Prologue.

Following 'Symphony Number One', when Simon was asked to take Sara's virginity, she had set off for University, leaving her mother Anna alone in their luxurious home.

Anna had divorced from her absent husband some two years before, and had devoted all of her energies to nurturing Sara, ignoring her own needs entirely. Having seen Simon's caring introduction of Sara to the 'adult' world, under the guise of her contract for Piano Tutorials, she had asked him to visit her alone at the weekend.

The First Movement.

Simon arrived, somewhat nervously. He was unsure precisely what part Anna wanted him to play, but he was sure that it would not be limited to reviving any musical abilities, as she had vaguely implied. He decided to let her lead the conversation.

She had been the original architect of Simon's contract to fulfil Sara's needs, and had been kept informed of 'progress' by both Sara and Simon; indeed, she had witnessed some of their 'exercises' at first hand. She knew exactly what had happened between Simon and her daughter.

Anna welcomed Simon into the familiar Lounge, where Sara had first sat at the Grand Piano, some weeks ago. She asked him to join her on the sofa, and poured tea for them both. It was clear that she was also very nervous. The cup rattled on the saucer as she picked it up, and she looked over it towards Simon with wide brown eyes (just like Sara!).

He was a little unnerved by their similarities, in fact; they were almost like twins, despite their age difference.

Anna had certainly kept herself fit and Simon wondered whether Sara had modelled herself on her mother, or whether her mother had been driven to keep up with the fashions of her daughter. Either way, it was a little unsettling that they were so similar, and both so beautiful!

Anna sat back and said, “You and Sara certainly seemed to enjoy yourselves together. I know I facilitated it... it just seemed the right thing to do, for my daughter's sake... but I did find myself envying her. She may have been a virgin, but I feel like I've become one over recent years! Is that even possible?”

“My husband was never here, always travelling in luxury with what he called his 'PA', and was not at all interested in me when he did come home. To be fair to him, though, he didn't fight the divorce and was eventually very generous in his financial settlement. He wanted Sara and I to be 'comfortable', but didn't try to get involved in the hard job of parenting her. He left all that to me!”

“Well, I have to say, I think you've done a great job on your own, Anna!” said Simon. “She is a composed and confident young woman, who knows what she wants... she will do very well in life, I'm sure.”

“I think so, too,” said Anna, “but your... input... certainly helped her to overcome a psychological barrier, which she had built up into a major concern. I was very well aware of her anxieties, and you dispelled them all. She has become much more composed and confident, thanks to your ministrations.”

Simon blushed under Anna's unflinching gaze. He knew she had secretly watched him fuck her daughter, but also that she had wanted him to.

“It must be clear what I would like, Simon,” said Anna. “I'm prepared to fund a second contract with you, with myself as the student, this time. I want to clear away the cobwebs around my relationship with Sara's father, and put all those memories to rest.”

She was shocked when Simon simply said, “No, Anna, I couldn't possibly do that!”

It was her turn to blush now. She had laid her cards openly on the table and had been curtly rebuffed. Her body seemed to shrink into itself, and she stared at the floor, stuttering and unable to form her words. 'Was she so unappealing?' she thought.

Simon saw her reaction and quickly said, “No, Anna. You don't understand. I only meant that there was no need for any contract or payment! In fact, I felt very uncomfortable about being paid to tutor Sara, but you both seemed to need a formal arrangement, and I went along with it. If you want us to be friends, and even more than that, I would be very happy! I have no current partner myself, and I would love to spend time with you and become a partner, if you wish. You only have to tell me what you would like from me.”

Anna's head lifted again, and she breathed an enormous sigh of relief, then beamed widely at him.

“Thank you, Simon,” she said. “I think I need to regain my own sexual confidence after such a long abstinence, but there are many things my husband failed at even before we drifted apart. He was never a sensual man, never experimental in any way, and I found myself envying Sara as she described her ecstasy when you went down on her. She had suddenly become more 'experienced' than me, it seemed, because my husband would never do that. I would like to… 'catch up' on all the sensual delights I may have missed in my life, and I cannot think of a better guide than you, Simon.”

They stood facing each other, and held hands lightly.

“It would be my great pleasure to explore with you, Anna,” said Simon, “and I will devote myself to your pleasure too. We should be honest with each other; ask for whatever we do want, and say no to anything we don't. I promise I will never hurt you.”

She almost melted into him. It was her first close physical contact with any man for so very long, and she relished the warmth, the scents, and the feel of his taut muscle against her own soft body. She shivered with the release of all her anxieties about this meeting.

