Chapter 5: Debbie Moves to Derbyshire

Debbies fury did not last for long as a telephone call from her fathers housekeeper told her that her father had a slight stroke and had been rushed into hospital. So Debbie had to leave almost immediately to be with him. She told Tony to pack some clothes for himself and they set off for Derbyshire.

It was a long fast drive to Buxton, and it was late and dark when they arrived. Debbie had been very quiet during the journey, obviously very worried about her father and still furious with Tony. During their brief time together Tony had become quite fond of Debbie, and he could see that she was genuinely concerned for her fathers health.

During the journey he had been able to think about his future; his life in the Navy was ending in a few days, and he had very little money and even less in the way of job prospects.All he had was this terrible all consuming sexual urge, which did not seem to be abating with time. It was a real problem, stopping him from leading a normal life, and leaving him exhausted.

The thought of signing on in the Navy was not a realistic option, even if they would have him with his recently acquired sexual problems and on the few occasions he had mentioned his future to Debbie, she had not been able to suggest any realistic solution.

"Don't worry I'll look after you."

Was the most helpful comment she had made. When they arrived one of the maids answered the door and she had obviously been waiting for them.

"Your father is improving, and is back from the hospital he is downstairs in the lounge Miss Debbie"

Debbie, immediately rushed into the house to see her father. The maid showed Tony where to garage the car, and then she took him to the kitchen to cook him a meal. It was while he was eating that Debbie appeared, and told him she would like him to meet her father. As they walked through the house to the lounge she told him.

"I've told Daddy all about our relationship."

"Is that wise?" Tony asked.

"Yes, I think so - he is no snob, and I'm sure you two will get on together famously."

Tony took an instant liking to Sir Freddie Campbell, Debbie's father, his soft Irish accent was much more pronounced than Debbie's, and he seemed like a nice kind man.

"Call me Freddie young man." He told Tony when they were introduced. "I know all about what is going on between you - I don't suppose I should approve, but you young people must live your own lives. I never liked that John anyway, she only married him to spite me."

"That's not true daddy." Debbie protested clutching hold of Tony's hand as she spoke.

"He is having an affair with his Secretary." Tony told them.

"You mean that Janice woman?" Debbie asked feigning her surprise at Tony's statement.

"I sometimes suspected that he might be having an affair with someone - but never her. How do you know?"

"It's common knowledge in the barracks, and she confirmed it when I asked her, and apparently he knows about you and me - in fact he deliberately set it up, knowing my problems."

"What problem is that?" Freddie asked.

"It's a personal thing Daddy." Debbie quickly interrupted, giving Tony a warning glance.

" I expect you two are tired, I know am, so I'm off to bed anyway, so we can have a long chat in the morning after the doctor has been."

Debbie took Tony to her bedroom, where a much more relaxed Debbie threw herself into his arms.

"Daddy likes you." She told him as she quickly undressed, dragging him towards the bed.

The next morning Debbie and Tony had breakfsat alone. Her father was much better and had stopped in bed to wait for the doctor. Meanwhile he asked Debbie if he and Tony could have a chat together in his bedroom. From the beginning they got on famously and they talked for a long time.

The cabins fire was burning well with the smell of pine logs. It couldn't have been more handy. It had been a wonderful idea to come here for a picnic and a day on there own away from the house and the gossip. She had always loved the cabin, and dreamed about one day living there. She had never brought John here, but sharing her secret passion for the place with Tony had seemed to come naturally for her.She was waiting for Tony standing by the roaring log fire wondering how he had got on with her father. He opened the door and smiled., within seconds she found herself in his arms, he was cold and wet, but he smelled so good. He had his own unique smell, the smell that was his, and his alone.

That smell always did something to her. The kiss seemed to last so very long that she felt dizzy when he let her go. He did not speak as he walked over to the sideboard and poured a glass of wine. It was cosy by the fire as she took his coat. Tony looked her over, she felt his eyes warm as he ran them down her very proper dress. The silver earrings and necklace to match, navy blouse tucked into the long wrap around skirt. black stockings and matching pumps. After the third glass of wine he kissed her again, leading her into the bedroom.

He smiled happily at her as he started to undo the buttons on her blouse as if he were unwrapping a wondrous gift., but she knew this was Tony, and this was always the way she dressed for him, and each time she did, he had the gift of making her feel so special. She knew now that there was no way she could ever go back to John again, and she hoped that her father could see that. He gasped in appreciation to see the black lace slip and bra, as he lay her on the bed. Waiting for her...

She felt him kiss his way down her soft flesh, his hands squeezing and fondling her breasts... She loved the look on his face as he opened her legs to find her newly shaven, smooth love tunnel, still smelling of talcum powder. She had done this specially for him as soon as he had left this morning.

