When the doorbell rang at number 27 Back Street, Barrie was in the fitting room, studying Gwen’s file. Debbie was downstairs, trying to work out the quantities of the different materials they would have to buy to fulfil Davina’s orders. She placed her pad carefully on top of the splayed sheets of orders and called out to Natasha to tell her she would let Mrs Parsons in. She opened the door to find Gwen waving goodbye to someone in a small hatchback as it drove off down the street. Gwen turned and smiled at her.
‘Hello my dear, that’s my new gentleman friend. I’ve come to see Natasha.’
‘Of course Mrs Parsons, how nice to see you do come in.’ Gwen walked through the door and gave Debbie a friendly pat on the arm. ‘You must call me Gwen my dear, everyone does, even that lovely partner of yours, but it did take sometime. Didn’t seem right to me though, standing there with no clothes on and not being on Christian name terms.’ Debbie laughed and agreed as she took Gwen’s floppy felt and light raincoat and put them on the coat rack. Gwen smiled her thanks. ‘It’s a lovely day, but you never know, it can turn so quickly.’
Barrie skipped lightly down the stairs thinking that if Gwen ever found out he was in Natasha’s body she would probably die of embarrassment. Natasha was very fond of Gwen and always gave her a kiss and a hug so he copied the greeting as best he could and Gwen responded in similar fashion. Barrie gave her one of Natasha’s heart melting smiles.
‘Lovely to see you Gwen, did you have a good trip?’
‘Drove up with my new gentleman friend yesterday, we stayed at that fancy hotel out of town.’
Barrie tried to think of which hotel she could be referring to. Debbie beat her to it.
‘The Complete Countryman?’
‘That’s the one. It’s very nice – but so it should be at those prices.’
‘They do have that reputation,’ said Debbie, ‘I’ll make a pot of tea, the kettle’s on.’ Debbie walked through to the kitchen, leaving Barrie with Natasha’s client. He indicated that Gwen should take a seat and perched Natasha’s body gracefully on the edge of a chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. Gwen seemed proud of her new gentleman friend, how would Natasha react to the news?
‘It must be helpful, having a friend to travel with?’
Gwen looked even more pleased with herself. ‘It’s nice to share a bed again. It’s been a long time since dear Harry past on.’
What was this old biddy doing sleeping with a man at the Complete Countryman? Barrie’s thoughts were obviously communicated through Natasha’s expression. Gwen chuckled.
‘No need to look so surprised my dear. I was doing it and enjoying it before you was born. You youngsters seem to think you invented sex.’
Barrie shuddered. He had worked out a way to make it easy for both of them but unless he could convince her there was no need to take new measurements, he would be seeing her with her kit off and he could not stop an image of all that flesh grinding away on top of some poor bloke. It wasn’t something he wanted to see, it fell into the same category as women exposing their midriffs in public. There should be a law against it as far as he was concerned. Any woman over 30 years age or 10 stone in weight who showed her stomach should be locked up, and if she was tattooed – they should throw away the key! He blocked the image of Gwen giving her gentleman friend a good seeing to from his mind, and adopted the conversational tone Natasha would use.
‘Perhaps it’s because it’s all so up front these days Gwen, young people are expected to have pre-marital sex.’
Gwen looked triumphant as she explained that the advent of the pill gave girls the same freedom for sexual experimentation and new partners as the boys. Barrie was quite shocked when she went on to say that she had several new partners after she married. Harry never found out and although she felt a bit guilty at the time, it was nice to try someone different and know for sure that her Harry was the best. Despite himself, Barrie was intrigued and with one of Natasha’s disarming smiles. 'Do you still enjoy sex, Gwen?' Gwen laughed. ‘Enjoy it? I love it! Always have, except my back restricts some of my favourite positions. That’s what I’ve come to talk about.’
‘I don’t think I’m the person to advise you on the best positions Gwen.’
Gwen chuckled and banged the coffee table in a spontaneous expression of mirth. ‘I don’t suppose you are my dear, you only being married for a year. No, what I need is a fancy corset for my love making. I need the support, but I want a bit of glamour for young Geoffrey. Save doing it in the dark.’
