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With Padraig returning to work, he seen this as putting daylight between him and Bernie. Putting the whole sordid affair behind him. He now could try and concentrate on getting Niamh to a better place if that was at all possible and himself in a better place mentally. His first job was to quit the drinking seven nights a week, he could dress it up any which way he liked but it could be the start a slippery slide and as long as he was perving and sleazing over Bernie, then the likelihood was that the boozing would continue. So getting a routine was important. Getting back to work was important. Concentrating on Niamh was important. He was her husband. She was all that mattered and now the time was right to sort it all out. Besides Bernie had Cahir to think of. It wasn’t fair in a way, the children should be looking after her now, she’d done her bit, but life is cruel. Life is unforgiving and unfair at times, but as the old saying goes ” that’s life ” . Monday couldn’t come quick enough, back to normal, the craic in meat plant with the lads would be the ideal tonic. Yes everything was going to be ok again back to normal.
Bernie waved the rest of them off that Sunday afternoon. Padraig brought Niamh down to say there goodbyes. It was only a couple of hours up the road but it could be another couple of months before they could see each other again. Bernie asked them would they want a drop of tea before her and Padraig would head home, Niamh looked at Padraig and he said why not, it couldn’t hurt, after all everything that went on was now in the past. He didn’t want to raise suspicions by acting awkward when Bernie asked them something ordinary. A cuppa tae would be grand. The form was good today. He had a dozen cans in the fridge at home with his name on them, all’s good.
Bernie brewed a pot of Barry’s gold. Jesus it was refreshing. Niamh and Bernie sat in the kitchen so Padraig went into the living room to chat to Cahir. He was already on the way to being full. He sat there and answered Padraig with one word answers. So he gave up and watched the tv. After about ten minutes he heard Niamh say to Bernie, “Jesus mammy, we never thought of that ” and with that she called Padraig in. “We’ve a problem ” she said. Padraig didn’t like the way she said it. He asked what kind of problem. She explained how her and Bernie had been talking about the weeks ahead how she could help and it was all falling into place but there was one thing they forgot to consider, Padraig knew there was nothing overlooked. He covered everything. Hadn’t he? Bernie asked what would happen on a Monday morning, he was away from six..jesus he didn’t think it out. He was in such a rush to get back he forgot about Niamh on a Monday morning. Every other morning was grand, but Monday…how had he missed it. Niamh said her mammy had been talking and suggested Bernie stay with them on a Sunday evening and Padraig could head to work at six and Bernie would get Niamh ready on the morning. It would be just for a couple of weeks. Padraig’s stomach fluttered. A combination of nerves and excitement. Bernie was good. He give her that. She seen a loop hole in his plans and decided to pounce. Padraig said it wasn’t fair to Bernie but she steamed into the conversation saying it wasn’t a bother. They were family and all she was doing was helping, like any mother would. Padraig was on the ropes..for now there was no other way around it. He’d have to warn Bernie though, be firm. Tell her to dress down when she came over, he didn’t need temptation.
So after the cuppa Niamh asked Padraig could he take Bernie to centra before they went home. Bernie could drive but had no car and would be stuck otherwise. He agreed. It would be a good chance to warn her off. They drove and it was quiet. Then Padraig just come out and said it. Told her that it was wrong what they had done and it should be consigned to the past. Bernie didn’t agree with it all. Yes it was wrong, but as long as they were careful then what was the harm. But Padraig wasn’t backing down, and warned her when she came around later on, she’d better dress down, no dressing up making him horny, she reluctantly agreed and said not to worry, she and Niamh would go up at the same time. He’d have the down stairs and tv to himself. Padraig settled down after this. He apologised and thanked her all the same for helping out, she tapped his leg and said not a bother as they drove to collect Niamh at Bernies before heading home.
Bernie grabbed an overnight bag as Padraig got Niamh into the car. When Bernie appeared they set off and were in and settled twenty minutes later. Bernie and Niamh sat in the living room and Padraig sat and watched the Sunday game highlights in the kitchen. He lashed into the cans and made Niamh and Bernie a round of salad sandwiches and tea. This wasn’t bad at all. He could have his few beers knowing that they were happy watching whatever women watched. The beer was going down well. Too well. He’d need to remember six came early in the morning. Before he knew it Niamh and Bernie headed up and he was on his own. His mood was changing. The drink made him paranoid. He’d need to sleep it off. So he decided to take one more in the living room with a sandwich and head up himself. So he made himself a cheese and ham sandwich and took his can in with him. He turned the main light of and left the lamp on and sat down. Alcohol can do strange things. As he was eating he was fantasizing about his time with Bernie and the way she pulled him off. Fuck it. He needed a wank before he went up. He’d wake Niamh if he tried it up there, so he’d lie up on the sofa and do it down here. He went to the clean washing and pulled out a pair of her knickers. They weren’t great or appealing but they sure soaked up his cum good. He climbed up on the sofa and started to rub his bell end through his shorts. It tickled and felt good. He watched a bit of porn and started to pull and stretch at his cock. He was only semi hard and the more he pulled and watched the porn, his cock became softer and eventually limp. He give up. Curse of the drink. He pulled his shorts up and lay there. He’d just close his eyes for five minutes…
He couldn’t exactly say what time it was but it was the early hours. He stirred as he felt an extreme amount of pleasure. He woke..Bernie was leaning over him rubbing his groin. He jumped and she put her finger to her lips, ssshh you’ll waken Niamh. He lay back down. She smiled and slid her hand down the front of his loose shorts. Her hand was warm. Fuck it felt good. He pulled them down and she just nodded and smiled. She started to slide and rub his hard. He never felt pleasure like it. A young doll over at Dohertys on a Saturday night wouldn’t be as good. No sir. Bernie was experienced and absolutely the best at what she done. She whispered to him do you like that? He said yes. She replied good man.
Just you lie back and let me finish you. He opened her house coat and felt her bum. She let out a sexy sigh. She was wearing black silky pyjamas. Her arse was squeezed into them. Fuck her hole felt good. She was in the middle of asking him did he want her to kiss it and take his cock in her mouth when he felt a tingling sensation deep in his groin, slowly rising out of him covering every muscle and bone in his body, every pore on his skin, oh fuucck I’m cumming, I’m sorry. He shot ropes of the stuff. It landed on his belly, hot on his skin. The sensation started to fade. He never in all his years experienced orgasms like that. He’d had his fair share but nothing like that. Nothing like Bernie could give him. When he rid her he came in less than a minute, the previous wank she gave him was out of this world and now this, it wasn’t a fluke. Bernie was fucking amazing. She said I better go up, I’ll talk to you in the morning. He nodded and gave her five minutes before heading up and climbing in beside Niamh. Niamh his wife. There was no point in feeling guilty he thought, he’d knowingly done wrong and enjoyed it. It was just the realisation tomorrow would hit him hard. What had he got himself into…far from going there separate ways Padraig felt thing’s were only intensify with him and her mentally and physically