This is a story. The characters and situations are fictional, It describes the attainment of those situations, It does not describe the minutiae of the Sex act. Anyone wanting realism is in the wrong section. Anyone needing to believe the contents are in need of help.

Synchronicity in the rain.

It was raining, it at all times does when your car breaks down at night.

I drive a car. I have no interest in the mechanics of the thing. The breakdown business said they’d get to me in two to three hours. That was ten minutes ago and already I was bored.

The boredom stopped when a miracle in a large car stopped and a female voice with a northern accent asked if I needed help.

I explained the situation, she offered me a lift to the nearest town which was her destination anyway.

I threw the key onto the seat of my hire car and climbed into a luxurious cabin which had a faint aroma of perfume. The woman was a cheerful redhead who obviously liked to chat and wasted no time in discovering who I was, where I was from, where I was going, and why.

“I am Arnold, short version is Arno which is Afrikaans: I Grew up South Africa, Germany and France because dad was in the diplomatic corp.. I’m twenty-five, single, and intend staying that way. I am five ft ten inches tall and well-built. I have no trouble getting women into bed, but only the ones who weren’t about to make it difficult anyway. I like to think that this is because I have never tried actually courting someone.

I am a jobbing actor. This means that I travel the country looking for work. I am not, and probably never will be, star quality. I really do not want to be, because that is hard work and once on that treadmill it can be a nightmare to stay on, or even get off safely.

I make a reasonable living because I am reasonably proficient. I am on my way to audition for a part in a stage play and I think I am probably wasting my time because they are looking for someone who can sing and that is not something at which I excel.”

She was quiet for a short while then a service station sign appeared and without a word she turned into it and parked.

“You are a miracle. Please come with me, I haven’t eaten since lunch, I need a loo and I need to have a serious talk with you. You just might be the miracle I need in answer to a difficult situation.”

She bought dinner, which consisted of gammon steak, eggs and chips, thankfully without the pineapple rings.

She produced a company card which identified her as Maureen, Her company was in the provision of luxury and delicate fabrics from Asia and the Middle East together with accessories to suit. There were two outlets named, together with ‘phone numbers.

“I am about to make you a proposition that, if you accept, will make you comfortably well off and there may well be fringe benefits from the business. What I am about to tell you is sensitive and private and I am trusting that you will not reveal anything I tell you, regardless of the outcome of my proposal.

I am the sole proprietor of the business. I started it, I developed a series of connections to overseas producers without any intermediaries and have since opened a second outlet and am negotiating a deal to open one in Germany.

That is my business life. My private life is a can of worms, and this is where I can hardly believe my luck, you really can make my life so much easier than it will be if you can’t help me.”

Obviously I was intrigued. I knew nothing about her and here she was offering me a life on easy street, this just had to be a scam, except that I could see the desperation in her eyes and hear the anguish in her voice and I did not believe she was acting.

“Before you tell me more about the proposal, why do you think I could help?”

“Because you have lived in South Africa and in Germany. You are an actor and are used to memorising scripts in quick time and that is going to be necessary.”

Now I was hooked. I was sitting opposite a green-eyed, redheaded dream. She was no voluptuous goddess, and not exactly gorgeous. She had a small, neat snub nose above a wide mouth which exposed small brilliant white teeth when she smiled, which was often and when she did that, her face lit up and the Sun shone.

She was around five ft six inches tall and how the hell she had managed to handle her gigantic vehicle was beyond me. She wore a white blouse a black skirt, black stockings and pumps. Yes I wanted her. Yes I had latched on to ‘fringe advantages’ and even if that did not mean what I would like it to mean, I had hope.

“I will listen, but you are going to have to convince me that this is not a con.”

Come on, back in the car and I will discover a decent hotel.”

We found the one she wanted, which was outside my preferred price range, but I was informed that as of a while ago I was attending an interview and had become a legitimate business expense, I did not argue.

I did not argue when she took a double room and booked us in as Mr and Mrs,

My pulse rate was up.