‘I quite like dim lighting.’ Barrie was determined to let Gwen see that Natasha was a woman of experience.
‘Ah yes, but not too dim. I like to see what I’m getting from my toy boy.’
‘Geoffrey is younger then?’
‘Only by three weeks, but in my book, that makes him my toy boy.’ Gwen chuckled some more. ‘I’ve always wanted a toy boy.’
What’s all this about a toy boy?’ Debbie walked in with the tea, put the tray down on the coffee table and pulled a chair up to join them.
‘It’s my new gentleman friend,’ said Gwen. ‘The one I was waving to when you let me in.’
‘He’s three weeks younger than Gwen.’ Barrie gave one of Natasha’s giggles.
‘A toy boy is a toy boy. That’s what I say,’ said Gwen.
‘Too right! How do you like it Gwen?’ Debbie poured the tea.
‘That’s what I was talking to Natasha about, my back restricts me, but I can still do it the way I like best.’ Gwen grinned at Natasha. She was deliberately misinterpreting Debbie’s question, but Debbie was equal to her. ‘Is that the position you prefer to have your tea in Gwen?’
Gwen chortled. ‘Oh no, can’t drink tea while I’m in that position. I’d spill it all over young Geoffrey’s testicles. Milk with no sugar please my dear.’
Debbie added milk and passed the cup and saucer over. Barrie picked-up the story. ‘Gwen is looking for something with the support of her medical corset, but more pleasing on the eye.’
‘I want it to be really sexy,’ interrupted Gwen. ‘I need the support for my back, but I don’t want anything restricting at the lower front – if you get my meaning.’
Debbie sipped her tea and nodded. Barrie turned and spoke to her.
‘I wondered if your Classic Diva could be adapted, Debs?’
‘In the duchess satin?’
‘I don’t see why not.’
‘No, neither do I. You could provide Gwen with the extra support she needs and it is definitely glamorous.
Barrie turned his attention back to Gwen. ‘It’s one of Debbie’s designs we showed to the buyer of Naughty but Nice yesterday.’
Debbie stood-up. ‘I’ll fetch it down for you to have a look at.’
Barrie put a restraining hand on her waist. ‘I’ve got a better idea Debs, I’ll put it on and model it for Gwen?’
Debbie assured Gwen that it was not too much trouble as she watched Natasha skip up the stairs. There was something different about her, she was more up front about everything than usual. The Natasha she knew, would have offered to fetch the corset, but never model it, perhaps yesterday’s success had really boosted her confidence, which was not a bad thing.
Barrie had great difficulty controlling a fit of the giggles as he closed the fitting room door. He had hatched a great plan; Natasha would model the corset without any underwear, so Gwen would be able to see for herself if it was likely to impede young Geoffrey’s approach. He stripped off, wriggled into the Diva Corset and admired Natasha’s glorious figure. He placed one hand over her exposed sex and held the other out, as if holding the banister rail. He stepped into Natasha’s high heels, having already decided not to wear stockings, and posed again. The hand would not conceal the fact that she was not wearing knickers and he wanted that to come as a big surprise. He picked Gwen’s file off the bed and held it at a strategic angle; perfect! He turned Natasha’s body to look at the rear. If he did a quick twirl, they wouldn’t have time to realise she was not wearing knickers, then, when he faced them again he would whip away the file.
He walked Natasha’s body slowly and sedately down the stairs. Gwen held a hand to her mouth and whispered. ‘Oh my god, that is so beautiful – so beautiful.’
Still holding the file firmly in place, Barrie executed a perfect twirl. He could see that Debbie was pleased with Gwen‘s reaction and entered into a sales pitch.
‘Natasha will be able to provide the extra support you need Gwen. We are buying the satin in bulk, cherry red and black for the Naughty but Nice orders, so if you want it in either of those colours, we will be able to do you a very good price.’
‘That sounds lovely. I’ll have one of each my dears.’ Gwen coughed, delicately. ‘As long as it’s not too restricting – at the front.’
Barrie was quick to take the cue. ‘I thought about that Gwen and reckoned the best way for you to judge would be to model it…’ He pause mid sentence to whip the file away. ‘…without knickers!’