They arranged a series of weekend meetings ahead, to allow for the necessary daily grind of work.

She knew that she had an exciting time ahead.

The Second Movement.

The following Sunday, Anna took Simon on a guided tour of the house and grounds- he had never been beyond the main lounge, apart from his final tryst with Sara in her own bedroom.

As well as the Lounge, with the Grand Piano, there was a smaller Sitting Room, a Dining Room, with a long highly polished table, and a Study, as well as a Bathroom with shower, and of course a luxurious Kitchen.

Up the grand staircase were Sara's bedroom, now empty, a luxurious bathroom and a guest bedroom, and finally he was shown to Anna's spacious bedroom, with its own en suite. It overlooked the grounds of the expansive estate below.

“Wow,” said Simon, “I knew it was a big house, but every room is so luxurious!”

“But it is so empty and soulless now, Simon,” commented Anna, “especially with Sara away at University. I need to fill it with memories to keep me company.”

Simon smiled and said, “We could try to do something memorable in each room, over time... though perhaps not Sara's! I think you saw what happened there, anyway, so you already have a memory for that room.”

Anna shook with passion at the thoughts which crowded her mind. Her memories of Simon with Sara, and the thought of him taking her too. She had not had sex for so long... not REAL sex... and here she was, discussing filling her house with sex!

Without any hesitation, Anna said, “Where would we start, Simon, and how soon?” Her face had lit up with a glow of anticipation, and Simon didn't want to disappoint her now.

“I think we should begin with something you have missed all these years, and even before,” said Simon. “Would you like me to go down on you? I love the taste, the aroma and the feel of pussy. It would be my greatest pleasure to bring you to an oral climax before I fuck you. It will make sure you are wet and open, and fully receptive to my cock... I don't want to overstress you when you have been so limited for so long, though I'm sure you must have played with yourself very many times.”

“I would love you to do what my husband never did, Simon! Indeed, no-one has ever done that for me, even though he did insist that I suck him off sometimes,” said Anna.

“I would love you to do that in his Study, spread across his desk, while you sit in his chair and service me!It would be a sort of... revenge? I could picture him watching us in his private Study, while you - my stud! – make me scream in a way he never did. Even that thought is making me dripping wet, Simon. Oh, can we do that right NOW? I really want to drive my husband's ghost out of every corner of this house and replace him with memories of you, memories of pleasure.”

“Of course,” he replied, “we can do whatever you want, whenever you want!” He took her hand to lead her back downstairs to the Study, where a comfortable leather swivel chair sat in front of a large mahogany desk, facing the doorway.

Anna laughed and said, “He used to sit there and try to intimidate me, when I came into this room! I just wish he could see us here now.”

“Forget all about him now,” said Simon. “Think only of your own pleasure, Anna.”

Simon sat in the self-important chair, and swivelled to face Anna, who stood close.

She planted her feet firmly and fixed Simon's eyes while she unbuttoned her simple white blouse, and peeled it away. He was not surprised to see her firm erect nipples because he had seen their impression in the thin fabric already. He was surprised, though, how different Anna's breasts were to Sara's. Anna's were larger and a little heavier, but her nipples were like tight walnut buttons set in small areolae, compared to Sara's more expansive pink nipples.

He could not resist leaning forward to take them, each in turn, into his mouth, while his hands supported her breasts. His tongue played around their hard tips. Anna threw her head back and moaned, pressing Simon's head against her. Then his hands slid down her waist to unclasp her skirt; she gave a little wiggle of her hips and it fell to the floor, pooling around her feet.

She wore a tiny pair of silk panties. Simon slipped his fingers inside at each hip and rolled them down as she opened her damp thighs to release them for him. Again, he was surprised by what he saw. Sara had told him that her mother had helped her to completely remove any trace of hair, but Anna herself was prepared in a more sophisticated way, he thought. A glance showed him that her pussy lips were indeed hairless, but she had a dense thicket of curly black hair shaped neatly into a triangle, which pointed straight down towards her clit and pussy.

He breathed in the aroma of arousal which flooded from her, and sighed with pleasure. Her pussy was already wet, and glistened with dewdrops of her honey, shining in the evening sunshine streaming through the window.

Anna looked down at Simon anxiously, looking for any sign of dissatisfaction, but there was no hint of that on Simon's beaming face. He was delighted with the view.

He led her to perch on the very edge of the desk, facing him, and raise her feet to rest either side of his thighs, on the swivel chair.

Anna shivered with anticipation when he leaned forward, and she felt his hot breath on her wet pussy. She wanted to grasp his head and force him against her, almost inside her, but she knew that he was the master at this, and she had to let him take the lead.

