Although only in our early thirties, we were exhausted after a busy summer period so decided on a week away in Cornwall. Linda and I run our own business and decided to pack Thursday night, finish early on Friday and head straight off from work in Leeds. It would be a good six hour journey. We’d have preferred a Saturday start but the cottage in the grounds of a large estate we had found started Friday. We found the place without much trouble, pulled through the gates and found our cottage, one of four in a terrace a 100 yards down the gravel drive. A note on the door instructed us to drive down to the main house and collect the keys. It was 8.30. I sat in the car whilst Linda popped in to collect. She re-emerged with a well dressed gent, I opened the window. Well dressed gent introduced himself as “Geoffrey”, as well spoken as he was dressed but imparted bad news. There’d been a leak in the cottage bringing down the ceiling in the lounge so he offered the guest suite in the main house. I switched off the engine and the three of us went to look. Linda couldn’t stop smiling. It was palatial. Four poster bed, massive room, sofa, massive en-suite with big jacuzzi bath and separate shower. I went down to the car for our luggage leaving Geoffrey with Linda, on my return he cordially invited us to take supper with him. We hadn’t eaten so Linda replied for us “Thank you, just give us half an hour to tidy up. I’ve nothing to wear …” Geoffrey smiled, “Come as you are, very smart my dear. Or wear “nothing” if you want to make an old man very happy” he laughed and we with him. “Say 9.15 in the drawing room for a drink before supper”. I shaved and showered as Linda quickly bathed, groomed and shaved her legs, perfumed, made up, stockings, clean panties and bra, jumped back into her business suit, short black skirt and matching jacket. “I don’t have a clean blouse” as she rummaged through her case. “Just put your jacket on and do up the buttons, let’s see how that looks” I suggested. Her other option was a white t-shirt. A little uncomfortable but she settled for jacket done up and we went down to the drawing room. Geoffrey was sat in front of the log fire, drink in hand, rising swiftly to greet us, “Dawson” to the butler, “a drink for my guests please”. Linda had a G&T, I went for a whiskey. We chatted for a few minutes before heading through to the dining room. Geoffrey sat at the head of the table, he placed Linda to his right and me opposite on his left. “Thought we’d keep it intimate and just use this end of the table” as the butler poured wine for each of us. A small bowl of chicken soup arrived. Then we switched to a red wine to accompany the venison. We discovered Geoffrey worked in the City but spent three nights a week back in Cornwall, his wife had died six years earlier. He enjoyed the buzz of the City but was always glad of the respite offered back in Cornwall. Linda was talking a lot, a glazed look becoming apparent in her eyes. Never could drink much and gets cheeky when she’s had a few. Last year at a “do” in Leeds she collared three OBE’s who were attending asking “What do you chaps do with your tie when you sit on the loo?” !! I was hoping she’d behave this evening …. Baked Alaska arrived for desert – along with a pudding wine. And Linda was not going to behave. “So Geoffrey, you wife died six years ago. What do you do to take care of your manly needs these days?” “When you get to my age Linda, such matters are of little consequence”. “Age is just a number” came back Linda, “so what do you do?” “Let’s talk about your holidays, I’ve told you all about my travels” Geoffrey changed the subject. Desert and desert wine finished, “I suggest we take brandy and cigars in the drawing room” Geoffrey nodding to the butler. Geoffrey pointed me to the chair next to the fire, he and Linda sat on the sofa opposite. Dawson offered me a cigar and struck a match before doing the same for Geoffrey. Then handed out three warmed glasses with a large measure of brandy in each. “That will be all for this evening, thank you Dawson and compliments to Mrs Foxcroft, supper was excellent. You both get off home now.” “So Linda, tell me about your last holiday”. My heart sank. We’d visited Copenhagen ….. Linda took up the offer, slurring slightly but alive and energetic in its telling. “Andrew took me out for supper down by Nyhavn then we went for a walk. I was feeling sexy so when he spotted a naughty cinema club he visited on his many trips to Denmark I suggested we go and have a look. We went in. I’d dressed to impress Andrew later in the evening, black seamed stockings, suspenders, little black see through matching panties and bra beneath a black pvc coat and thigh length pvc boots I’d bought that afternoon. We paid and went in, choice of 5 small cinemas, bar and some rooms. Andrew went to pay a visit, I went into the first cinema and sat down. There were lots of empty seats with probably a dozen people already in there. Within seconds of my taking a seat people moved beside me, behind me and in front. By the time Andrew came in he couldn’t get near me.” “Do go on Linda”, Geoffrey I saw awkwardly crossing his legs, jacket button undone and arm across the back of the sofa towards Linda. As Linda talked he inched closer to her. “A hand came over my shoulder from behind, undid a couple of coat buttons and slipped inside. The hand cupped my small