We sat in the very comfortable armchairs as she told me her story.

“The day after my eighteenth birthday I left home. It was acrimonious because my family expected me to enter the family company and work my way through the departments and eventually take over from my dad. They ran a very large horticultural company. Supermarket style garden centres and allied equipment..

I had made it clear that I had no intention of doing that, I had no interest in horticulture and wanted to go my own way. It was made clear to me that I was to do as I was told or be ostracized.

I left and headed North because I had become friendly with a girl at the tech school evening classes, I was interested in fabrics and design and her family ran a haberdashery company in Lancashire. I had been in contact with her parents and after questioning their daughter they offered me a job on a trial basis.

I learned, I had ideas and I was soon offered a small room to display the cloths and threads in the colours I wondered would be liked. They were and It grew from there to the company I have just shown you.

Now for the issue. There is a very large sum of money held in trust for me. It was set up by my Grandfather who knew I was a clever arse who would go far if ‘guided’ by his Son.

The issue was that I was a wild spirit and would not conform to his idea of social behaviour although not as wild as they imagined. Certain conditions were written into the trust. I would only advantage from the trust if:

1, I attained the age of twenty-five without bringing disgrace on the family name.

2. I was married to a respectable person with an acceptable occupation, These were not specified.

3. I was able to prove that I had prospered in my chosen occupation.

I am twenty-six. I can prove my company acumen, I am an upright citizen,

Number two is the issue. I have a valid marriage certificate. It was issued in South Africa when I went through a form of marriage to a man who was paid handsomely to be my husband until the ink was dry. Unfortunately he died three months later of bowel cancer, and I do not have a death certificate because his real Wife has it.

The clerk who filled the certificate out had been ‘encouraged’ to drink some coffee as she filled it in because there were one or two smudged spots where moisture must have got onto the certificate. His name was a little smudged, but it looks like Arno.

The marriage certificate states that he was a business purchasing agent for my business. He was stated to be twenty-four and his family were all deceased.

Are you still with me?”

“I am to become him, to do that I have to know about your company and stock and where I can obtain new stock. I also need to be knowledgeable about South Africa.”

“Well yes, that pretty much sums it up.

“I came down here a couple of weeks early to see if I could somehow get past the husband condition. I could hardly stop from cheering when you told me your background. If you can learn enough about manufacturers and suppliers in the next two weeks we should be ok’ I have lots of brochures, lists and prices for you to swot. The problem is your name and accent.”

“You are either a bloody good con artist or the most unbelievably lucky person that I shall ever meet, The problem of my name does not exist, There is no problem. As for the accent, I can inject it into my speech when necessary.

Regarding background, My parents are dead, I was born in the UK and when they became too old for me to look after them I took them back to Joburg for my mom’s Sister to look after them and give them a good burial. I gave her a good burial when her time came.”

“Did you just think that up? Wow, you are good at this. What was that about luck?”

“First of all your ersatz husband had what is a common name in South Africa, He was called Arno. That has Germanic roots, and it translates into Eagle in Afrikaans, It was my mother who chose it for me. Dad talked her into turning into an ‘acceptable’ English name by adding ‘ld’ on the end so I was listed as Arnold in official document but called Arno by family and friends.

I am going to need new clothing which does not look very new, and a haircut.”

“Make a list and tomorrow we shall sort that.

Now that you are with this I have a to ask a very personal question. From what you told me earlier I believe that you are experienced in the art of seduction. Is that true?”

“No. I said I had slept with a number of women who wanted me to, I cannot claim to have seduced any of them which is why I am still single,”

“Have you ever slept with a virgin?”

“This is getting personal. No I have not.”

“Have you any objection to sleeping with a virgin?”

“Where is this going?”

“Mark: I am supposedly a married woman and knowing my bloody family I will be expected to prove it. I am a twenty-eight-year-old virgin and apart from the fact that I am not particularly happy about that fact I can’t expect to pass any sort of examination with a rather obviously pristine Vagina.