Anna laid back on the cold hard wood of the desk, and played with her own breasts, still damp with Simon's saliva.

She jolted slightly at the first touch of Simon's mouth. She could feel him approaching as his breath grew stronger on her pussy, but when his lips finally kissed hers, she almost screamed. When she first felt his tongue slide along her slit, and flick her hard clit, she had to bite on her fist to keep control.

Simon slid his hands along her inner thighs until his fingertips reached Anna, then teased her outer lips apart to reveal the darker folds beneath. He spread them wide, and his tongue darted inside the wet well of her cunt, and this time she could not suppress a squeal of delight.

He lifted his head briefly, just to say, “Relax, Anna. Let yourself go and relish the feelings, don't fight them.”

Then he returned to his task, licking her lips full length, up to her clit, and taking it between his lips, sucking it into his mouth as though he were sucking on a straw. At the same time, his fingers parted her, and one long elegant finger pressed slowly into her cunt. He moved slowly, oh so slowly, in and out of her, and curled his finger up inside her, exploring her inner walls.

A second finger joined the first, and he spread them against the tight grip of her cunt, while she gasped at the stretching sensation. He slowly moved his two fingers in and out of her, and when he felt her relax slightly, he startled her by trying to insert a third finger. That proved too difficult, so he focused on her clit with his mouth, while just a single long finger moved in and out, searching inside her.

He licked and sucked along the length of her pussy, and she jolted when she felt his tongue probe firmly inside her, while his fingers took over duty at her clit. Anna was in heaven, she thought! So many unfamiliar sensations were coursing through her body, with every kiss, lick, stroke and probe. She could not control them for ever, and her hips began to rock back and forth against Simon's mouth and fingers. She wanted this to continue forever, but knew that a storm was brewing inside her, and would have to be released soon.

It came upon her suddenly.

Her body convulsed, and her arms drummed on the desktop, while her thighs and belly shivered, and her breasts shook. She gushed her juices and shouted loudly, “Fuck, fuck, FUUCK!” while she grabbed Simon's long hair, tangling her fingers through it, to pull him closer.

When she calmed enough to release her grip on Simon, he sat back. She sat up on the desk, and her juices spread in a pool between her thighs, staining the polished mahogany desk an unfamiliar colour.

Simon noted this, and Anna looked down between her thighs, and smiled broadly. “That's great,” she said. “It will be a permanent reminder of how you freed me from the past, Simon. That was such a wonderful experience... I will be able to relive it just by looking at the stain on my husband's desk. Thank you so much!”

Simon stood, in both senses, between her knees, and she stared at the hard cock straining out of his briefs. He quickly stripped naked, and she admired his firm body.

“I really want you to fuck me now, Simon, but can we do that upstairs in the bedroom I used to share with my husband? I can hardly wait, can you? I'd love you to fuck me from behind, as deep as you can... that's something else he very rarely did!”

“Whatever you want and wherever you want,” said Simon, “but it will have to be very soon!” He guided her to her feet, pushing her towards the study door and out into the entrance hall.

Anna was still a little shaky and unsteady on her feet, leading him towards the grand staircase up to her bedroom, and anxiously pulling him along behind her. As she reached the bottom step, she stumbled and fell headlong onto the stairs. Simon fell onto her and almost into her. She shouted in shock, but Simon had a soft landing, his erect cock pressing between the cheeks of her ass, before he could lift himself off her again.

“Oh my God, Simon,” she said. “I can't make it upstairs! Just fuck me here, now, please, please!”

He pulled her hips up roughly, so that she knelt on the bottom step, while he knelt on the carpeted floor of the Entrance Hall, and placed his cock between her legs. It found its own way easily to her dripping, gaping pussy and the head located swiftly in the opening of her cunt. He looked down to see his full length poised to enter her, and said, “Are you ready, Anna? You really want me to fuck you here?”

Anna almost screamed, “Yes, Simon, yes,” and without any further hesitation he slammed his rigid cock to full depth inside her, making her squeal loudly as he struck against her cervix. She thought she might be split in two, but she had been well lubricated by their preparations in the Study.

That first thrust lifted her hips and pushed her knees one step up the staircase. Simon followed with another deep thrust, and again they moved together up a step. They rose halfway up the staircase in this way, until Simon thought he could hold back no longer.

Anna half-lifted and pressed her hands against the higher steps, to resist their inexorable rise up the stairs; she squealed as she took the full force of each hit into her. The air was forced out of her lungs in loud gasps each time he reached full depth, his belly slapping hard against her wet ass.

