The next morning it was raining, it always seemed to rain at the weekends, so I
didnıt rush out of bed.  My head felt a little clouded but this cleared after I
fetched myself a cup of coffee and sat for a while in my bed watching a morning
TV debate show.

I thought about the extrodinary events of the night before.  Julie had been so
forward in the car, I couldnıt believe it, and the thought of seeing her again
that night, and, I hardly even dare think the words, fucking her was simply
amazing.

The rain continued through the rest of that day and I undertook some of the more
mundane routines of a batchelor life.  I shopped, tidied the kitchen, did the
weeks washing and generally moped around waiting for 8 OıClock.

I didnıt know what to wear.  Julie had said to wear casual clothes, but jeans,
somehow, seemed inappropriate and, besides, if the evening was to unfold as I
hoped it would I didnıt want to be left struggling out of a pair of denims,
better a pair of lighter casual trousers, I thought.

I was ready long before 8 OıClock and paced nervously up and down in the house
waiting for Brian to pick me up.

He arrived at exactly 8 OıClock, he must have been waiting around the corner for
the correct time.  I didnıt wait for him to come to the door but ran out to him,
through the rain, to where he was waiting in the car.

Without thinking I opened the front passenger door and got in.  He glowered at me
and immediatley I got the impression he would have been happier if I had got into
the back.  However, he started the car and we set off.

I tried to make small talk but Brian was having none of it.  He answered my
questions with single word answers and never raised a smile even at my funniest
stories.  It was obvious that he disliked me intensly, and why not, wasnıt he
driving me to his home so that I could fuck his wife ?

I stopped trying to talk and after a while I was surprised when Brian spoke.

"Listen", he said, "weıd better get a few points straight here.  Julie is a
special lady, one in a million, and I donıt want her disappointed.  Sheıs made a
real effort for you, cooked a lovely meal and everything, if you are unsure, for
any reason, then Iıd rather take you home now than let the evening start without
reaching a conclusion"

I was glad heıd brought the subject up.

"Listen," I said, "Iım not sure whatıs going on here.  Last night Julie and I had
been drinking and, honestly, what was happening in the car was not initiated by
me.  If youıre uncomfortable with this then please say so."

Brian didnıt speak, so I continued.

"I mean, it was you who suggested I fu .... make love to her, is that what Julie
wants ?  Is that what you want ?  Iım just not experienced in this sort of
thing."

Brian snorted, "What a man wants, and what a man gets are rarly the same thing. 
Julie is special, very special, and what she wants I make sure she has, whatever
that is and if thatıs you, then so be it."

I grimaced, Brian was not a happy man, in fact, in the headlights of on coming
cars I could see he was quite red and agitated.

We arrived at their home and pulled in to the drive way.  The house was large,
with nice grounds and when Brian opened the front door and stood back to let me
through I stepped in to a well kept, clean and tastefully decorated home.

Julie was there to meet me.

"Hello," she smiled at me, "Iım so glad you made it".  Not a hint of
embarassement or reference to what was promised for later.  "This way".

She showed me in to the lounge and introduced me to a very attractive lady
sitting on the couch.  It was her sister, Lorna.

"I do hope you donıt mind," she said smiling, "a table with three is always so
lopsided, Lornaıs husband is out of town this weekend and I thought it would be a
chance for her to get out of the house"

"Not at all," I said, "a pleasure to meet you".  I couldnıt see how Lorna would
react later but I assumed sheıd be going home before I got my chance with Julie,
so I relaxed, comfortable in the knowledge that the evening was going to run a
normal course for now."

Drinks were served, we ate snacks and made small talk for a while and then Julie
announced that dinner was ready.

I got up and asked to use the washroom before we ate and Julie offered to show me
where it was.  I followed her down the hall way to a door at the end which she
indicated was the toilet.  I opened it and as I steped in Julie neatly slid in
behind me, shutting the door quietly behind her.

"I want to watch," she said, "I want to see what youıve got".  She smiled at me
and I could feel my cock starting to swell.

"Quickly," she said, "out with your cock, we donıt want it to get too hard so you
canıt pee"  I knew there was a danger of this so I unzipped, pulled my prick out
and aimed it at the pan.

"No, no," she said, "would you mind sitting down for me, like I would if I was
peeing for you, I love it when a man sits to relieve himself."

I would do anything to please her so I pulled down my trousers and boxer shorts
and sat down.  Julie knelt infront of me and positioned herself only a few inches
from my increasingly stiff prick to watch me.

Thankfully I manged to pee before my cock stiffened to the stage where it would
become impossible.  Shortly after I had finished my prick rose from itıs
semi-flacid state, hanging downwards, to a firm, turgid, erection pointing up and
away from me.  Julie smiled and gave my prick a slap with her hand, it hurt but
my cock twitched back at her in response.

"Pleanty of time yet." she smiled.

I redressed, flushed and we both stepped out of the toilet. Nobody seemed to have
noticed weıd been together, Julie headed for the kitchen, I towards the dining
room where Brian and Lorna had moved to.