Bernie wasn’t sure what Padraig was thinking. But she sure enjoyed the prancing around and getting the attention she craved tonight. She waited for Padraig to use the bathroom and seized her opportunity. She gave it five and made her way upstairs ensuring no one was there. Padraig flushed the toilet, washed his hands and went out into the hall. Bernie was waiting. Ok Padraig, how you enjoying it? Not to much beer she laughed, naw Bernie, not me. Going to take it handy tonight. I’ve got Niamh to think about. When we get home I still have to get her ready for bed. Bernie looked sympathetically at him and said, sure let me help. We can get the disabled taxi over to yours and I can give you a hand. Then I’ll phone Mary or Sean and they can lift me. What do you think? Padraig’s heart started to race. No problem. That would be great. As he passed her on the stairs he put his hand on her bum and gently rubbed it. He never felt anything as sexy. The material against her skin was divine. He rubbed it and gently tickled it and then walked away. She smiled and entered the bathroom.
The night carried on pretty much without incident. Cahir had a moment when he accused a neighbour of insulting him in his own house, but it was quickly diffused by Mary after telling him to get a grip. They ate well. Dympna Breen done most of the catering. Lasagne, chicken curry and rice, chicken goujons and then the usual sausage rolls, salad sandwiches and cocktail sausages. They sang some old trad songs and before they knew it, it was heading for 1.00 o clock. They’d have to ring the taxi now, as Paddy Maher knocked off at half one. Bernie reassured Niamh that it wasn’t a bother to go back and lend a hand and so things began to wind down. Except for Cahir of course. But he’d just drink till he fell asleep. It was actually Mary who volunteered to pick mammy up. It would give her a chance to tidy up here. Sorcha was going to bunk up in Mary’s old room and Mary and Seamus would take the big room. Siobhan and Liam were stopping at the Bannigans. So everything was going nicely. Paddy Maher arrived and they set off home. Once in they got Niamh ready for bed and settled in. At this stage Padraig was rock hard. Niamh lay down and Padraig said he’d wait for Mary to pick her mother up. Niamh was content and drifted off to sleep.
Padraig’s first words to Bernie was Jesus Christ Ber6,you want to ruin me? She didn’t reply. Just a a faint laugh. Her stomach was in knots. He turned the kitchen lights out and grabbed her. They couldn’t ride here? Could they? Before she knew anything his tongue was in her mouth, his hard pushed against her soft belly. She could feel it all. Bernie I wanna ride you here right now, but it wouldn’t be right with Niamh upstairs sleeping, Bernie said she’d never know. That’s right. She was dressed up sexy as fuck and she wanted his cock again, but his head wouldn’t let him. He said how about you wank me off and we can rearrange for another night. She didn’t push it. With that she unbuckled his belt, pulled his zip down and reached in and pulled his cock out. He couldn’t take his hand away from her bum. He tickled it and rubbed it and then slid his hand down her front. He felt her bush and then worked a finger in. She wasn’t as wet as before but he’d soon put that right. As he started to finger her she gave out a quiet groan. She was loosening up. He could feel it. Meanwhile she began to slowly pull him off. It was good. She knew what she was doing. It wouldn’t take him long. He could feel her juices run up the back of his hand. Her juices were really flowing now. A second finger was in with ease. There was now a loud squelching noise now. She kept whispering in his ear how she wanted his cock again. It was a turn on. He kept his other hand on her bum and could feel himself starting to climax, he asked her would she keep her hand around his cock while he cum and she whispered yes and with that answer he let fly. His whole body spasmed with pleasure. As he fired his load Bernie true to her word kept her hand on his cock. As his climax receded he shot three or four jets of cum out on to the leg of her trousers. Shit Bernie I’m sorry. Not to worry. Worth it as long as you enjoyed it she said. Oh Jesus I did. I’ll get you a cloth. She asked him to ring Mary while she cleaned up. Within ten minutes Mary was there. Padraig seen her out and Bernie got in the car, Mary was driving and commented on how good a night it was. Before the courtesy light went out she asked Bernie what happened to the leg of her trousers? There was a stain on her leg to which Bernie replied she’d knocked a bottle of shower gel in Niamhs en-suit. She smiled at Mary and said she couldn’t wait to get into bed. Mary was right. It had been a good night. Meanwhile Padraig could hearNiamh stir. He thought he’d done enough damage for one night and decided to turn the lights off and climb in beside his wife and go to sleep. Sleep? What a joke. How could he. Especially with what he’d just done. In his defence though he never dipped his cock into her. He just fingered her and he emptied his load into her hand. It wasn’t full on proper sex. Was it? Naw. It was wrong but it wasn’t full on sex. That might make it easier to drift off but he didn’t think so.Either way he felt he’d be awake a while replaying things over in his mind..
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