She felt his tongue, as he licked his way across her breasts stopping there for a few moments to please her and then onwards down her body though it was licking it's way to her heart as she felt her juices flowed into his mouth. She could feel his hardness against her, as impatiently she reached down and took his cock into her hands. Softly sliding her fingers up and down his hard cock.

She could feel her legs quivering, as he continued to feed the oceans of pleasure ripping through her body. He licked and sucked at her vagina.She felt herself squirming out of control, wriggling under the feel of his tongue and hands. Damn him - he delighted in watching her body out of control, responding to his caresses. Every moan and groan, every whimper and scream brought him as much pleasure as it did her. He turned her over on her stomach. Putting aside her hair, as she felt him kiss the back of her neck then her spine. She felt his warm hard cock pressing against her leg, reminding her of the pleasure still to come.

She felt him massaging, her back followed by sweet soft kisses. She couldn't do anything but moan and squirm. She knew that he knew this, and soothed her between kisses reassuring her as he went on, as if he ever needed to. He spread her legs, massaging the inside of her thighs. Then she felt him put his hand on each side of her hips and pull her up a bit., as he licked the moisture exposed, as he moved from her opening to her waiting anus.

The feelings were beyond belief, as his tongue explored her openings, with, as always such utter gentleness, taking his time allowing her body to respond to him, only then going deeper. and deeper. Those orgasms he produced in her will never be forgotten... She felt him teasing her with the head of his cock, it's smoothness was maddening, she waited in growing anticipation, as slowly his entire length pushed into her waiting opening. He held her hands gently, yet firmly in his. Then he pushed hard into her, her body convulsing in pleasure to feel him again stretch her as he filled her. The feeling was ecstatic, mind blowing, and this was one of those occasions that to her he felt even bigger than before. She could feel his pleasure mounting. It always felt so big feeling his cock throbbing inside her and moving, finding new niches inside of her.

She heard his breathing become more ragged then it happened, like a hot volcano as his juices flooded up inside her. Their cries of pleasure blending into a cacophony of sound, drowning the sound of the rain on the roof. He kissed her passionately, while they recovered their breath, but his hardness still inside her, his slow persistent hip movements told her that as always this was an interlude and that once again Lunch would be served late...

Debbie's father Freddie was now out of danger and two days later Debbie was talking about making an early return to Portsmouth. It was after Breakfast on the third day of their stay, and just before they were due to return home, that she received a telephone call from Janice Forbes telling her that John had been taken ill the night before at his Hotel in Brussells. Debbie made the decision to fly to Brussells from the local east Midlands Airport.

"I have to go to him he's still my husband." She told Tony reluctantly.

"You stay here and I will telephone you about my future plans, when I know how bad he is."

After Debbie had gone Tony and Freddie got on famously, and he showed Tony round the estate and the lakes. It was while they were out walking the morning after Debbie had left that Freddie made his proposition.

"It's all getting too much for me these days. I want a good young assistant who would take lot of the responsibilities away from me. I don't suppose you would be interested?" he asked Tony.

Tony was pleasantly surprised, and this seemed to be an ideal solution to his problem of a career. He had thought that he ought to go back and see his wives that he had left behind the year before, and perhaps see if he could find an antidote to his problem."

I would like to think about it for a bit if you don't mind. I am interested, very interested, but I do have one or two problems to sort out." He told Freddie.

"Sure that's all right - but I suspect you are wondering what Debbie is going to do when she gets rid of John aren't you?. Tony was surprised at his comment.

"No not really - I had not really though too much about our future as I'm much younger than her, and we don't know each other all that well." Freddie laughed.

"Yes but I know my daughter - you wait - she will divorce him sooner or later, the signs are all there."

It was shortly after they returned to the house that Tony got a telephone call from Mary, Johns daughter, she was at a local hotel.

"Can you meet me for dinner tonight.? She asked sounding rather breathless.

"Yes sure - but I thought you would want to be Brussels.?

" I am - but I'm flying home to see you. Daddy is dead and Debbie is stopping for a couple of days to see to the formalities, so I know that you will be alone, and I need to see you urgently."

Tony told Freddie that John hd passed away and that he would be going into town to meet a friend, so they had arranged to meet at her hotel for dinner. She arrived looking lovely, and kissed him fondly when they met. She had taken him by surprise with her boldness. He realised that he must have been crazy to even think about meeting her here like this. In a restaurant with people around who might see or even hear their conversation and see them together.

Mary was being highly flirtatious, even suggestive, and Tony was missing Debbie badly, so she provided a useful diversion for him. Even before the dinner had really started she surprised him by saying.