I admit I would rather the circumstances were different, but they are what they are. I honestly do like you, in fact given more time I think I would enjoy getting you to seduce me. I do not have that time, Now, will you have Sex with me and let me at least enjoy losing something?”

Maureen really did not have any experience of sexual activity. She had never had Sex with a woman let alone a man and so I spent a very pleasurable time teaching her about her own erogenous zones and then about oral Sex and exactly what happens when her clitoris becomes engorged and gets sucked as a finger plays with first her inner labial lips then inside her sweet, aromatic virgin Vagina, and then her anus.

I actually had her outer sphincter open and a finger inside her rear channel before she whispered that I had better fuck her now before the climax, which even she recognised for what it was, came.

I had already sacrificed two of my oldest T-shirts to lay over the hotel towel before we began so it was all systems go as I allowed her to position my erection at the entrance to her virgin Vagina and eased my way into her,

I felt the moment that I de-flowered her and she certainly did. After that I was on board a very fired up woman. It was fantastic, It was Hot, short and frenetic and she climaxed twice inside ten minutes. I was made to fuck her three times that first night and the third time took an hour.

The next week was my bread and butter during the day, and in the evenings teaching Maureen all I knew about Sex and the different methods in which it could be performed. This included watching some Porn on her laptop and then doing it ourselves later,

Maureen took to it like the proverbial duck to water. She became insatiable and on a couple of occasions it interrupted my study sessions as the sight of her nude body and parted thighs spread eagled on the bed broke my resolve to learn about her company.

I had new clothes which I had worn each day and my hair was now closely cropped. We were ready and I had also done research into a person’s rights to privacy, financial shenanigans’, and allied subjects.

The meeting took place in Maureen’s family mansion, for that is what it is.

I was introduced. We were given a copy of the trust deed and then the terms there-in were read out. Maureen was all company and her family soon found that the eighteen-year-old rebel had turned into a hard-nosed business boss.

She reminded them that they did not even know where she lived or what she had done and was currently doing so they could forget about bringing shame on the family name, She was proving that she had attained the stipulated age requirement just by being in front of them.

“Who I marry is no concern of yours. The legality of that stipulation is in serious question and if it comes to that situation you can expect a protracted, expensive and very public court case. That said, it is unlikely to happen. My husband demanded that he be present for this meeting because he is a little upset with the assumption that you can do as you please.”

I stood and with a slight Afrikaans undertone I began by attacking their position regarding our relationship and the legality of that position.

“Just because a very old man, still steeped in Victorian dogma about the rights of a women to make her own way in the world, thought that it was proper to have an examination to prove that she is actually married you expected that you would actually be Free to do it. You are living in a different century now and it is about time that you caught up with modern day behaviour.

Do you think that I would stand by and have my relationship with my Wife questioned in this farcical manner? That alone caused me to form the theory that you are desperate.

Could it be that the trust fund which you are so desperate to protect actually no longer has the same amount of money originally attached to it together with of course the accrued interest. Perhaps over the years it has been necessary to ‘borrow’ some in order to shore up a temporary downturn in the business, but was never returned when the business recovered? I think that possibility requires investigating.”

I soaped her breasts in the Shower and allowed her the chance to wash the soap off my erection just before it entered her Vagina then I turned the water onto warm and fucked her.

With her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck she did her utmost to bounce up and down my shaft as I played strong man and allowed her to do as she wished, mainly because it was my turn next,

The meeting had ended rather abruptly after my attack on their financial affairs and now Maureen was about to become a very wealthy woman and I have a new job. I also have a fiancé.

The chamber maid who had, on several occasions during the past two weeks, unexpectedly come to tidy the room because she wondered we were out, was about to be my fuck buddy for the next thirty minutes. She was unaware of this but I doubted that there would be much od an argument about the situation she had initiated anyway,

We knew it was her day off when she entered, but this time we were waiting and there was no struggle after we quickly explained that we were aware of her interest in our sexual activities and so we wondered that she would appreciate actually taking part. She was stripped and then made to strip Maureen who appeared to have learned a great deal from the Porn we had studied.

