I mentioned couples who don’t advertise, but ‘if it happens, it happens’. This one goes back to my earliest days in London, when for a few months I had a room in a flat ‘Annie’ owned (names definitely changed). We were part of a regular gang of friends, and it was well known she and Jeremy her fiancé were ‘saving it’ for their wedding night. They had done about everything else, but ‘it’ was being kept for after the wedding. Strict Catholicism was behind this strange reasoning. One evening Jeremy left after they had been in her room for a while, and I went in to ask Annie something. Her perspiring and evidently turned on face looked up at me from her bed, slightly startled. No guesses as to what she was in the middle of; essential relief. She was perfectly welcoming as I sat on her bed, and there was a definite atmosphere. She told me later that they had both fantasised about me coming in to ‘offer relief’ after Jeremy went, and I was now innocently seeming to ply out their fantasy. I leant over and kissed her, and got kissed back. Encouraged, I slipped into her bed, and met no resistance at all. Things simply started to happen. My hand drifted inside her dressing gown onto a very hard rocky nipple, and Annie closed her eyes and savoured what I was doing. My other hand drifted downwards, and there was no resistance as I introduced it to a soaking wet bushy cunt. There was no sign of a hymen, and this didn’t surprise me, as Annie had made a few jokes about cucumbers etc before now. I asked if she really had never gone all the way, and she said she had’nt. Her legs had responsively opened to my touch, and there was nothing but a little adjusting herself for comfort as I moved to lie between them. I had no clothes to remove, as I was naked under my dressing gown, so a moment later my cock was nudging against her, and she was lying there waiting to be had in that unmistakeable way where it was being left to me to make the running and ‘do her’. A few seconds later I started nosing into her and she held my shoulders and started to feel me entering her. For some moments we lay still so she could feel a warm hard cock inside her. Her eyes were closed and her hips were gently gyrating to my cock. We fucked for several minutes, and I massaged her clit while I fucked her. I asked if it was alright for me to come in her. ‘Yes’ she said, and she savoured every jerk and thrust. A few seconds later, I brought her off too on my fingers, with my cock still hard inside her. I don’t suppose it had been more than ten minutes between Jeremy leaving and me ‘entering’ Annie. All shows the folly of leaving a woman unsatisfied. We lay for a bit, and I began to get hard again insider her. ‘Oh’, she said, as I gently started to fuck again ‘I suppose it’s in for a pound, in for a penny’ . ‘Am I the pound or the penny?’ I asked, ‘Definitely the pound.’ The next morning we had the inevitable talk ‘about things’ and decided guiltily not to repeat this episode, but as we all know it wasn’t a decision likely to be kept: it was only a few days until Annie and I had a second night once Jeremy had again left an unsatisfied fiancee. This time we agreed to allow ourselves this secret together until her wedding about six or seven weeks away and then we would stop. Which we did, this time successfully. The upshot was about 15 years later. We had stayed in contact and met up socially regularly; and when they moved to a country house I would stay over. Jeremy was a journalist who often had unsociable hours, and one evening about a half ten his phone rang and he had to go out, apparently for some hours. Annie went off and changed into definitely attractive nightwear and then added to my surprise by asking if I would like to sit with her and watch a film. Don’t ask me what film she put on, I don’t remember. Drinks were poured. After a few minutes, sitting close to me on the sofa, she looked me in the eye and asked if I remembered our time together before she was married. I certainly did. Again there was the atmosphere, and she let her dressing gown drift a bit apart. We looked at each other and a kiss was definitely hanging in the air. ‘What about Jeremy?’ I asked. ‘I don’t want to mess anything up.’ Now that might seem wimpish, but they had children away at boarding school, I don’t do marriage breaking and Annie and Jeremy are old friends. She looked at me again and said ‘Well… it’s erm complicated.’ A few minutes later she had explained that once Jeremy was over his devout period of Catholicism, she had come clean to him about what had happened just before her marriage, and since then it had cropped up from time to time in their fantasies. ‘Jeremy isn’t really at work,’ she said, ‘he’s staying at a pub just down the road. We hoped you might be up for it.’ There is something really good about re-encountering someone sexually who you thought had gone for ever, and Annie and I now fucked properly, all over their drawing room, and then all over my bedroom. At some point Annie called Jeremy to let him know things ‘were going well’. By the morning, when Jeremy turned up with the Sunday papers, she and I were sitting in bed, waiting for him. I can’t remember what we said, but very soon I grabbed the papers, and left them to it for a while. For the rest of that weekend Annie had a lot more sex than she had had for some time. It is still a good friendship.