Ruby Ruby Ruby Ruby.
To be honest I wasn’t going to post a really personal story here but having seen the bravery of some of this weeks posts I thought maybe it would be cathartic. Brace yourselves (length).

In the sweet summer of my 17th birthday a friend of the family asked whether I would house sit for them. I had no really wild friends and wasn’t one for partying so this was not as entirely stupid as it may sound. We agreed a fee (a fraction of the cost of having a security system fitted in those days) and I house-sat for a fortnight. This involving me mainly living at home but sleeping at Ruby’s house; no effort, monkeys for nothing really. Obviously the first thing was the pron search which revealed nothing worse than a few copies of Mayfair and a couple of Forum, a medium\small dildo and some lubricating stuff (KY I think it was). Quite tame. Anyhow house was sat, fee was paid and ways were parted. Until. A phone call from Ruby asking if I could pop round and see her. No problem. Off Porky trots.

I arrived to find a relaxed Ruby who offered a lager and a proposition.
“I know you found my sex stuff. You’re a fit young man (I was, a few years of martial arts will do that) and I was wondering if you could do me a favour. Will you fuck me?”

To say I was taken aback is to underestimate the flow of lager from my nasal orifices. To help you understand why I will describe Ruby. She was average height, unstyled mousy brown hair, plain of clothes and pleasant (but reticent) of demeanour. An unremarkable 36 year old housewife. Never in a million years could I have imagined this. She and her husband were a perfectly happy pair and I could see no reason for such an offer to be made. She then went on to explain. Bob had been in an accident at work. This I knew, it was a rather horrific accident but he’d been lucky and recovered from the broken back he’d sustained (no spinal cord damage just crushed bones and ruined discs). What most people did not know was that as a result of either the stress or associated nerve damage, Bob had become impotent. This had not stopped them having a sex life of sorts but Ruby had got to the stage where she needed a good seeing to. As a trustworthy chap (and fairly tight-lipped) she had decided to ask me! So of course I agreed and we embarked on a well hidden affair which lasted until I went away to university.

Ruby didn’t teach me much as such but she was a kind and generous lover and we became quite curious together and tried things out regularly whenever Bob went on his fishing trips. She never said whether Bob knew about the arrangement but looking back on it now I think he must have had some idea. Knowing her as I do I can only surmise that as tough as it was for him, he did it for the wife he loved and the sexy woman he remembered. We were both sad when it ended and she still retains a special place in my heart. Ruby: older, wiser and someone I’ll never forget.

Oh and son, if you read this, it’s all made up so don’t go upsetting your mother.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Tue 9 Dec 2008, 9:04, Reply)