Chapter Three

A hot dream and a holiday planned

I awoke in my guest bedroom the following morning, aware of my morning wood and a wet patch in the sheets. I realized I had been dreaming about Charlotte standing in the lounge wearing a strap-on. My mind was inserting pure lust and fantasy into my dreams.

Real memories of last night began to come back to me.

After dinner and watching some of Charlotte and Pete having sex, Charlie had just gone upstairs to get my room ready for the night. Sadly, her return wearing a strap saying, “Time for some more fun before bedtime boys,” was nothing more than just a fantasy, the wet dream I had just woken up from.

However as I roused myself back into the real world I was suddenly aware of an arm draped over my body and a woman’s hand, Charlie’s, holding my sticky wet cock. I stirred, needing to get up for a morning pee. I began to slide out of bed slowly and tried to remove her hand so as not to wake her. However, she stirred, so I whispered in her ear that I needed to pee.

She kissed me tenderly and casually got up, pulling on her see-through Kimono, and said,

“I love you Ed, you’re a good man and I thank you for the delightful fucking, and hopefully breeding me last night, but it's time you went off to work. Go have yourself a shower, and I’ll go make breakfast before you go.”

I got out of bed as she disappeared from my room and went into the ensuite bathroom to do my ablutions and shower.

Having dressed, I went down to the kitchen to find Charlotte, or Charlie as she wanted me to call her, putting the final touches to my breakfast along with a fresh cup of English breakfast tea alongside some French toast, with what I assumed and smelled like a coating of honey. A small bowl of raspberry yogurt accompanied the toast.

She turned and beamed that infectious smile at me.

“Pete’s still asleep. Come in, sit yourself down, and eat. You need to rebuild your strength to be ready for your month's sabbatical trip.”

“Thanks, Charlie, this is so kind of you. You didn’t need to bother. I could have grabbed something on my way into work."

“Nonsense, it is no bother at all. I wanted to do this for you. It’s the least I could do after what you gave me last night. It’s my pleasure, Ed. It’s a shame you’re going. I would have liked to get to know you more.”

“Yes, me too, Charlotte, I mean Charlie,” I responded, butterflies welling up in my stomach at the memory of last night's escapades. “I feel this wonderful affinity with you, but we are both married, and I have a wife to get back to, and you have Peter. So I guess this is goodbye as we will probably not meet again. Look, thanks for everything and for putting me up last night and for….well, you know, but I better get going. Don’t want to outstay my welcome and your hospitality.”

With that, I finished my last piece of toast and, standing up again, thanked Charlotte with a warm hug before I asked her to say goodbye to Pete for me and headed towards the front door.

As I turned the latch to unlock the door and head out, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find Charlotte staring up into my eyes with a quizzical look on her pretty face.

“Ed, I honestly hope we do meet again. I feel we have a real connection. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there is something wonderful about you that I find quite intoxicating. You’re right. I have an affinity with you that I just can't explain. Take care, and please let Pete know how your trip goes, then he can tell me. Here’s my mobile number just in case you ever need anything…anything at all.”

She leaned up and planted a tender, loving kiss on my lips, letting her soft, full lips hang on mine as she held my face in her silky smooth, gentle hands. As she pulled away, she sighed heavily.

“Don’t go and forget me, will you, handsome? Now go." And with that, she gave me a firm yet tender playful smack on my backside. I turned the latch and left, determined not to look back as I walked down the walkway to the front gate and out onto the path to join the early morning throng of commuters off to catch the tube into London.

My guts felt like they were fighting among themselves as I ran and re-ran the last twelve hours of events through my mind.

The day at work passed quickly enough, but all the while, I could not get Charlie out of my mind. I felt like a love-sick schoolboy. I kept telling myself not to be so stupid. Nothing would ever come of it. Charlie and Pete seemed to have a happy marriage, even if it seemed somewhat of an ‘unconventional’ or ‘open’ one.

Returning Home

I got home, turning the key in the lock, dreading what was to meet me.

"Well, you look like you did not get the comfy sofa at Peters last night. You look disheveled; I suppose that is the right word for it. I’m surprised no one at work commented about your appearance.”

This was the first thing that greeted me as I entered the kitchen to find Helen cooking dinner. There always seemed to be some snide comment or insinuation within the tonality of her conversation with me these days. She seemed only too keen to pick holes in what I was doing or make sarcastic quips at my expense. She had what I can only describe as an irritated, almost dismissive tone within her voice whenever she spoke to me. Anytime I commented, a rebuff would almost always immediately follow, essentially saying it was all my fault.

God, I thought to myself. I did not want to spend a month with Helen. It would be sheer torture.

I ignored her jibe and came out with it.

