Morning Coffee

Sunrise paints golds and reds across the eastern sky as I drive out of the work parking garage. I and my colleagues had just pulled an all nighter. I started work about an hour later yesterday than it is now. brief break 12 hours later then back to work. Rolled the new software fix out, it failed spectacularly, we rolled it back, fixed the problems rolled it out 3 hours later. Rinse and repeat. Until an hour ago when the live support team gave us the green light and we all headed on home. At least the rest of the team did. I headed on out to swim in the sea. I love early morning swimming. There is something magical about the sea in the early morning and I decided that I needed this morning swim, badly.

The waves are rolling in perfectly, driven by an incoming storm that is just visible on the horizon. Being alone I change in the parking lot and head for the sea.

The body surfing is great and I emerge from the sea 30 minutes later cold and wildly exhilarated and head for my favourite breakfast spot on the other side of the beach.

Lou, owner, manager, waitron and cook is there doing the early morning prep.

"Morning Lou! How's my favourite coffee pedlar this morning?"

"Great. I was watching the sea birds earlier" she gestures at some binoculars "and I got a good look at you changing. There are change rooms on the beach you know."

"Yes. But then who would you perv on if I used the change rooms?"

She just laughs and walks away allowing me to watch her perfect arse as it sways enticingly at me. The thought of banging that firm curvaceous arse reminds me that I didn't ask the appropriate question about her husband so I hold onto it until she returns with my coffee and croissant.

"How is Ben?"

She frowns, looks sad then:

"Bad day yesterday. He needed extra booster injections just to keep his metabolism up. I left him sleeping this morning but he was peaceful so things may be better when I get home tonight."

"So, no improvement there?"

She shakes her head.

"Downhill all the way. It isn't a question of if but when. The doctors say maybe 12 months if we are lucky."

"Damn! Stressful on you. It must be awful."

"It is difficult. Sometimes on the especially bad days I wonder about the doctors saying we will be lucky if he survives 12 months. The disease is so awful that I sometimes think we would be more lucky if he only lasted another month and then of course I feel guilty and depressed."

I see the glint of tears in her eyes and I wonder if a hug might not be welcome, but knowing that she was looking at me nude not twenty minutes ago makes me hesitate. Then another customer arrives and she hurries off to attend to that person so by the time I get up to pay, the moment has passed and I leave her there to her day of work and her night tending a dying husband.

Saturday arrives at long last and, as usual I am back on the beach, and as usual I don't go to the change rooms which is an extra thrill because of the thought that Lou may be watching me through her binoculars. I wonder vaguely to myself if she gets aroused by my nudity and assuming that she might, I give my cock a bit of a stroke while standing side on to her coffee shop. I hit the water which is uncomfortably cold so that when I get out and change I am glad I did the cock stroke before going into the water not after as my cock has decided to shrink down to absolutely minimum possible to avoid the cold. I smile to myself wondering if she is disappointed with the second viewing. When I am properly attired I head to get my coffee and chat to Lou.

"You weren't in long today?"

"Yes. The water was cold, not welcoming."

"Yes. I did see the effect of the cold. I hope it isn't permanent. Your lover will be disappointed if you don't recover by the time you get home." As always I watch that beautiful, fuckable arse as she walks away.

Feeling brave when she returns with my coffee, I look her up and down and then say, "With you around, how could I not grow." I leave a pause "significantly? You are so warming. With your personality that is."

"Now, I didn't think it was my personality that would make you grow. Rather my arse that you leer at as I walk away. And no, don't look shocked, I watch you leer at me in that mirror over there. Last time you actually stroked yourself as you watched. Why do you think I walk away so slowly. You are such a bad man. Tempting a faithful wife into sin like you do."

She is standing with her hips against the table, her prominent camel toe visible through the tight leggings she is wearing. Being the "bad man" she says I am, I slide my hand across the table, slowly enough for her to step back and when she doesn't move away, I run a finger slowly up her camel toe and then down again. My unplanned seduction is interrupted by a customer arriving and Lou turns and hurries away, her backside swaying seductively.