At last, it was Simon's turn to shout out as he gave one last almighty thrust, and roared as he flooded her with his cum. She shook as she felt him pumping, spurting, filling her, until he was completely emptied, and he fell against the soft cushion of her ass.

It took them some minutes to recover and find a comfortable position on the staircase, but eventually they managed to kiss lightly.

“Well, that was a new way to go upstairs,” said Simon, “but I couldn't have waited a moment longer.”

“Nor me,” said Anna. “I think I will have to crawl the rest of the way to the bedroom! I am so tired!”

They did literally crawl to her bedroom, leaving a trail of cum up the stairs as it dripped from her overflowing pussy. It was as much as they could do to lift themselves onto her bed, cover themselves, and fall soundly asleep until morning.

When the morning sunshine woke them, she beamed as bright as the sun, and said, “Thank you, Simon, I had a wonderful evening with you.... it was everything I had dreamed of.”

“So you didn't mind that we failed to get to your bedroom as you had wanted?” said Simon.

She laughed, and said, “No, it was even better as it all happened. It was so... animalistic! Just as it should be, in the heat of passion. And anyway, we're in my bed now, with a new day ahead! I can tell that you're already hard again, this morning!”

“I am, naturally,” said Simon, “but after the exertions of yesterday, should we take a shower together before we do anything else?”

So they adjourned to the en suite bathroom, and took turns washing each other meticulously, in every crevice. Anna took particular care to clean Simon's erect cock and study every pulsing vein from every angle. She loved that he allowed her to explore him and study him, in ways she had never been able to explore a man before.

Their hands searched each other, and soaped every part, before rinsing off in the hot stream of the shower. They gently dried each other, then returned to Anna's bed.

“I do have to go to work today!” said Simon, “but somehow, I don't think you're going to let me go, until you've relieved me of my morning wood.”

“Well, it would be a waste, I think!” said Anna. “We don't have to be too energetic about it today. I wouldn't want to send you off to work already exhausted. So why don't we just cuddle and take things slowly? My husband used to fuck me in the missionary position here, so I'd like to feel how different it is when you do that, Simon.”

“Fine,” he said, and drew back the covers, to expose her naked body in all its glory.

He lay alongside her, and played his fingers over her body, lightly and then firmly, and then lightly again. He stroked her thighs, her belly, her breasts, and took each of her beautiful hard nipples into his mouth.

He placed one hand inside each knee and prised her thighs apart, while she teasingly pretended to resist.

Rolling between her legs, he slid his cock back and forth between her wet, swollen pussy lips, until she demanded that he enter her. She angled her hips to capture him and make sure he was located at her cunt. Then she luxuriated in the feeling of his cock entering her slowly, so slowly, stretching her wide and filling her with his throbbing manhood.

She relished every inch until she was completely full, and he could go no further.

Then she wrapped her arms around him, angled her hips, and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him deep inside her. He could feel her muscles rippling around his cock, squeezing and milking him. It was clear that she had kept herself very fit, despite her lack of partners in recent years.

They moved together sinuously, their bodies writhing against each other to extract every ounce of sensual pleasure from their entwinement. Every movement was a thrill, like an electric tingle, and they prolonged their pleasure as much as they could.

Eventually, though, they just had to pick up the pace, and build themselves towards a climax. It was a very different climax to the ones they had experienced in the Study, and on the Staircase, the previous day. Less urgent, perhaps, less dramatic, maybe, but a more leisurely coming together of deep pleasure washing through them both.

They lay interlocked for a while, while both relaxed, then Simon rolled aside.

“I really do have to go to work,” he said, “but we will get together again next weekend?”

“Yes!” enthused Anna, “We still have so many rooms to exorcise! I'm looking forward to each one...”

And so they parted for the week, but both were plotting the next weekend already!

The Third Movement.

Simon arrived on Saturday night, having recovered from a week's work.

Anna was already waiting for him and wanted to talk about what she hoped to do this weekend. She was clearly keeping a tally of what they had done together, and where.

So far, she listed him eating her out on the desk of her husband's Study, before fucking her from behind on the Staircase. She admitted that that had been an impromptu engagement, when they were actually heading for her Bedroom, but they had got there eventually, and fucked in a leisurely, if conventional, way the next morning, after a sensual shower.

She had decided that she should give Simon a blow job today, in return for his attention in the Study, but beyond that she just envisaged more fucking in different rooms.

Simon had his own thoughts about that but kept them to himself for the time being. He was certainly not going to refuse the offer of a blow job by this beautiful woman!