Gwen put a hand up to her mouth again and squealed. ‘Oh my! Oh my god! Oh how wonderful!’ Then, realising what she had said could be misinterpreted; she hastily tried to cover her embarrassment. ‘I mean – the corset. The corset is so wonderful, not your err um…’ Debbie came to her rescue. ‘But you have to admit it is rather neat Gwen and at least it proves that Natasha is a real blonde.’
Gwen giggled. ‘You’re right there my dear and at least I can see there’s plenty of room.’ She giggled again. ‘Oh dear, what am I saying now? I mean there’s plenty of room for what I want. Oh dear, it’s getting worse.’ She collapsed in a fit of giggles. Debbie grinned. ‘Really Tash – what were you thinking?
Barrie couldn’t very well say that he was thinking of what he was always thinking of. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see…’ Gwen interrupted with more giggles. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself…’ Gwen was clutching the edge of the coffee table with one hand and holding her ample stomach with the other. ‘I simply wanted Gwen to see for herself that the corset would not restrict those activities in any way.’ Gwen’s giggles were subsiding when the doorbell rang and started her off again.
‘That’ll be Geoffrey,’ she giggled. ‘I told him to come back here after he’d visited a few estate agents. Hope you don’t mind?’
‘Not at all,‘ said Debbie.
‘Do you think he’d like to see the corset?’ asked Barrie.
Gwen collapsed over the coffee table. ‘If he sees you like that he’ll have a heart attack – and I don’t want that – I haven’t finished with him yet.’
Rather reluctantly, Barrie took Natasha’s beautiful body upstairs as a giggling Debbie went to the front door.
Geoffrey Manners was plump and jolly with a shock of white hair and a full white beard framing rosy cheeks. Gwen was sitting next to him, looking through a sheaf of property particulars when Barrie rejoined them. He was sure Natasha would approve, they seemed so happy together, but he had difficulty imagining how their stomachs could possibly allow sexual congress. She told them they were thinking about moving back to the Hamsworth area and on the subject of estate agents, she had a bit of gossip for them. Geoffrey placed a restraining hand on Gwen’s knee. ‘I’m not so sure it was him you know Gwen.’
‘It was him alright, lover.’
Geoffrey patted her leg by way of apology. ‘Well, if it was him, he’s lost a lot of hair over the past six years, that’s all I can say.’
‘Trust me, it was him. I had a lot of dealings with Mervyn – until he went off the rails – so to speak.’
‘Which Mervyn are you talking about?’ asked Debbie.
Gwen sighed. ‘I’m not sure you will know him my dears. Quite a scandal it was at the time though.’
‘Upset all the folk in Laburnham Avenue and thereabouts,’ added Geoffrey.
‘And that was after his wife left him because of that call-girl business.’
‘He was running a call-girl business in Hamsworth?’ Barrie had never heard of one.
‘No, not Hamsworth,’ explained Geoffrey. ‘He used to go to London, but his wife was suspicious and had a private detective follow him.’
‘Caught him in the act, so to speak.’
‘Two of them,’ added Geoffrey.
‘Well, there would be two of them.’ Barrie gave one of Natasha’s little giggles as he made the observation. Gwen looked at Natasha and smiled. ‘Two call girls my dear. Mervyn liked that sort of thing.’ Geoffrey laughed. ‘Story did the rounds that his wife wouldn’t have minded if he hadn’t been paying double bubble.’ Gwen gave him a playful dig. ‘She always was a bit of a penny pincher. Just remember, if you ever want to get up to that sort of thing – you don’t have to pay for me.’ The red on Geoffrey’s cheeks spread across the rest of his face.
‘I think you’ve embarrassed him Gwen.’
‘Never,' said Gwen, ‘He’s too thick skinned for that – has to be to go out with me. Anyway it was definitely Mervyn Turner who was staying at the Complete Countryman.'
Squeezing Barrie’s frame into Sam’s small hatchback was much easier than Natasha had anticipated. The relief when she suggested they go in her car must have been obvious, but Sam didn‘t say anything, although she did give her an odd look when she called her Samantha. Barrie obviously never used her full name, which was a shame; Natasha had always thought Samantha a pretty name.