"What the fuck did I just do?" I mutter to myself. The answer comes as usual from my shadowy other self. "You gave her wanking memory for tonight after Ben has gone to sleep. And you will get to fantasize about her while you bang Jeanette. The only way you can keep it up nowadays. Time to dump Lynette I'd say."

I shut down the conversation in my head and go on home, hoping that Lynette will be home and be in the same happy, almost lustful mood she was in when I left this morning. So lustful was she that I nearly didn't go for my swim, but she talked me out of not swimming. The cold water, I muse to myself may have one upside, I am going to be far earlier than I normally am from my Saturday swim. My cock hardens at the thought.

When I get home, Lynette is indeed at home. I can hear that she is at home and very lustful. She is making those "I am close to coming noises" she hasn't made with me for ages. It turns out that my early arrival due to the cold water allows me to find her on her back, legs apart with a man thrusting deep inside her. Not just any man but my father of all people. I stop at the door and watch the final moments as Lynette clamps her legs around his backside.

"Fuck, cum in me! Cum in me. Argh!"

My fathers skinny backside thrusts a few more time, then slams in for one more thrust and I can see his balls pulsing as he pumps cum inside her.

I applaud loudly which causes a certain amount of consternation.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came home to fuck you, but it would seem that my dear father was standing in for me."

"Standing is the operative word. You cant get it hard any more. I need a hard cock not a sloppy, useless cock like yours."

"Its fucking soft because you are so fucking uninterested in sex! Its like fucking an iceberg."

"It didn't seem like that to me." my dear father interjects.

"Well, take her home and tell Ma to get a bigger bed. Out! Both of you. Now!"

After a lot of shouting and swearing my father and Lynette walk out the front door.

"Lynette! Keys please. You are not coming back in here."

"Fuck you. What about my clothes?"

"I will put them in garbage bags and you can collect them in the rubbish bin."

Needless to say I didn't get my keys back so I had to call the locksmith out to change the locks. All of which put me in a terrible state of mind. With Lou having stirred me up and then watching Lynette and my father fucking I am now as horny as hell.

Me> Hi Sylvia. Mike here. You have an open slot for me today?

Sylvia> Hi Mike. Of course I have. You being a good customer and all. 12 suit you?

Me> 12 is good. Same place? Same price?

Sylvia> Same place but price is 10% more. Cash of course.

Me> OK. Cash is king and untraceable and you are definitely worth every cent.

Sylvia> Sweet talking bastard. Customer arriving. Bye.

Me> See you then! Bye.

At 12 I knock on a door in an upmarket block of flats. Sylvia opens the door dressed in a mini skirt, black seamed stockings, high heels and a very see through blouse.

"Come on in. Glass of wine to start the action?" she says taking my cash and putting it away.

"I will take a glass of wine thank you and that red lipstick you don't use for me? Please use it. I want a red ring around my cock."

"Ooh, lady love need punishing or gone?"

"Gone. Found her fucking my father of all people."

"Your father? Now there is something for the books. But may I point out to you that she had lost interest in you months ago. Not that I am complaining mind. A regular weekly contribution to my cash flow is always good."

Sylvia applies the bright red lipstick to her mouth, falls to her knees and frees my cock.

"My, we are hard today! Watching Pa plough your fields obviously turned you on."

She swallows my cock slowly until she is down to my balls, then swivels her head obviously applying a lovely red ring around the base of my cock.

"Now, look at that! Isn't it a work of art?"

I look down and see a red smudge all around my the base of my cock. I also note that she has slid a condom over my cock in the same process.

"Nice one! Now on your back I need a fuck like never before."

Still fully dressed Sylvia lies on her back, spreads her legs and shows me that, as I expected she is pantyless.

"Come fill me up big boy. Fill me up!"

I climb in between her legs and the morning's events drive me into her hard and fast. I struggle to keep control going fast then slow. Sylvia helps by digging her high heels into my backside and her nails into my back but even with those distractions I don't last too long and am filling up my condom sooner than I would have liked.

"You obviously did get turned on by the patriarchal ploughing of fields."

"That's not the only spur." And I tell her about Lou and the camel toe massage.

"Phew horny lady. You gonna fuck her next time you go swimming?"

"Its complicated. That dying husband plagues on my conscience."