"Well, I'm guessing you would rather me go on my sabbatical alone then. You don’t seem keen on my company.”

“Well Ed, as it happens I’ve been asked by Sally to go with her to her parents’ house in Italy and I haven’t seen her for ages and I said yes. Perhaps it would be good if we each had a few weeks away from each other. You might appreciate me a little more when you get back.”

“Fine with me”, I replied, my anger slowly welling up inside me, “but I can't get any refund on your ticket or seat on the train journey at this stage, it’s just too late”.

“Well, that’s your problem, Ed, not mine. Take a guy from work along with if you don’t want to lose out financially, what do I care, or maybe you can take one of those old school boy chums of yours that I can’t stand.”

“A bit bloody late to ask them to take a whole month off work, Helen. I’ve been planning this for months, as you very well know”.

“Oh well, whatever,” she responded flippantly. “You can prepare your dinner, can’t you? I didn’t know when you would be home, so I’ve just done enough for one.”

"Don’t worry, I’ll eat out. I’m sure you'd rather be left alone to plan your trip to Italy with Sally." With a huff, I turned on my heels and headed out the front door. Carefully locking it behind me as I passed out into the night.

Fuck, I’ve had enough of this shit, I thought to myself as I walked away.

I walked for what seemed like ages, running things through my head and getting nowhere, before I came across a small French bistro and walked in, asking for a table for one.

As I settled at my small table for two, looking at the menu, my mind returned to Charlotte. I drifted into a daydream, thinking about her.

Her beautiful blue/green eyes. Her beautiful face and her soft, husky voice. Her charismatic smile. The warmth oozed from every pore of her delectably sexy body. I knew then it was not JUST a sexual attraction. It was deeper. More romantic. Just MORE.

Then, a delightful idea struck me. Ask Charlotte if she would like to join me on holiday in Europe.

I started an argument with myself in my head. No, that was probably stupid of me to even think that she would want to go with me. And, of course, she couldn’t; she wouldn’t. Why would Peter even let her?

No, ask her, you idiot, what’s there to lose? She was giving you a huge hint when she kissed you goodbye at her front door. Just ask her for God's sake what is there to lose? She’ll probably say no anyway, but at least you will have asked.

I took out my mobile and scrolled through my contacts until she came up. I dialed her mobile, my heart racing as I waited for her to pick up.

To my surprise, she answered after just two rings. “Hi, handsome,” she said. “I hoped you’d call. Miss me already?”

"Err, yes actually, and before I lose my nerve, I called to ask if you would consider coming with me on my sabbatical holiday touring around Europe by train? Helen’s cried off at the last minute and is going off instead with her friend Sally to Italy."

“Oh, Ed, I’m honoured you’d think of asking me, but of course, I would have to discuss it first with Peter. Can you leave it with me for a couple of days?”

The next two days were agony. I kept thinking what might happen if she said yes and what that would mean for me, my marriage, and her and Peter. My mind battled with feelings of elation one second and guilt the next.

Meanwhile, Peter at work acted as if nothing had happened and was as jovial as ever, and back home at Pete and Charlotte's house, little did I know what Charlotte was up to.

“Peter, there is something I wanted to ask you. It’s about Ed.”

“Ohh, Charlotte, this must be serious. You only call me PETER when it’s serious.” He laughs

“Well, you know Ed is off on his sabbatical next week, and Helen doesn’t want to go, right?”

“Yes,” said Pete. “What about it?”

“Well he asked me if I would like to join him and I’ve thought about it over the last couple of days and I would like to accept Ed's kind offer to take that Holiday with him. Would you mind terribly?"

Peter paused and said quite unexpectedly. “Sure, baby, why the hell not. Go cheer the poor bastard up. Go and enjoy yourself.”

Charlotte went to Peter and stepped lovingly up to him and hugged him tightly, and he, in turn, placed his hand on her breast as she kissed him so passionately that she orgasmed right there and then.

She pulled back slightly, her breasts heaving with emotion, and looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Thank you, my darling husband. I love you, my selfless man. I’ll go call Ed now and accept his invitation."

Then, with me in bed, about to go to sleep at the end of that second day, my mobile buzzed on the nightstand next to me in my hotel bedroom. As I lifted it, I saw it was Charlotte’s number coming up on the call.

Nervous as to what might be said, I picked up and answered. “Hi Charlotte, good to hear from you.”

Her soft, husky voice said just one sentence that lit up my heart and made me want to jump in the air.

“My answer is yes, Ed, I will come with you. I’ll call again tomorrow and we can arrange things. Sleep well, my dear man, goodnight.” Then she hung up.

I lay back in bed, my heart pounding with joy.

Little did I know then how that next month would change my life.