Her flat was on the Industrial estate side of town, less than ten minutes from the office. They approached it down a cul-de-sac of 1960’s built houses with open plan lawns. The area had a pleasant, spacious, well kept feel which the planners had obviously been at pains to continue with the flats built around a large central rectangle of mown grass and well kept shrubs. Sam turned to the right and pulled into an allotted parking space behind the right hand block. She was waiting to lock the car before Natasha had managed to heave Barrie’s body out. They entered a stairwell which served four flats, two ground floor and two on the first. Natasha liked the set-up, it was neat and clean. She followed Sam up the stairs and into flat number 8. The flat looked as if it had been recently redecorated and had what she would describe as a timeless feel to it – definitely not typical 1960‘s.
Sam dropped the car keys into her handbag and placed it on a table in the small hallway, fished the disk from the handbag, kicked off her shoes and skipped lightly into the sitting room. The computer was neatly housed in a bookcase unit and it took only a few seconds to load her programs, a sure sign it had a powerful processor. She turned back from the computer with all the buttons of her blouse undone. Barrie’s penis showed an immediate reaction. She grinned and brushed against it as she pushed past.
‘Come on, let’s get our bonk in first. We can look at the disk and have a bite to eat afterwards.’
Natasha followed her into the bedroom. The curtains were drawn across the north facing window; Sam was obviously a girl who planned ahead. She was down to her underwear before Natasha had hardly made it through the door.
‘Come on Barrie, get a move on, it’s alright for you, but I haven’t had a bonk since last week.’ Wondering which day it would have been the previous week, Natasha struggled to undo the shirt cuff buttons with Barrie’s large fingers before turning her attention his tie and the buttons down the front of the shirt.
‘Let me.’ Sam brushed Barrie’s hands away, and swiftly undid the buttons in descending order. Natasha unbuckled the belt and undid the top button of his trousers to provide access to the last button. Pausing only to give Barrie’s penis an encouraging squeeze, she pulled the shirt from his back and put it on a wire coat hanger behind the bedroom door. Deliberately put there for the purpose? Natasha desperately wanted to make love to Sam. she kicked off Barrie’s shoes, pulled down his trousers and stepped out of the underpants leaving them in a disorderly pile on the floor. She parked his bottom on the edge of the bed to take off his socks, and was confronted by that disgusting thigh support, she wanted to take that off, but Sam was astride Barrie’s body before she could even begin. She was naked now and Natasha thrilled at the smoothness of her skin and the touch of her breasts as they brushed against Barrie’s chest. Her eyes were looking into Barrie’s eyes and Natasha thought they were about to kiss, but Sam did not kiss, she playfully rubbed noses.
‘I want to be on top Barrie – but don’t bother with your socks, I’ll be facing you today. I quite enjoyed it last week, but I don’t want to look at your feet two weeks running and definitely not at your thigh support.’
Natasha laughed as much in relief as anything else. She now knew what Sam was expecting from Barrie. Her comment the previous day about liking to be on top was obviously the case. Sam held onto Barrie’s shoulders, lifted herself up and leant back. Was she going to sit on Barrie’s penis? No; she stood up to let Barrie lay on the bed. Natasha followed her bidding. When Natasha came on top, Barrie always held his penis at the right angle for her. She did the same for Sam as she straddled his body. Sam’s full breasts swung gently as she crawled up to position herself. Natasha looked past the breasts, fascinated as the light fuzz of pubic hair brushed the tip of Barrie’s penis, which looked truly enormous from that angle. She watched the head as it entered, then switched to Sam’s face. Her eyes were closed. She seemed to be concentrating on every small movement as she eased herself on. When it was held tight by her vagina, Natasha took Barrie’s hands away and placed them gently on Sam’s buttocks which were well rounded and smooth. Sam rode the penis slowly, easing it in a fraction on each downward thrust. When at last she achieved full penetration she opened her eyes and gave Natasha a broad smile. Natasha was captivated by that smile, she knew it was meant for Barrie but now she was wishing it was meant for her. Was she in love with Sam because she was in Barrie’s body, or would she continue to feel the same way if and when she returned to her own? She never had those sorts of feelings – sexual feelings – for Debbie, although they had been friends for years and no one could deny that Debbie was attractive. It was just that Sam’s beauty was different. Perhaps it was a reflection of her own colouring and looks with a subtle twist? Perhaps it was wanting to have intimate knowledge of her sexual feelings to compare with her own? Whatever, she was going to take this opportunity to make love properly to Sam; this was not going to be a quick bonk.