We took her in turns and the last dance was both of us together, Maureen on her back. Dawn on top in sixty-nine mode and me fucking both holes in turn so that she would remember us. She left about two in the morning by the service stairs.

We had extended our stay because Maureen had to get all the legal admin done, Dawn came that same evening, after work and experienced Anal Sex for the second time and then she wanted Maureen to play with, which suited Maureen because she loved the attention and I was happy because I could watch.

The next morning, Maureen was out by nine o’clock and Dawn would not be round for some time so I wandered down to the pool and found the German couple we had spent some time with on a few occasions in the bar.

I remembered their names and so I greeted them as Hannah and Gerhard which pleased them. They were a pleasant couple in their late forties or early fifties and loved to laugh. They asked if our company trip was going well, I told them it was a done deal just the paperwork now and Maureen was seeing to that as we spoke.

“Ah, so you will be leaving then. It will be quiet after you have gone. And poor Dawn will be sad I think”.

“Why quiet? I didn’t think we were noisy.”

“Not during the day perhaps but we have enjoyed your Wife‘s enjoyment in the late evenings, in fact I enjoyed it because my Wife enjoyed it so much she wanted to copy it, for which I thank you.

Poor Dawn will miss you though, we saw her coming out of the hotel employee’s gate early one morning, we had missed our train and had to take a taxi to bring us back. She had said that that day was her day off, and as had noticed that she cleaned your room more often than ours we drew the obvious conclusion.”

“Did our er..”

“Nightly entertainment disturb us? No, it was tiring but that helps us to sleep in a strange bed.”

“It did that for you Gerhard. It kept me awake afterwards because I was getting every sound second hand which is disturbing and unfulfilling.”

“Hanna! You must not say things like that.”

I still do not know where the courage came from, but it proved to be fruitful.

I grinned and spoke to Hannah in a low voice: “I am truly sorry if we caused you any loss of sleep Hannah, I would be honoured to have the opportunity to make amends by enabling you to experience the sounds you heard first hand.”

Hannah did not blush or take offence, she smiled and asked Gerhard if he had heard me.

“Yes Hannah, I heard, I also saw that it pleased you, which means I must not be angry or offended that you would be happy to see if he means it. You are four years younger than I and I have trouble keeping up with your energy so it would be churlish of me to deny you an opportunity which would not be available at home.”

“Did you really mean that you would be’ honoured’? That was a remarkably polite thing to say to a woman who is much older than you and for that at least I applaud your boldness and directness.”.

“I believe my Wife has just been rejuvenated and is asking for my agreement. Please note the word ‘agreement’ and not permission. She knows I wish her to be happy and if I tried to prevent her doing what I know she wants to do, she would be miserable for a long time and that means that I would suffer twice as much. Please take her upstairs and satisfy her curiosity, she kept telling me that she wondered what you were doing to Maureen, now she can find out and maybe there is a possibility that I will also benefit,”

I took Hannah’s hand and kissed the back and asked her if she would give me the pleasure of her business. She smiled and in German replied: “Together with my body.”

“Aber naturlich gnadige Frau” (but naturally madam), Her look of surprise pleased me and made Gerhard laugh, which was a good sign. After we entered their room she removed her light jacket and asked if I wished to undress her, I told her that her clothing would come to less harm if she did it and it would also be a good idea to remove her earrings and other jewellery so that nothing would be lost or damaged.

“Damaged?”

“It could happen, neither you nor I know what reactions you or I may have in certain circumstances, and rest assured that there will be certain circumstances.”

We stripped and then I was looking at a forty-eight year-old ex-dancer. She had put on weight and was now a lovely, comfortable and still fit woman with full breast which were still showing the way forward. She was looking at my semi erect penis and looked surprised as I moved behind her and pressed myself against her to let her feel my shaft harden as I reached around and fondled her breasts and rubbed her now erect nipples.