Sophie had her first Monday off and enjoyed a day out. She browsed the shops and bought a few little treats with her extra cash. She was a little relieved when Brian and Geoffrey were unable to meet for the day. After their meeting last Wednesday, Sophie was worried the relationship was getting out of control.
On the following Wednesday, rent day, Brian arrived on his own. He told Sophie Geoffrey had gone to Greece to sort out some problems and also visit family. Sophie was torn between wanting to do more and worrying about Mike finding out. Sophie knew it was Geoffrey pushing things along and urging her to take risks. She didn’t stop him briefly fucking her last week, but would probably not have done it on her own. She did get a thrill when Mike insisted on having sex and unknowingly slipped his cock into Geoffrey’s cum.
Alone together, Sophie spoke to Brian and asked if he was OK with how things were going. She wanted to be sure he was happy, as it was he who had originally been so kind to her. Brian assured her he was completely happy and looked forward to their meetings. He also said that he enjoyed sharing the time with Geoffrey, who would ask for things he didn’t dare talk about but enjoyed.
“More importantly, How are you, my dear? Are you sure you are happy? I worry you are not getting any enjoyment out of our meetings.”
“I’m happy, and I get a lot of fun on Wednesdays when Mike gets home. By then, I’m all worked up and turned on, and he gets the benefit too. Mike tells me he loves Wednesdays.”
“I’d love to be a fly on the wall when he gets home. We both would, Geoffrey talked about wanting to watch you before.”
“I don’t think that would be possible, but I have found being watched a turn-on in the past.”
They sat in the kitchen, and Sophie asked him what he would like to do today. Sophie thought Brian looked particularly pleased with himself as they sat. She wondered what he was thinking about.
“How would you feel about moving house?”
Sophie’s heart sank, wondering what she had done wrong to be moved out by Brian.
“Don’t look so worried,” he spoke softly. “It’s a good thing, trust me. Geoffrey wanted me to wait and for us to ask you together, but I can’t wait”
“What do you mean about moving? I am really worried now.”
“Do you know Malay Avenue? The semi-detached houses towards the park end?”
Sophie nodded.
“Well, I happen to own two houses down there, and one is empty.”
“But we can’t afford to rent there. Those houses are twice the size of our flat with big gardens too. It is a kind offer, but we just could not manage the rent.”
“You would be doing me, well, Geoffrey and me, a big favour, to be honest. By meeting you once a week, we are practically giving you back the whole cost of the rent on the flat every month. It would be so much simpler to let you have a much nicer place and say we are keeping the rent the same. You can keep a couple of hundred in cash, too, just so you have your secret spending cash. That way, no cash is changing hands, and you get a much nicer place. Of course, it also helps that you are my favourite tenant as well.”
“What would I tell Mike? He will wonder how we can afford to move and pay the rent.”
“Now, this is where Geoffrey’s genius comes in. The flats are easy to rent, and lots of young couples want them and can afford them. Not so many older families want to rent or can afford the bigger houses. I can either have a big house empty, or I can rent it to someone I like and trust for a lower rent. I can then also rent out the flat to someone else. It is a win-win, as they say.”
“I’m not sure if Mike will believe me.”
“Don’t worry about that; just wait until Geoffrey is back. He can explain it in such a simple way. You know how good he is a talking things over. Let him tell Mike, and it will all be perfect.”
“Yes, but what do you want in return for all this? I enjoy our meetings, but what if you stop wanting to meet?”
“Geoffrey thought of this too and said we should give you a nice long lease and guarantee the rent. I agree with him. I’m starting to see you almost as the daughter I never had, apart from the fun we have, of course. I’d like to think that once a week, we would meet as we do now, and if ever we meet more frequently, we still add a little something like we do now. One day I like to think we might introduce you to another friend or two.”
“Can I think about it? It does sound like a very kind and thoughtful offer.”
“Why don’t I take you around to see the house one day, and then if you like it, we can talk to Mike?”
Sophie nodded and smiled, already dreaming of seeing the twins playing in their garden. Dreaming of them each having their own bedroom. Wondering what her parents would say when they saw her new house.