Sam was settling into a rhythm but not the sort Natasha was used to. Sam was using the full length of Barrie’s penis, rising up on it until she felt it must slip out before sinking down again. It was slow and methodical and Natasha wondered if Barrie’s penis would suddenly explode and leave Sam unfulfilled. How did he cope with this incredibly intense feeling? The entire length felt as it was on fire. Perhaps that could be the key? She thought about having a cold shower with icy water cascading over his penis. The danger of a premature ejaculation receded, at the precise moment when Sam sat up and started grinding down on Barrie’s penis in short savage strokes. All her teeth showed in a broad grin as she threw her head back and braced her arms on Barrie’s thighs to help pound up and down. Natasha could not recover quickly enough so as Sam let out a squeal of delight and shuddered into an orgasm, Barrie’s ejaculation, as far as Natasha could tell, was still some way off. She felt cheated, as she often did with Barrie, but this was different because it was likely to be the only time she would ever be in bed with the delectable Sam.
‘I didn’t make it Sam.’
Sam leant forward, lifted herself off and touched noses. It was the only sign of affection she made during their love making. It really was just a bonk as far as she was concerned. Natasha should be pleased – relieved – but she wasn’t. She repeated her complaint.
‘I didn’t make it.’
‘What do you mean you didn’t make it Barrie. You always come.’
‘Not today. Could we do it again?’
She frowned. ‘We haven’t got a lot of time. You know very well it has to be a quick bonk. Today was no quicker, why didn’t you come?’
‘I don’t know. If you don’t want to carry on, I’ll understand.’
She rolled off, lay on her back and reached out to paint an imaginary pattern on Barrie’s arm. ‘There’s not much point in having a bonk if we don’t both come. You’ll have to do the work though.’
Natasha turned Barrie’s body towards her, placed a hand on her thigh and ran it lightly over her stomach to her left breast. Her nipple was still hard as his hand brushed across it.
‘Barrie!’ It was a warning. Natasha was getting the message. No fondling or kissing that way it remained no more than a quick bonk. But Natasha wanted more and was determined to make love to Sam.
‘Sorry.’ She moved his hand onto the bed to support his weight and moved his body on top. Sam reached down to guide Barrie’s penis. Strange how that was alright but the stroking of her breast was wrong. Natasha touched Barrie’s nose on hers, the acceptable alternative to a kiss and gently pushed. Sam lifted up to assist entry and seizing the opportunity, Natasha slipped Barrie’s hands under the small of her back and worked them down under her silky smooth buttocks. Now she was in complete control with the ability to adjust the depth of penetration at her will. Sam gasped as Natasha found precisely the right spot with the tip of Barrie’s penis and as she opened her eyes to look at him, Natasha moved Barrie’s head as if to touch noses but kissed the tip of her nose instead, then, before she had chance to protest, kissed her lightly on the lips. She pulled away expecting an admonishment, but none came. Sam looked dreamily into Barrie’s eyes and ran her tongue along her top lip. Gently moving Barrie’s penis around that special spot, Natasha kissed her again. Sam returned the kiss, lightly at first, then her arms entwined around Barrie’s neck and she fastened her lips onto his. It was a long passionate kiss and by the time she let go, Natasha had unconsciously moved to take Barrie’s weight on his elbows, allowing his hands to caress her breasts. She smiled and whispered.
‘Don’t rush Barrie – make it last – for ever.’