“I think the Dining Room would be most appropriate, don't you, Simon?” smiled Anna. She took him by the hand and led him there immediately, obviously anxious to fulfil the task she had set for herself. She was a little concerned about his size, just as Sara had been, but she felt confident that she could accommodate him satisfactorily.

They went into the Dining Room together.

Simon leant against the polished table, and Anna pulled up a dining chair in front of him, to sit down. “Mmmm,” she said, “I can see your bulge already! Can I free you, Simon?”

He nodded silently, and she pulled his trousers open and down to the floor. As she did so, her head brushed his cock, and the head almost leapt out above the waistband of his briefs as the elastic gave way to his urgent pressure. She smiled broadly and pulled the elastic away, to relieve him, then swiftly worked his briefs down too. This time she purposely nuzzled her head against his proud cock, feeling it rub against her ears, across her cheeks, and under her chin. It left a slight trail of pre cum wherever it went.

She sat up and admired him again, teasing his balls with her fingertips. Then looked up and extended her tongue towards him, saliva gathering at the tip in anticipation. She pressed the tip lightly at the base of his column, between his tight balls, and slowly licked upwards until she reached the rim of his head, then down again one side, then back up the other, coating his shaft liberally with her saliva, until it glistened with her wetness.

Simon remained motionless while she indulged herself, playing her lips and tongue around his shaft, following the lines of his throbbing veins with her tongue-tip. Then she held his balls more firmly in her hands, squeezing gently, and feeling their urgency. Her lips moved up his shaft, eyes fixed on his, until she tipped her head over the swollen crown and encircled it tightly with her lips. She sucked deeply on it and swirled her tongue around it, her pointed tongue-tip trying to probe the source of his oozing pre cum.

“My husband used to enjoy this,” said Anna, “ but I never enjoyed it as much as I am now! You are bigger than him, but you are harder too, there is such an urgency in your cock... it feels like a steel core, but coated in delicate soft skin and throbbing veins of blood. It is a remarkable instrument! Is there a musical instrument you should suck on, Simon, or do they all have to be blown?”

Simon laughed and said, “Do whatever comes naturally Anna, and I probably will too!”

She indulged herself a little longer, but one hand slid down between her legs, pulling her panties aside to allow a finger to play her clit, and venture between her wet pussy lips.

Her mouth enveloped Simon again, and she sucked harder than ever on the sensitive head of his cock. She had to rise from her seat and bend at the hips so that she could take him further inside, pressing against her tongue and cheeks, pressing towards her throat, until she could go no further without gagging. She withdrew him and said, “I don't think I can take you into my throat, Simon; I would choke!”

“That isn't necessary, Anna,” he said. “Just enjoy yourself, and I assure you I will enjoy it too. It won't be long before I have to let loose, though!”

Anna grinned up at him, then took the bulbous head wholly inside her mouth, while she wrapped one hand tightly around the base, pressing down against his balls, and another hand around the shaft, below her mouth. While she sucked and sucked urgently, and rather noisily, she squeezed her hands tightly around him and pumped up and down on his cock, up and down.

It was only a matter of minutes before Simon had to grasp her head and hold her still while she felt his balls tighten and throb, his shaft pulse with cum, and the head swell even more inside her mouth, before the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. It hit with such ferocity, and in such volume, that she almost choked, but she quickly gulped, swallowed and breathed before the next pulse struck home.

His thighs shook as he tried to restrain himself from thrusting more deeply into her throat, but he succeeded and allowed her to have control of him.

She was astonished by the volume of cum and the number of spurts, but she swallowed one after another, and hardly a drop was spilled! Simon held her head tight while she did, and only loosened his grip as his pulses of thick cum eased. She loosened her own grip on him too, and withdrew his cock, allowing only a very slight dribble of cum to escape from her lips.

She looked up at him and beamed with pride. She shivered slightly as she said, “That was extraordinary, Simon. I loved it!” and she licked her lips, relishing the sweet saltiness of his cum.

Simon raised her to her feet and said, “I will need a little time to recover from that, Anna! It would help me, if I could return the favour right now, I think, if you're ready for that.”

Anna gulped and said, “You mean...” but she knew exactly what he meant!

She took his place, and he sat on her dining chair, still damp from her excitement. She leaned back on the dining table while Simon leaned forward, spreading her thighs and pulling her wet panties to one side.

He pressed his face against her, breathing her aroma deeply, while his fingers probed her and his tongue explored her wetness. He could already feel his cock responding to the stimulus of her pussy, and Anna noticed too.

