrived together.”

There wasn’t much I could say, I got her bag from the bedroom and walked to her car with her.

We kissed, and I said, “Try to get here at four; there are a couple of things I want to discuss with the pair of you.”

Sally looked worried, and I hastily said, “It’s nothing about us; it’s something entirely different.” She looked relieved and just a bit curious but said nothing as she got into her car and drove off.

There were a few things I wanted to organize before the caterers arrived at three. I got my laptop and began surfing a few sites. I had just completed everything and had printed up the documents I needed when the caterers arrived.

I got them to set up in the kitchen and the patio, and then finally, I was able to get a drink and relax.

Promptly at four, the doorbell rang, and when I opened it, Sally and Clive were standing there. Sally was looking stunning in an apple green sundress. I greeted Sally with a kiss on the cheek and I shook hands with Clive. I took them into my study, and we all sat down.

I said, “I need the princely sum of two pounds from both of you, one each please.”

They both looked a bit surprised, but Clive dug into his pocket and handed me two coins.

“Good, then this is for you,” I said and handed them a bulky envelope. “And as the money has been paid, the sale is final. You can’t back out now!” I added.

Clive took the envelope and emptied the contents onto my desk. Two sets of keys, the logbook, and a bill of sale for my BMW M3 dropped to the desktop.

“What?” He gasped, and Sally looked shocked. “But it’s less than a year old,” she said.

“It’s the least I could do for both you. Clive, I’ve stretched the boundaries of our friendship far beyond anything an ordinary husband would ever usually accept. And Sally, without you, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be sitting here now; I would have disappeared into the mire of my despair. Lucky if I was still alive.”

They both looked at me with surprise and indecision written across their faces.

I said, “Look, it’s all signed, so there’s nothing else to say, and I’ve paid up the insurance for the next year.”

Clive murmured an agreement and just sat there, turning the set of keys over and over in his hand.

I turned to Sally and said, “Sally, there is something else I’d like you to do for me.”

“Yes?”

“The dealers have agreed to store the Porsche; there is no way I’m going to sell it. But it needs to be driven every month or so.” I handed her a letter, “This is your letter of authorization.”

“You trust me with it?” I could hear the surprise in her voice.

“Of course, you are the only person I could trust. I’d much rather it’s you than someone from the dealers.” I looked at Clive and said, “I’m sorry I know it sounds odd, but Sally knows the reason why it has to be her. She can tell you later.”

I sat back and contemplated the pair of them, there was one other thing I wanted to do, but I didn’t want Clive to know about it. It would be up to Sally to tell him when and if she thought it was appropriate.

“Clive, do you think you could give us five minutes? There’s something I need to tell Sally.”

“No that’s fine, I’ll go and a look at the car, in fact, I’m going to give it a quick spin around the lanes.”

He disappeared, clutching one set of the keys. Sally looked at me, not sure what to make of my request.

She said, “You’ve made his day. Thank you; that was very generous of you.”

“Was he okay when you got home?”

“I’m not sure; it’s almost like he knows something’s changed. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

“I’ve booked you an open ticket to Denver. I’ve sent all the details to your hospital email address. All you need to do is call the British Airways reservation office if you decide you want to visit me. I’m going to be back here at Christmas, but I will be staying with the girls. I will have time to see you, but if it’s awkward or creates problems, don’t feel compelled to honor my invitation.”

Sally got a pen from my desk and wrote down an email and Skype address. “I’ve created these so we can talk, Clive doesn’t know about them. It would be wise to send us the occasional ‘having a nice time mail’ to our old one.”

I looked at her, “We’ve never gone behind his back before! It doesn’t feel right, and now we are both doing it.”

Sally replied, “I know, but we’ve never felt like this about each other before.”

“That’s true, come on we need to go and check that everything’s okay before the first guests arrive.”

The caterers had set up a big barbeque on the patio and a bar in the kitchen. The kitchen table was groaning under the weight of the dishes that covered it. I know I’d told Sally to invite a few friends and colleges, but it looked like we were going to feed Napoleon’s army.

I said, “My God, how many people did you invite?”

“Boss, you are a very popular man. The only people I invited and aren’t coming are those on duty. The X-Ray department has arranged for agency cover so they could all come.”

“I don’t recall authorizing that?”

She laughed at me and borrowed a pen from one of the waitresses. She wrote a word on a napkin and showed it to me. Crap it was my signature, I signed below it. Christ, I couldn’t tell the difference.

“How ... when?” I stuttered.

“Ever since you weren’t yourself, how else was I supposed to keep the department running?”

“Sally Fox, you are the most devious and underhand secretary a man could ever hope to know.”

“I know I am.” Then she looked at me earnestly and said, “I want you to do something for me. I don’t want you to pay much attention to me tonight. There are going to be some beautiful women here, and I want you to flirt with them. There’s one I’m going to introduce you to. I’m going to take Clive home relatively early and make love to him.”

I looked surprised at her statement, “But why?” I asked.

“Because I love you and I’m not sure, I’ll be able to hide it from him if we are here all evening. I don’t want to hurt him any more than I’ve already have.”

It seemed wrong, but she was adamant, so I agreed. We shared a kiss that was wrapped in love beyond my comprehension.

We heard Clive returning, so we weren’t able to say anything else. He looked like a cat that had got the cream. We sat down talking waiting for the first guests to arrive. Regardless of my evolving relationship with Sally, the three of us had always got on well, and it was pleasant to talk to them.

At five, the first of the guests started to arrive, and by six, there was at over one hundred people. The caterers were doing an excellent job, which left me free to circulate. When I’d decided to throw this party, as much to thank you as to say goodbye, I’d really only thought that maybe twenty or thirty would want to come. Sally had shocked me with the numbers after I’d asked her to find out who was coming.

A pair of hands covered my eyes, and a woman’s body pressed into my back. Lips kissed the back of my neck. I turned and stared into a pair of the bluest eyes.

“Mila?” I managed to get out before her arms were around my neck, and her lips were attached to mine. She threw her whole body behind the kiss. She eased back a tad and I was able to get a good look at her. And yes, it was Mila the radiographer from the Angio suite, and she was looking beautiful. Her slightly curled chestnut brown hair framed her face and flowed over her shoulders. She’d only worked in the department for the last couple of years; I don’t think she could be any older than twenty-five.