"Why don' t you be honest and admit you want to fuck me again."

She had said quite openly, with a wide grin on her face over the soup as she impulsively clutched his hand across the table.

"I admit I do." Tony told her reluctantly.

"Say it properly then, be honest don't be shy."

"Yes I want to fuck you again." Tony had replied quietly.

"Say it louder., I didn't catch what you said." Mary insisted brazenly.

" I love you, and I want to fuck you." Tony said so loud, that he attracted the attention of the young couple on the adjoining table, who looked round curiously, with a big smile on their faces.

"There that was not too hard was it?" Mary told him.

But Tony was sure as soon as he had said that he wanted to fuck her, that he had gone too far, and regrets were now swirling in his head after all she was a newly married woman, even though they had slept together on her wedding night.

Yes, Tony knew that he had said it all right. Strangely enough though, she wasn't upset or mad, she only smiled coyly at him, she was so obviously thrilled that Tony had said it publicly, that he relaxed. She did not reveal the reason for her telephone call to him earlier that day. She just kept smiling at him across the dinner table, in a sort of mysterious intriguing smile.

"Do you think you would enjoy sleeping with me again?"

She asked with that strange mysterious smile on her face.

"I know I would, after all it was a marvellous night we had together."

Tony couldn't believe he had said that, what was he thinking? But somehow he could not help himself - he was curious how she would react after their one night together.

Mary was being so openly flirtatious and it was obvious, she obviously didn't care, but Tony had been sure that as soon as he had admitted that he wanted her again, she would back off, after all she was a newly married young woman. It was stupid of him to do this, he had gone too far, and obviously it was all a game to her and half regrets were now swirling in his head.

Yes, Tony knew that he had said it all right and he certainly couldn't take it back especially bearing in mind their liaison on her honeymoon night. Strangely enough though, she wasn't upset or mad, and if he was honest with himself he did really want her...

She only smiled coyly at him, she was obviously thrilled that Tony had said it.

"I want you too." She suddenly replied.

"But I'm not sharing you with Debbie. Do you think you would enjoy being my toy boy?" She said cutely.

" Don't be daft you are to young to have a toy boy, but I'm fairly certain I could fall deeply in love with you after all it was a marvellous night."

Tony replied dryly, while taking another bite of his food and trying to not to show the panic that was racing threw him as a result of her boldness and his stupidity in meeting her here, and being drawn into her trap.

"But it's not a thing that we should talk about casually, or it could cause big trouble."

Tony nervously took a drink of water, as he frantically wondered where her husband was.

"Hmmmm... then maybe sometime this evening, we'll have to give you the chance to fulfil your desires again, " She giggled again.

"I'm looking forward to it.,... In fact, I've never looked forward to it more, especially after such a wonderful honeymoon"

"Tony looked at her directly, then and chuckled, realising that she was deadly serious and she was obviously not worried about being found out...

"You mean that you have forgiven me?"

"Only as long as you can show me that night was no fluke."

"More coffee, sir?" The waitress interrupted. Tony looked at Mary, he was feeling much happier and more relaxed now, and they both broke into laughter as they realised this was no time to delay over coffee.

"No thanks, I guess we would like to be on our way. Especially if you promise that the night is not yet over. " She said softly.

Mary was so cute, so pretty and so wildly sexy, all at the same time. She's one of the most desirable young women Tony had ever known. Her bronze skin and blue eyes and lovely auburn hair give her the most exotic and intriguing look in the low lights of the restaurant.

As Tony gazed at her he could only remember the thrill of running his fingers through her long, hair and stroking lightly her long, smooth and slender legs that supported her incredible body now covered in a sexy, tight, quite short, tight fitting black dress and high heels. Only in his dreams had Tony ever imagined that he would meet her again remembering how on her honeymoon night she had stirred his emotions and his desires beyond what he thought he was ever capable of, and even beyond those he experienced with Debbie.

As they left the restaurant and headed toward the lobby Tony watched her walking as she led the way to the lift.

God, what great legs and what a nice figure Tony was thinking. He smiled to himself as Tony thought about who saw them might be thinking. Me, a guy easily identified as being not in the same social class as her, wearing a cheap suit, Anyone who was watching our flirtatious behaviour in the restaurant and our silly giggling and touching as we walked along the corridor, would have known right away that they were probably lovers and not married.

Of course, they were lovers. but only on that one night, and it was at her insistence that they were meeting again tonight. But Tony was having fun, yet he knew he was treading on very dangerous ground just meeting this incredible female specimen again. She made him feel like Tony was her permanent boyfriend or better still lover, and that there was no real social difference's between them. As Tony thought about these difference 's he was suddenly hit with doubts.