He drew her panties down to the floor, and she shivered with the memories of the Study when he licked her pussy lips full length, and sucked her clit between his lips. She was still excited from the taste of Simon's cum, and it took very little encouragement from his tongue and fingers to bring her back to the edge of quivering orgasm again.

Simon looked up and said, “Is that enough for the dining room, Anna?”

She said, “No, I want you to fuck me properly now!” and suddenly slid forwards to sit astride him on the dining chair. She was so wet that his cock entered her easily, at least halfway.

Simon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Then he supported her thighs and astonished her by standing up from the chair. She slid fully down onto his rigid cock with a jolt, and she squeaked with shock. She was supported by his strong hands and by his strong cock, and he kissed her fully, deeply, on the mouth. She tasted her own juices on his lips, and he tasted his own cum on hers. As he moved, her clit was forced against the base of his thick cock, and every step he took caused waves of pleasure to surge up through her body.

She didn't know his intentions, but she didn't care; she was in ecstasy as he turned and carried her towards the door, and she clung tightly to him with arms and legs wrapped around him.

He walked from the dining room to the adjacent kitchen and carried her towards the central kitchen 'island'. When he reached it he raised her ass to rest on the cold marble surface; it was a slight shock to her and she gasped.

Resting there allowed him to relieve himself of the full weight of her body, and he began to withdraw slowly from the depths of her cunt, then slowly impale her again. His strokes became faster, deeper, more urgent and she rocked her hips against him as he thrust inside her again and again.

This was his 'second coming' and it took a little time to build to a climax, but for Anna, it was the next in a series of orgasms which had begun when she swallowed his cum. Each orgasm had been a little different in nature, but now she had built to an almost continuous series of orgasms, one after the other, as Simon pumped relentlessly in and out of her.

She was shaking on the marble worktop, while Simon fucked her deeply; her juices were escaping everywhere as her body was rocked by wave after wave of pleasure.

Finally, Simon shouted with one last deep thrust, which forced her backwards, and released his second load inside her. His knees trembled and his legs shook; he thought he might fall to the floor, but slowly withdrew and leaned forward to kiss and suck on her hard brown button nipples, while she clasped his head against her.

He stepped back and helped her down from the cold marble surface, leaving a pool of their mixed juices, dripping from the edge. She clasped her body against him and they almost melted together as their bodies calmed from the stress of fucking.

“Time to rest, I think,” said Simon, and led her by the hand up the Grand Staircase, and this time to the Guest Bedroom, which had so far remained unused. Tonight, though, they could only roll beside each other and sleep.

The next morning, Simon was re-energised, and his morning erection stood proud, lifting the sheets high. Anna was also refreshed, and took a great delight in teasing Simon's hardness.

She lay alongside him and drew the sheet back to reveal him in all his glory, and her eyes shone with carnal lust.

“My husband would usually just fuck me while I lay beneath him,” she said. “I would like to take control this time, Simon, if you are happy just to lie there?”

Simon chuckled and laid flat on his back, saying, “Do with me as you will, Anna!”

So she did.

She swung one leg over his prone body and wriggled to straddle his hips, pressing his cock down against his belly. She placed her hands on his chest for leverage, and felt the length of his cock locate along the groove between her wet lips, then slid back and forth along it. She jolted each time the swollen head pressed against her erect clit and gasped.

Sitting up, she placed her full weight on him, forcing his cock against herself, while she slid backwards and forwards, time and time and time again.

Simon watched her enjoying herself, with her eyes closed tight. They sprang open wide when he reached up to fondle her breasts and tease her hard nipples with his thumbs.

“Mmm, I'm sorry, Simon,” she said. “I was in another world, just enjoying the sensation of being in control of you, knowing I could do whatever I wanted to you!”

She leaned forward, her breasts against his chest, and wriggled her hips sensually. She wanted to capture his cock without using her hands. And she grasped Simon's wrists to force them above his head, while she rocked her slippery wet pussy against him.

Simon twitched his cock as she slid along him, and she gasped as she felt the head engage with her cunt, and stopped still. She twisted and turned on him, slowly enveloping his cock, until the first inches were securely held.

Then she sat up above him, forcing his cock vertical between her thighs, and groaned loudly as she looked down to see the length still waiting to enter her. Slowly, so slowly, she eased herself down onto him, feeling him stretch her wide once more.

When she was fully impaled, she twisted her hips from side to side, literally screwing him, while his cock head pressed against her cervix, massaging it firmly. She continued this for minutes, while Simon luxuriated in the sensations.