Natasha made love to Sam the way she wanted Barrie to make love to her. So, when she felt that he was about to ejaculate, she withdrew and rained kisses over Sam’s glorious breasts and down over her taut belly to breath on her sex and then touch the tip of his tongue on her clitoris. Through gentle circular movements she soon had Sam moaning, and whispering his name in encouragement. Natasha used Barrie’s hands to lightly caress her breasts before sliding them down to place his thumbs next to his mouth to gently part the labia lips and allow his tongue easy access to dip into her before travelling in long sensual licks back to the clitoris. Sam’s soft moans changed to shouts that she was about to come and Natasha moved Barrie’s tongue to concentrate on the base of her clitoris occasionally flicking it lightly over the tip. Sam’s fingers tangled in Barrie’s hair as she frantically pushed down on the back of his head and lifted her hips to explode in a shuddering orgasm.
Without giving pause for her to recover, Natasha retraced the route back to her mouth and kissed her gently on the lips as Barrie’s penis slipped into her wetness. She wrapped her legs around him, using her heels to encourage deep penetration. Natasha knew that if she timed it right, she would be able to bring Sam to another glorious climax. Sam’s smile was one of pure joy as a determined Natasha proceeded with long rhythmic thrusts. However, despite her hope for long slow lovemaking she could not control Barrie’s penis, the thrusts became progressively faster and as Sam screamed in her third moment of ecstasy, the penis seemed to explode deep inside. For several minutes they remained locked in an embrace, silent and still. Sam broke the long silence.
‘That wasn’t supposed to happen. We’re only supposed to have a fun bonk.’
‘Wasn’t that fun?’
‘It was wonderful, but we shouldn’t have let it happen.’
She tried to blink back tears. Natasha gently kissed them away.
‘Sorry Sam.’
Sam sighed. ‘It’ no more your fault than mine Barrie, but what do we do know? I’m not a marriage wrecker. There’s no harm in a bonk, but that was making love and it was wonderful.’ She paused to kiss him full on the lips.
‘I think this will have to be the last time – don’t you?’
Natasha froze in dismay. Of course it should be the last time – that was what she should want as Barrie’s wife, but now, as Sam’s lover she wanted more.
‘It doesn’t have to be. Natasha understands my needs.’
‘I’m sure she does, but she wouldn’t be very happy if she found out about us.’
‘She knows.’ Natasha blurted it out without really thinking.
‘How can she know? Have you told her?
‘No, she just knows.’
Sam disentangled herself from their embrace and looked directly into Barrie‘s eyes. ‘How do you know she knows?’
Natasha realised she had backed herself into a corner and frantically tried to think of an answer. What would Barrie say in this situation? Once, when he’d had a few drinks too many, he had joked with her about having a threesome with Penny. She had laughed it off, but that could be the answer! She spoke slowly and softly, as if confiding a secret which Barrie had been keeping and was vaguely embarrassed about.
‘She suspected there might be someone else and told me she understood my needs – and in fact – expressed interest in taking part in a threesome to show she truly loved me and would not be jealous or possessive in any way.’
Sam showed her surprise but before she could say anything, Natasha pressed on.
Sowing the seeds for a threesome with Sam wasn’t such a bad idea. She would enjoy it and how could Barrie possibly refuse? There was a poetic justice attached to it. Payback for all those times he had cheated on her.
‘How would you feel about it Sam? Would you be able to have sex with another woman?’
Samantha sat up and put the tip of her nose against Barrie’s. ‘It’s everyman’s fantasy to watch two young women make love. You’re a dirty old man Barrie Billingsgate.’
‘You wouldn’t do it then?’
‘I never said that.’ She playfully flicked the head of Barrie’s penis with the index finger of her right hand. It stung and halting a burgeoning erection. ‘Come on – no more time for that, we’ve got work to do.’
They dressed in silence. Sam was quicker and Natasha could hear her rattling plates in the kitchen as she struggled with the buttons on Barrie’s shirt. By the time she walked into the living room Sam was sitting in front of the computer. A kitchen chair had been placed beside hers. Sam pointed to a plate of neatly cut, triangular sandwiches perched on the shallow ledge of the bookcase.
‘It's Cheese and cucumber.’
‘Great. Thanks.’
She gave Barrie a mischievous grin. ‘I’ve had enough meat for one day.’
Natasha couldn’t think of a smart answer, so she simply smiled a loving smile, vaguely aware that she was making Barrie appear foolish. But, she couldn’t help it – she was in love.