breast and started tweaking my nipples”. I saw Linda’s legs part slightly and could now see her stocking tops between her thighs. “Could Andrew see?” “I didn’t know at the time but he later told me he could”. “Didn’t you mind Andrew?” I opened my mouth to respond but Linda giggled, “As long as he can watch he doesn’t mind”. “Then what happened?” “A chap sat next to me undid buttons from the bottom. Soon my coat was wide open and there was a hand on my leg from both sides. Hand moving slowly up and down my legs, fondling them and daring to reach ever higher.” Linda squirmed in the leather sofa, shuffling forward so her head rested on the top of the sofa. Her skirt slid up a few inches and I could now see her white panties above the bare flesh of her thighs. Geoffrey was getting close to her. Tentatively his left arm slid across the top of the sofa above her head. A glance at his crotch told me he was still suffering from manly needs although in his late sixties. “So you had three men fondling you, one at your breast, two on your legs” “No four now, a hand came over my left shoulder and was playing with my left breast” before you could say boo to a goose he was undoing the two buttons on Linda’s jacket, then, “Like this?” and Geoffrey’s hand was closing in on Linda’s left boob. I too now had a raging hardon. “Yes, just like that” Linda purred. Geoffrey encouraged by this placed his right hand on Linda’s leg and slowly fondled his way from knee cap to bare flesh and every upwards. He hoisted Linda’s skirt higher and found the moist gusset of her panties, tweaking her clit and sliding his fingers expertly over her quim. Boob fondling and stroking her pussy, she was moaning, eyes closed, brandy almost spilt. Suddenly she opened her eyes. Keen to continue his exploits Geoffrey said “Then what Linda?” She reached to the side table and put her glass down, stood and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to her ankles, kicked it off towards me, slipped her jacket off, threw that to me and sat down again. Geoffrey resumed where he had left off and Linda closed her eyes and started to speak again. “The man on my right stood for a moment and as he sat down took my hand from the arm rest and placed it on his JT. It was big, throbbing, uncut and slippery from juices he’d oozed. He guided my hand to rub him up and down, slowly. Then I had another cock in my left hand, that was smaller and thicker. Someone tapped my shoulder and as I turned to see who and what a cock was thrust in my face. I took it in my mouth, I could taste his precum, seconds later he was ejaculating on my face and in my hair. It seemed to set off a chain reaction” I noticed Linda’s hand was now fondling Geoffrey’s manhood through his trousers “and my right leg felt a spurt hit. It was a chap in front of me wanking. Hands were all over me now, I felt the man on my right ejaculate, my hand covered in his jizz, then the guy on my left followed suit. I was lifted up and bent over the seats in front, another cock thrust in my face, my panties were being slid down my legs and I felt a cock thrust inside me. I didn’t mind, there were condom bowls all over the place and he’d slipped one on. Soon he came, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside me was exquisite.” Linda had freed Geoffrey’s cock, she stopped talking and went down on him. She licked the tip, it was glistening, he was uncut and she expertly used her hands and mouth slowly, pausing only to say “I’ll tell you the rest later, it’s rude for a lady to talk with her mouth full” before guiding his erect member down her throat until she was gagging. Looking up at him, still stroking him she asked “Do we need a condom?” “Why?” “Have you been with lots of women. Or men?” “You’re the first since I lost my wife Linda”. She stood, removed her panties and bra, turned her back to him, took him in hand and straddled his cock, slowly sinking onto it. What a view I had. Her small pert boobs, erect nipples, flat tummy and shaved pussy with a hard cock glistening with her saliva entering her and she sank down onto him. I’d come a little in my pants. His hands were holding her hips helping her slow gyrations, intermittently fondling a boob, tweaking a nipple, reaching round to play with her clit. On his last incursion south his hands had done the trick, Linda came, long and loud, long enough to still be coming as he shot is hot spunk deep inside her, as he did Linda calling to her God and eyes almost popping out of their sockets. She collapsed back laying on him. As he shrank and slipped out of her, she groaned in disappointment and he pushed her forward and she stood. She smiled at me, her long curly mass of auburn hair framing her blushed cheeks and neck. She walked towards me, Geoffrey was dressing himself. Linda stood in front of the fire. That little gap at the tops of her legs allowed the orange light to beam through, moisture glistening at the top of her thighs. As she open her legs slightly the thick mix of their juices strung out between her legs then dripped down onto her stockings. “Take me to bed or loose me forever lover”, I picked up her clothing, we thanked Geoffrey for a wonderful evening – thanks which he reciprocated – and walked hand in hand into the grand hall and mounted the stairs to our room. Suffice to say there was daylight before we fell asleep in each others arms, sore and satisfied!