But she could not wait forever, and Anna began to ride up and down on his cock, risking it slipping out, then forcing him hard and deep back inside her. Each clash with his body sent shock waves through her clit, to spread through her entire body.

She began to shiver and shake, but did not want to stop pounding him, despite the agony of pleasure she felt from each stroke. She rode him harder and harder, faster and faster, until she could bear it no longer, and screamed out loud while she forced him inside herself for the last time, pressing hard against his body, trying to get his cock even deeper inside her.

Her cunt convulsed around him, squeezing, sucking, drawing him inside her.

Simon could resist no longer either, and released his cum deep inside her. Her cunt tried to suck it all in, but inevitably much flowed from her, down over his balls and between his thighs.

When his own convulsions had passed, Anna collapsed on his body, and they both lay still until their breathing returned almost to normality.

They kissed and dozed together a while, then Simon said he had to leave soon. They stumbled to the shower and helped each other again, to wash every area of each other's bodies.

He would return next weekend, of course.

Anna said, “I think we are doing very well with the exorcism, Simon! I will have to take stock of our achievements, so far, but I don't think there can be many rooms still harbouring my husband's ghost now! Wherever I go now, I will remember you... us... rather than him; thank you so much.”

The Fourth Movement.

Simon arrived at the grand house again, and noted that autumn was drawing in, frosting the grass of the lawn. He shivered a little, because he had come lightly dressed, knowing that he would probably not remain dressed at all for very long.

Anna welcomed him in and said she would have to build a fire to warm part of the house. It was heated, but inadequately really, just because it was such an old house.

She asked him to help her build a fire in the sitting room, for warmth and comfort later that evening, and he happily obliged. He brought in the firewood and stacked it expertly in the open fireplace, before lighting it in several places. Anna said they had better leave it awhile, to establish itself fully, and they moved to the lounge.

Simon went to the grand piano and asked whether Anna would like him to play a few notes. He sat and played fluently, his fingers dancing over the keys, and she was entranced by the swift movement of his hands, playing the keyboard as dextrously as he had played with her body.

She sat on the piano stool, where her daughter had described her first sight of Simon's cock, and that thought crowded her mind. Both Simon and Sara had told her what had happened between them, and sitting where her daughter had, Anna felt the thrill of being a young virgin again, discovering Simon's manhood for the first time.

She had actually witnessed her daughter sucking Simon's cock, in this very spot, and had tried to silently suppress her own excitement, though with limited success. She had not witnessed her daughter's orgasm brought about by Simon's oral attentions, but now she had experienced his skills for herself.

They had talked about the remaining areas of the house to be exorcised, and Anna had agreed that Sara's bedroom should not be included. She knew, from both Sara and Simon, that that room had been where Sara had lost her virginity to Simon. Indeed, she had secretly watched through the half-open door, but had never admitted that.

Simon suspected it, but had not enquired further.

It seemed that the Sitting Room was the only remaining room to be 'treated'. Anna admitted that she had never had sex with her husband there, nor had she in the kitchen or dining room, and they had created their own memories there already!

So they stood and hugged closely, thinking that this was perhaps their final exercise. Then they entered the sitting room where the log fire now blazed happily, warming and lighting the room with a flickering orange glow.

Anna and Simon undressed each other sensually, slowly. The firelight seemed to enhance Anna's beauty to Simon, while she admired the glow of his body and his flexing muscles.

She guided him to lie on the Persian carpet in front of the fireplace- not too close, for fear of flying sparks!- and straddled his body once more, but this time faced his feet.

She wriggled upwards to present her open pussy for Simon's mouth to tease, while he played with her breasts hanging over his belly, pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts hard.

Anna sat up on Simon's face, while he probed her cunt with his long tongue, and she rocked her hips back and forth over his mouth. Her breathing became deeper and faster as her hips moved over Simon, until she could hold back no longer, and she gushed over him, squealing with pleasure.

As that climax subsided, she folded forwards to take Simon's hard cock into her mouth, as deep as she could, but her tremors made her gag. She slid down his body and forced his cock upwards to penetrate her cunt to its fullest extent, then began to ride him, slowly at first.

Simon was enjoying the sight of Anna's ass pumping up and down on his cock, and still savouring the tastes of her pussy, but trying to hold back as long as possible.

She seemed determined to make him cum, riding him harder and faster, breathing harder and faster, until she screamed again and locked herself on him, her cunt gripping him tight, trying to milk him.

Simon resisted, and she collapsed on him, lying along his legs. She had to lift off his hard cock gently, because her pussy was so sensitive, and looked over her shoulder at him. He wriggled free, leaving her on all fours, and knelt behind her.

