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The Park

The Park A True Story of us when young marrieds. Please do comment and mark. David Many years ago, when we were young marrieds, the wife and I and the 2 kids lived in a high rise block, just on the edge of Central Park in Dagenham in Essex. The whole block was 16 stories high and we lived on the 5th floor. The floor plan of the building was an “H”, the central bar of comprising the lift shafts, stairs and utilities. Each leg of had 3 flats, two bedroom ones in the corners and a one bedroom in the middle. Ours was situated so that the main aspect from the lounge overlooked the park. High rise living is what you do if live in a city (we didn’t) or if cash is short (it was). The flat was well appointed, we suffered little noise from neighbours, a couple of parties over the 6 years we were there but that was all. The bane of living like that was the lifts, a malfunction or a power cut and we have to trudge up and down 5 flights of stairs. And worse, when there was no power, the stairwell was unlit. It was 1972, the height of the miner’s strike and, as well as the 3 day week, the lack of coal led the government to operate a series of planned power cuts in each area to save electricity. The times were well published and most people either stayed away or did not leave home for the duration of the power cut. However, I was shift work and often came home in the middle of a 4 hour long outage. As power demands were low at night, there were no cuts at night but started again in the ...

... morning. We cooked on gas which was not rationed, and got by with candles for illumination. No TV though, double whammy as the government legislated for the TV channels (only 3 then) to stop broadcasting at 10 pm to attempt to get people to go to bed and save even more power. Radio was still broadcasting and the was the period when local radio (a new innovation – still no commercial radio yet) came into its own and BBC Radio London started a phone-in show at 10 pm. I had a radio that ran on batteries so we would switch to that. My wife of 2 years was still young, only just 20, we had married when she was 18 and I was 21. She was large, size 24 with humungous tits and a very willing cunt. We already had had swapping sessions with our friends, the Jones’s, I would fuck Chris whilst Sue had sex with Kerry sometimes in the same room, sometimes in separate rooms. She was on the pill and I knew that semen left in her cunt would not cause any problems. In the middle of the strike I works a week of 2 -10 shift, although we tended to change early and I was usually home just after 10 pm. This week I came home to a power outage which I knew about, parked the motorcycle and ascended the 5 flights to our flat. I had a torch and that was just a quick leap for a fit 23 year old. When I entered the flat it was in complete darkness and I found Sue perched on a chair in total silence, smoking a cigarette and looking out of the window out in to the park. “Your dinner is in the oven.” She called so ...