“Are you OK?”
Brian’s question brought her back to the kitchen. Sophie beamed at him and asked what he would like to do today. She said he could have anything he wanted today.
“Please, would you tell me a college story, something maybe with knickers if you can?”
Sophie thought for a moment; with both of them still fully dressed and Mike not back for up to four hours, she had plenty of time today. She made tea and brought out biscuits, Brian was very partial to a cuppa and a dunk.
“Can I ask what got you into knickers in the first place?”
Brian told her all about his niece. How he and his wife had spoiled her when she often stayed over, almost as if she had two pairs of parents. When she got her first job in an insurance firm, she was transferred to a new office after a few months and came to live with Brian and his wife.
“We would have liked children, we tried, but it never happened,” Brian paused as if this caused him sorrow. Then his face brightened as he went on with telling Sophie.
“She was suddenly so different when she came to stay, so grown up. We thought that was the way girls were after turning eighteen, perhaps. She was still just a slip of a girl, but very pretty though I guess all parents say that. Then she quit the insurance firm and started working evenings. She said the insurance place was boring. She started staying out very late. My wife said her clothes were very expensive. She never had a boyfriend, never brought one home anyway. One day I went up to carry the laundry basket downstairs. As I picked it up, there was a little pair of pretty lacy knickers on the top.”
“I knew they were hers and cannot explain why I was suddenly obsessed with them and hid them in my pocket. I carried the basket down, and my wife sorted and started the laundry. I went upstairs, and my hands were shaking as I took them out and examined them. The thought came to me that she would have worn them last night, and I wondered what she was like.”
“I’d never spied on her or anything. Up until this visit, we had always looked upon her like a daughter. I remember slowly lifting them to breathe in her scent, and that first inhale was intoxicating. I pleasured myself and would borrow a pair at least once a week from then on. I always took care to put them straight back.”
“How long did it go on for?” Sophie was resting her hand on his lap and could feel his cock straining his trousers; the memory was strong for him.
“One day, a policeman called to speak to her, part of some investigation, he said. She moved out in a couple of days. It was in the local papers that the club where she worked had been closed down as it was a brothel or something like it. We never saw her for a long time after that.”
Sophie stroked his cock as it strained in his trousers.
“I can tell you about the girl I shared with after Astrid left, well, about her boyfriend.”
“Astrid was the wild one who brought students back to your room, is that right?”
“Yes, she left after five or six months. She was also having a thing with one of the lecturers, and his wife took exception. Anyway, a couple of weeks later, another girl, really mousey and quiet, moved in to share the room. Her name was Carol her boyfriend was called Tony, though I hardly saw them kiss. Carol’s parents usually drove her home Friday evening or early Saturday morning and back on Sunday night. Carol took all her washing and homework with her.”
“It meant I had the room to myself all weekend, perfect for me. I got all my work and reading done undisturbed. A couple of times on a Friday, Tony would come around, forgetting Carol had already gone. He was nice enough, a bit introverted, but very clever. We would chat for an hour, and off he would go. On one Thursday, I caught him rummaging in her dirty laundry bag, and he was mortified. I threatened to tell her if he didn’t tell me what he was doing.”
I unzipped Brian’s trousers as he lifted himself off of the chair and helped me lower them with his briefs. I noticed he had stopped wearing Y-fronts a couple of weeks ago.
“Tony confessed he would steal a pair of her knickers and keep them over the weekend. He wanked with them and would put them back during the following week. I said he should just be honest and tell her, and then maybe she would just give him a pair every week. I think he was surprised I was so unfazed by it. Remember, I had been sharing with Astrid, so nothing seemed too strange after her. It was much easier for me to get a pair of Carol’s knickers, so I started borrowing them for him.”
“Tony became a regular visitor on Fridays to collect the knickers I got for him. I was becoming more frustrated at having no sex since Astrid left. One Friday, as Carol was getting ready to leave with her Mum, I decided I was going to tease poor Tony. I knew he would call around later. I think I had four or five pairs of knickers in my laundry. Once Carol left, I lined them up on my pillow, waiting for Tony to visit.”