“Now, I am going to be in control, Anna,” he said. “This is our final fuck in this house, and it has to be truly memorable.” So saying, he forced the full length of his cock back inside Anna's dripping, throbbing cunt, pushing her shoulders down to the floor, and lifting her hips from the ground with each forceful thrust into her.

Thrust after thrust slammed deep into her, and she began to scream with each stroke.

Simon could bear it no longer, and gripped her hips with both hands while he slammed inside her again and again. Finally, her loudest scream of the evening heralded an explosion of cum inside her, which seemed to go on forever, before they both collapsed in an ungainly heap in front of the flickering fire. They were both soaked in sweat and gasping for breath.

They rolled aside and away from the fireplace, to breathe and recover themselves.

Eventually, Anna said, “Simon, that was a magnificent climax to our plans. I hope it will not be our last!”

“It certainly won't!” said Simon. “I have thought of somewhere else to christen, but that will have to be tomorrow.”

Before Anna could find out what Simon meant, he had fallen asleep, and she followed soon after, puzzling over where she might have forgotten, but no ideas came to her.

When they woke and showered, before breakfast, Anna was still intrigued by Simon's last comment and wanted to know what he had meant. She thought they had made their mark everywhere, except perhaps Sara's room, but that was a 'no go' area, they had agreed.

She asked Simon what he had meant, and he smiled conspiratorially.

“Well, I do have a love for the open air,” he said, “and it occurs to me that you have very extensive grounds and gardens here. We could spend the rest of our lives finding new spots to fuck, I think!”

“Wow,” said Anna, “I hadn't thought of that! My husband would never have dreamed of fucking outdoors, even if there was no risk of being seen. These grounds are entirely private, so we could roam wherever we wanted. Do you really want to do that, Simon?”

“I certainly do,” he said, “ and there's no time like the present! I think we should strip naked and go out in the morning sunshine right now!”

“My God,” said Anna, “just the thought of doing that is making me wet already. It is cool and crisp out there now, but the sun is warming... it would be a real adventure, Simon!”

And so, they emerged naked together into the autumn sunshine, and cuddled together. Holding hands, they explored the grounds and gardens for excitement, and there was no shortage of ideas. The open lawns and grassland, the various benches with open vistas, the woodlands with ancient trees to lean against.

They were befuddled with choice, but both liked the idea of Simon fucking Anna against an ancient, wise oak-tree, not far from the house.

Simon pressed her against the rough bark of the trunk, and she giggled as he lifted her thighs around his waist, feeling his hard cock exploring between her legs. It soon found its natural home, and he lowered her onto his thick cock again, pressing her against the tree with a single thrust inside her. Her back was scratching against the rough bark, even though he moved gently and slowly in and out of her. It was clear that the discomfort was distracting her.

As he had done before, he lifted her, still impaled on his cock, and walked towards the house, up the stone steps to the front door.

Anna asked where he was going; she had thought the plan was to have sex outdoors.

Simon stopped at the impressive oak door to the house and said, “This is literally outdoors, Anna. But the door is smoother than the natural tree trunk!”

He pressed her body against the front door, supporting her thighs around his waist, and resting her body on his strong cock, embedded inside her. She grinned and said. “Are you going to ring my bell, Simon?”

She reached out and pulled on the handle, which rang the doorbell loudly, while she rocked her hips on Simon's cock, and he thrust into her, pressed hard against the oak door. It did not take long for them both to cum and sink down onto the doorstep in a tangle.

They slowly disengaged, laughing hard at their adventure.

Later that evening, they were in a more contemplative mood. They had achieved the objective Anna had set out for them, to create memories throughout the house (and grounds!) which would overwrite any memories she had of her previous life with her husband.

Now, it seemed, they needed to address their own future.

Epilogue.

They were both keen to maintain their loving, sexual relationship, but Simon had proven to be averse to formal commitment, and Anna did not simply want a replacement for her husband.

There was the added complication of Sara, who might or might not return from University. She was yet unaware of the relationship that had developed between Simon and Anna, and both of them were unsure how she would react, given that Simon, with Anna's complicity, had relieved Sara of her virginity.

They committed themselves to a deep friendship, no doubt with frequent 'benefits' to be taken, but agreed to bide their time and see how things progressed. Their first decision was to take a holiday, spending time exclusively together, to see how they fared.

If they could tolerate each other twenty-four hours a day for maybe a month, perhaps then a permanent connection was possible, but the issue of Sara would remain. They would see what developed over time.