"Yeah. I guess it must. You're a good man. Decent. Do what your conscience tells you."

"Can I negotiate a second round with you? Same price?"

"Yes. Let see the colour of your money first though. Can't have you forgetting to pay now can we?"

The second fuck was more nuanced, much more fun and most probably a privilege because mostly sex workers don't allow a second fuck for a customer, but I guess my standing as a good customer stood me in good stead.

The bust up with Lynette turned ugly and lawyers got involved. It also caused a bust up of my parents which was a bit of a shocker. Not only because they got divorced but because it turns out my father had been banging my sister in law as well.

Randy old bastard. He an daughter in law are no shacked up together.

It was thus as a somewhat changed and chastened man that I next went swimming in the sea. Aware of the pain that adultery had caused, I was careful to use the change room when changing, depriving Lou of her kicks. Maybe I was overreacting, but the whole uproar in my family left me sad and sore and I did not want to lead Lou into the same mess as I had found myself in.

I head on into Lou's coffee shop after my swim.

"Hello stranger. What happened to you? Did I frighten you away last time?"

The last bit said with a trace of guilt.

"Nope. Nothing to do with you."

I told her the story of getting home early and finding Lynette and my father fucking. The story seemed to excite her more than shock her.

"Did the sight of them fucking excite you much?"

And here I lost sight of my good intentions.

"It merely added to the excitement you provided here."

"I thought maybe that was why you stayed away and why hid your cock from me today."

"No. I just didn't want to drag you into something ugly and depressing. You are are married and"

I didn't get any further.

"And unfucked. I am so fucking horny. You stroking my pussy last time you were here woke me up to the fact that I need sex and Ben is not up to it. I realised that I am a seething mess of lust and desire and that I need hard cock. And I also came to the conclusion that I need not just any cock but yours."

"Ben?" I enquire carefully.

"Ben is fucking dying. Ben hasn't had a hard on in 18 months. I let my boss fuck me at the last Christmas party because I was so fucking horny and he was fucking useless. Now. What are you going to do about it?"

The coffee shop is as usual empty at this time of the morning, it gets busy later in the day.

"You sure about this?"

"Fucking right I am."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Shut the shop now. Put the Closed sign up, lock the door and come back here."

I watch her walk to the door, turn the Closed sign around, lock the door and walk back to me.

"Kitchen." I say.

She turns and walks into the kitchen and I follow her kicking the door closed behind us.

I take a handful of her curly blonde hair and pull her face close to me, I look in her eyes and only see lust there. I kiss her mouth, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and I slide a hand between her legs and cup her pussy in my hand, it is swollen and wet. I feel her hands tearing at my tracksuit pants freeing my cock and she starts to stroke it hard and fast.

Then someone starts to knock on the front door. She pauses, but I am not going to be stopped now. I turn her around, bend her over the prep table, slide her leggings down and slide my aching cock into her and the slam my hips against her backside that I have been lusting after for so long. I slap an arse cheek and she yelps loudly. I slap again and I can feel her react to the stimulation.

"You like it rough?"

"Yes. Fuck me like a bitch!"

I slap her backside again, seeing hand prints appearing on her arse cheeks.

"Oh, god. I am cumming. Cum inside of me now!"

Which is exactly what I do, then I pull out of her, pull her leggings up and she walks out of the kitchen, opens the door and invites the impatient guests in with a laugh and apology that there had been a problem with the plumbing but that the blockage had been cleared, at least temporarily.

I slip out the back door, walk around the building, come in the front door and sit myself down at a vacant table.

"What can I give you today?"

"My usual coffee. And Croissants of course."

I sit and look out across the rapidly filling beach and wonder what I had done and where we were going to go now. Me, fucking a married woman whose husband is slowly dying. I feel awful and somehow powerful. I want her again, but the next time I want to make her shake and shiver. I want time to eat that pussy of hers, enjoy her mouth and her breasts. I want to dominate her, a strange experience for me. Slapping her arse had been a new thing for me.

Eventually I leave her there dealing with a full coffee shop and I assume cum running down her legs. As I leave I give her my cell number.

Lou> Fuck that was great. Sorry about the distractions. We need time to play with each other.

