(Part 01)
Twenty eight year old Paul Ingram was involved with an older woman, a forty year old woman to be precise, who was a beautiful unhappily married, soon to be divorced Carrington Chase educated woman, called Francesca Carrington-Webber.
Paul and Francesca both lived in the village of Forest Dean situated equidistant between Shallowfield and Childean, she lived in a huge house that backed onto the The Forest Ridge Golf Club, and coincidentally Paul worked for the Golf Club.
They became involved after three chance meetings, two on a train and the third more significant one was on the Promenade in Sharpington, where he came upon her small huddled figure on the bench ahead of him in some distress and after some tender moments of consolation lead to them making love in his caravan.
Since that night they had had a non-physical relationship and on the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend some time together they always made the most of it, sometimes they had to create opportunities and sometimes they just happened and sometimes one of them managed to surprise the other but the biggest surprise came on the Halloween weekend when she arrived at his caravan dressed as a witch and announced that not only was she divorcing her husband David but that she was staying the night.
On the rare occasions that they managed to get to spend the night together they always made the most of it but sometimes they had to create opportunities and on occasion it took planning.
But there were even rarer occasions on which there was a combination of the two.
Such as the time they met at the Clayton Manor Hotel on the night of her sisters 4th wedding.
Which began with him gate crashing the wedding reception and ended with him knocking on the door of Francesca’s door and when he was sure the coast was clear.
“Room service” he called and the door opened
“Yes please” she replied and pulled him into the room by his belt and the second the door closed behind him she pinned him to the door and kissed him.
They were still in her bed at 11 am the next morning and would have stayed there all day had she not had to get back for the children.
“That was a masterly piece of planning madam” he said and kissed her as they cuddled under the duvet.
“Do you like all the sneaking around?” She asked
“I like the prize I get for all the sneaking around” he replied
“Do you find it exciting?” Francesca asked
“I suppose so” he said “What about you?”
“I do find it exciting but it’s the anticipation of you that’s the most exciting” she replied
“Why do you ask?” he said
“I need to know if you’d still want me if we didn’t need to sneak” she said and then there was slience
“Are you suggesting we tell everyone?” He asked
“Yes” she said quietly averting her eyes
“I want that more than anything” he replied “I want everyone to know, I want to shout it from the roof tops”
“Really?” she asked with surprise “truly?”
“Don’t you?” he asked and she started to cry
“Whats wrong?” he asked
“I want that too” She sobbed
(Part 02)
Two weeks later, exactly one year to the day after they first met, the long secret affair was no longer a secret as Paul and Francesca told their friends and family.
An announcment which didn’t go down at all well as the news was not well received by anyone.
Her friends, though secretly jelous of her having a toy boy, told her she was behaving foolishly, her family universal condemend her as ridiculous and her ex husband said she was an embarrassment.
Only her sister Adrienne was at all understanding, but she was on her fourth husband and so her judgement regarding relationships was considered iffy at best.
Paul faired little better, his mates all congratulated him for scoring with a milf but told him in no uncertain terms what a dick head he was for dating someone 12 years older than him and someone with children to boot.
His Dad thought he was a bit of a lad and his Mum thought he was digusting.
As a result of the reaction they got, their social circle was severely reduced so they had to be content with each others company, which was no hardship.
But on the plus side Francesca’s children were delighted with the situation and took to Paul imediately and so they became an instant family.
As the months went by and it became self evident that their relationship was not just a passing fad they were gradually accepted, albeit grudgingly, but it was almost a year before they were able to have a weekend to themselves thanks to Francesca’s mum taking the kids for the weekend.
But as luck would have it he had to go into work on Saturday morning, much to their annoyance, but he was expected to be home by two oclock at the latest.
It was a glorious day and very hot, especially for midday but not as hot as he thought the love of his life Francesca was.
He was more than an hour earlier getting to the house than he expected, so he let himself in using his front door key, which not for the first time made him smile.
He was glad he was home early he was looking forward all morning to making love to her and along with his feeling of love he felt immensely proud to be her boyfriend, and wanted to be even more.
He stepped inside and said hello but got no reply so he figured she must be outside in the garden so he walked towards the open French doors.
Paul stood on the threshold and looked out at the beautiful garden but it was not the manicured lawn and well stocked beds that drew his eye.
He could see Francesca on the patio lying face down on a sun lounger wearing a blue bikini.
She had her back tilted towards him and he was about to announce his presence but as his eyes surveyed the glorious body of the woman he loved, the curve of her hip, her waist and the sensual curve of her buttocks, he also noticed that her shoulders were shaking which he deduced indicated she was crying.
(Part 03)
He stepped inside and said hello but got no reply so he figured she must be outside in the garden so he walked towards the open French doors.
Paul stood on the threshold and looked out at the beautiful garden but it was not the manicured lawn and well stocked beds that drew his eye.
He could see Francesca on the patio lying face down on a sun lounger wearing a blue bikini.
She had her back tilted towards him and he was about to announce his presence but as his eyes surveyed the glorious body of the woman he loved, the curve of her hip, her waist and the sensual curve of her buttocks, he also noticed that her shoulders were shaking which he deduced indicated she was crying.
“Whats the matter?” He asked and Francesca jumped and then looked over her shoulder.
“Oh Paul” she exclaimed and got up and hugged him
“Whats wrong sexy?” he asked
“I’m not though” she said hiding her face
“You’re not what?” Paul asked
“I’m not sexy” Francesca said softly
“Well I think you are” he asured her
“Really?” she asked unconvinced still hiding her face
“Really” he replied
“You don’t think I’m dirty?” she asked
“No” he said firmly
“You don’t think that I’m a slutty milf?” Francesca asked
“No, never, why would you even ask that?” he asked and Francesca didn’t reply
“Has someone said something?” he added and she nodded
“Who was it?”
“It doesn’t matter who it was” she replied quietly
“Well screw them whoever it was” he said “because I’m in love with a beautiful woman who just happens to be 12 years older than me and she is the sexiest woman I have ever known, so they will just have to get used to it because I’m not going anywhere”
Francesca slowly lifted her head and looked up over her shoulder at him and smiled.
“Hi beautiful” Paul said and gave her a long gentle kiss
“Do you really think I’m sexy?” she asked
“Very sexy” he said and kissed her passionately and when he had finished he asked
“Do you feel sexy yet?”
“Hmmm” she murmured
“I was hoping you would” he said
“What else are you hoping for?” she asked coyly
“Well firstly I would like to make love to you” he said and kissed her again
“I might be agreeable to that” she said
“And then I would like to become your second husband” he said and kissed her mouth.
“What?” she asked
“I would like you to become Mrs Francesca Ingram”
“You want to marry me?” she asked aghast
“Yes, very much” he said “So what’s the answer?”
“Well” she said and as she walked towards the French doors she discarded her bikini, and as she stood on the threshold with her beautiful body on display
“I think we should go upstairs and discuss our engagement” she said and ran inside giggling.
“I take it that’s a yes then” he called as he ran inside after her.
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