Going for the Triple - Sex Stories

Going for the Triple

... become friends over the years and as Pam’s mobility was no longer what it might be following a failed operation Pam’s friends often dropped in, so again no big deal. A mug of tea was duly produced and I sat down and joined them. “I’m glad you got back a bit earlier Sven,” Pam said, “Nita’s got a small difficulty and has asked for some help. I’ve said yes we will, but she insists that I run it past you first.” Nita blushed a little and looked uncomfortable. Pam carried on, “While I’m away they’re having some new windows put in in Mary’s room.” Mary was Nita’s mother. “The fitters have said that they would like Mary to move out for a couple or three days as some remedial work has to be completed first. So Mary won’t be able to use her room. Most of her things will need to be moved out as well. Nita was just telling me that Mary was going to sleep on their sofa for a week. I said that we wouldn’t hear of it, so Kath and Nita are going to bring some of Mary’s things round here and she can use Ben’s old room, it’s not as if he will mind and I’ve told both Nita and Mary that you’ll be glad of the company.” All I could think of was that it seemed a useful idea and I said so. Nita said, “Thanks, Sven - it’s really very kind of you both, Pam’s been most insistent, but I said that you had to agree as well. Mary’s happy at the thought, she’s not as young as she used to be and I don’t think that she was really looking forward to that old settee…” Then as an after thought, “Oh, and Mary ...

... said to tell you she’ll be very happy to cook for you and won’t take no for an answer.” Inwardly I thought “Oh bugger! that’s any thought of playing while the cat’s away straight out the metaphorical window!” But as you do, I smiled sweetly and said “No probs at all, and Mary’s cooking will be a great change from Pam’s usual.” Which earned me a laugh and a warning dig in the ribs from my best beloved. — 000 — The day before Pam was due to leave Nita and Mary appeared looking a little flustered, I had opened the door to find them there, both obviously concerned. They started talking together, so I held up my hands, stopped them, and said, “Not on the doorstep, come on, in you come, kettle’s just boiled, any problems will wait until we have a cup of tea in our hands.” So in they came, Mary rather fidgety I thought, while Nita just looked worried. Tea poured we sat at the kitchen table. “So what’s the problem?” I asked. “Oh Sven,” Nita started, “The builders have discovered that there’s rather more work than they thought and rather than being a day or two it’s going to be more like a week or two.” My response? “... and the problem is?” Then continuing, “I don’t recall either Pam or I putting any time constraints on things. If you need some help you need some help. Full stop. Won’t make any difference to Pam or I, she’s away and as long as Mary can stand my snoring through two doors or the wall then there isn’t a problem.” I shrugged my shoulders and asked, “Now Mary - if you’re ...