Me> Yes. Definitely. Gonna be difficult with you running a coffee shop in the day and nursing Ben at night.

Lou> I can slip him a sleeping tablet and you can come around and we can fuck at my place.

I am horrified at the idea. It turns my stomach. Fucking a man's wife while he lies dying in the next room. It does not suit me at all.

Me> No can do. I cannot do it as much as I would love to fuck you it is not going to happen. Not with Ben in the house with us. Sorry.

Lou> Fuck you! I get to see you once a week, maybe when you feel like it until Ben dies?

There were no more messages. I am blocked by her for a while, then unblocked, but still no messages and so I decide that contacting or seeing Lou right now was not something I want and that I will patronise another beach and another coffee shop for the time being. Then all of a sudden Lou becomes active again.

Lou> Hi, howzit?

Me> Fine, how you?

Lou> OK I suppose. Ben died two days ago.

Me> Oh. I am sorry. Not really unexpected though?"

Lou> Overdue. I was sick of him.

I got this feeling that a relationship with Lou might not be such a good idea after all. In fact it might be a terrible idea.

Me> I am in a meeting right now. Can I call you back?

Lou> Sure. Any time. Come for coffee -- you know where.

Needless to say the meeting was fake and I was lying. No meeting, no contact and to ensure that I block her number.

A month or so later, early on a Wednesday evening there is a knock on my door. Two policemen are standing there.

"Mr Helms?"

"Yes."

"May we come in please? We need to take a statement from you."

"What about?"

"The death of one Benjamin Stead."

"I'm not sure that I know of a Benjamin Stead."

"He was married to Ms Louise Stead."

At which stage I get this terrible feeling.

"Please come in."

I give them some of my awful coffee and we sit down at the table.

"When did you last see Mr Stead?"

"I never did meet him. I only know about him from his wife, Lou sorry Louise."

When did you last see Mrs Stead?"

I scratch through my diary and calculate a date. They write down.

"How did you meet Mrs Stead?"

"She owns a coffee shop on Stigma Beach. I body surfed at the beach for a while and had coffee in her shop."

"You had intimate relations with her?

"Yes. Once, twice if you count some frotage as intimate relations."

"Frotage?" the policeman has obviously not heard that word for stroking a pussy.

"I touched her intimately."

"Where did this happen?"

"In the coffee shop."

"You had penetrative sex with her in the coffee shop?"

"Yes. In the kitchen. With the door closed on the public area."

"Were there any witnesses to these incidents?"

"No."

"No guests in the restaurant?"

Stupid question, but necessary I suppose.

"No. It was early in the morning before the place gets busy."

"When did you last communicate with Mrs Stead?"

I consult my phone again, find the terrible conversation and give them a date.

"May we see the messages between you?"

I hand over my phone and they read the interchanges carefully.

"That meeting you mention in the last message. Can you give us contact details for attendees?"

"There was no meeting. I read her messages and they horrified me. I used the meeting as an excuse. I did not contact her again."

"You do know that Mr Stead was ill?"

"Yes. Some form of wasting sickness Mrs Stead said. She said that it would take at least 12 months for him to die."

"So it is a surprise to you that he died so soon before your last conversation?"

"I was not really aware of his health issues so I have no opinion on this topic."

"You had no further communication with Mrs Stead since this last message?" He gestures to the phone.

"No. I was horrified by the tone of the messages, the aggression, the anger. I made a decision then to avoid any contact with her. As you can see I blocked her."

"Thank you. You have been most helpful."

"What is this all about?"

"Mrs Stead is being charged with murder. The coroner says he was poisoned."

I don't say the words out loud that ring through my head. "Oh, My, Fucking, God! No!"

During Lou's trial I am called to the stand and tell my story during which time I cannot look at her feeling that somehow I had triggered her extreme action. I am dismissed without too much cross examination. Lou was found guilty of manslaughter and is now serving a relatively short sentence as the judge took into account the effects of Ben's long term illness on Lou's emotional state when sentencing her.

I have never been back to Stigma Beach. I believe that the coffee shop is still open but under new management. Lou still haunts my conscience. She probably always will.