Uncanny Tales – (078) The Ultimatum

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet-on-Willow, Dulcet Green, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet St Mary which where Amelia Allford and her boyfriend Steve Moore

were sat in his lounge and had greedily dispatched their Chinese takeaway and were cuddled up on the sofa, halfway through the credits of a Sandra Bullock movie called “The Lake House,” he definitely would, by the way, when Amelia suddenly said.

“Do you remember a few months ago when I said I didn’t mind you shagging other women?”

“Yes” He said cautiously “but…”

“And I know you still are so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly, and he went to speak but she stopped him with a look.

“I don’t know who, though I have my suspicions,” she said flatly.

“And I don’t think I want to know but I know you’re sleeping with other women” she paused.

“And as I said last time I don’t mind.”

She paused again.

“For now, but there will come a time in the not-too-distant future when I will.”

“I love you and I’m certain sure of that, and I know you say you love me but I’m not so sure of that.”

“But I do love you” he said taking her hand.

“But you don’t love me as completely as I love you” she retorted taking her hand away “you are enough for me, but clearly, I’m not enough for you.”

He tried to speak again but again she stopped him, so he got up and paced the room.

“So, you have until February to sow your wild oats or to curb your appetites or whatever it is you do.”

“But by my 21st birthday I need to feel your commitment”.

Steve went to speak.

“And no that’s not a euphemism” she said without humour “you need to want me and me alone.”

“And that’s all I have to say” she said, he was cleared to speak now but he didn’t know what to say he wanted to say don’t be silly you’re the only one for me, but he knew he was a dog.

Steve knew that he was getting plenty, and he was liking that, but if he wanted to keep the girl, he loved it was obvious he would have to change.

“Is that why you don’t use the door key?” he asked.

Amelia was on her knees removing the DVD and Steve perched on the arm of the sofa just watching her almost in a daze.

“Yes” she replied without turning around.

“Because…” she began but couldn’t finish.

“You don’t want to catch me with another woman” he said finishing her sentence and she carried on what she was doing slowly and deliberately.

Steve was a little shocked, firstly because and it never occurred to him for a moment that he couldn’t have his cake and eat it too, and secondly although he knew he loved Amelia more than he had ever loved anyone he didn’t realise quite how much that was until that moment when he realised, he could lose her.

The prospect of losing her stunned him and he knew he had to make changes in his life.

Amelia finished putting the DVD in its box and switched off the TV.

“Don’t look so glum” she said as she stood up.

“I’m not giving up on you yet.”

“We’ve dealt with the serious bit,” she said slipping off her cardigan.

“Now we get to do the fun stuff.”

And she walked towards him unbuttoning her blouse as she did so until by the time, she was stood in front of him her pert unfettered breasts were in his face.

Uncanny Tales – (077) Conditional Lust

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet-on-Willow, Dulcet Green, and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet St Mary which where Amelia Allford and her boyfriend Steve Moore

were sat in the Cross Key’s beer garden discussing the previous week and Amelia raised an eyebrow when he told her about the meeting with a proper cougar in a hotel.

“Well, that’s just the perfect scenario for a lothario” she said tongue in cheek.

“What do you mean a lothario?” he protested.

“It’s alright I don’t mind you shagging other women” she said, and it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

“I know you do, so don’t bother trying to deny it” she said sternly.

“I don’t know who they are, and I don’t need to know who they are,”

He went to speak but she stopped him with a look.

“However, I have the following conditions, first you never touch my sisters” she said before adding.

“Or my mother”

Her sisters were far too young to be candidates for his lust, but he hadn’t considered her mother, and she was still an attractive woman.

“And as long as when you’re with me I have your undivided attention” she continued.

“Can I look at other women when were together?” he asked.

“Yes”

“And can I have lustful thoughts about them?”

“Only if I get the benefit of any resulting erection” she replied, and he was just digesting what she had said when he caught sight of the barmaid Molly collecting glasses and at that precise moment, she bent over to pick up an empty glass and flashed her thonged nether’s to all the customers in the garden.

“So, if the sight of Molly’s knickers wakes up the one-eyed beast, I get to tame it.”

“Well, that seems clear enough” he said.

Uncanny Tales – (076) A Roving Eye

 

The Dulcets are a collection of villages and hamlets comprising of Dulcet Meadow, Dulcet-on-Willow, Dulcet Green and Dulcet-on-Brooke, to name but a few, and of course Dulcet St Mary which where Amelia Allford and her boyfriend Steve Moore were sat in the Cross Key’s beer garden discussing the previous week and Amelia raised an eyebrow when he told her about the a meeting with a proper cougar in a Hotel, and his phone buzzed, he picked it up and saw that he had a voice mail, he selected listen now.

“Hi Steve, Kelly here, I just wanted to touch base with you, I thought it was a very fruitful meeting yesterday and I feel it might be mutually beneficial if we were to meet again, soon. Call me on...”

“I don’t think so” he said and deleted it.

“Who was that”? Amelia asked.

“It’s just one of those “Have you been miss sold PPI? We can help” calls.”

Uncanny Tales – (075) Consolation

 

It was 1.30pm when Gary woke up and decided to take himself into the bathroom and have a shower and he had just finished drying off when the doorbell rang.

He slipped on his robe and made his way downstairs and the doorbell rang again.

“Ok I’m coming” Gary called.

He got to the front door as quickly as possible and on opening it he discovered Evelyn standing the other side of it in tears.

“What’s happened?” he asked as he pulled her into the house.

He quickly closed the door, and she immediately threw herself into his arms.

It was some minutes before she had composed herself sufficiently to be able to speak.

“I’ve just come from the hospital,” she sobbed and then broke down again.

So, he chivalrously stepped into action, offering himself up to comfort her with arms open wide.

“I’m sorry” Evelyn said gratefully accepting his open arms and burying her tearstained face in his neck.

He made encouraging noises and stroked her back, but being a shoulder to cry on was the full extent of his expertise.

They held that position for some time until Evelyn’s sobs began to get shallower and shallower and eventually abated.

But still she held on to him tightly and began to nuzzle his neck and he could feel her breath on his skin, and while still nuzzling his neck her hands began to caress up and down his back and her nuzzles turned to kisses.

So, it appeared the Gary could do more than offer a shoulder to cry on as he ended up consoling her on the sofa, before consoling her some more later in his bed.

Uncanny Tales – (074) The Serendipitous Find

 

John and Sharon Daly were moving to Downshire and as they were unfamiliar with the County, they took a week’s holiday to get the lay of the land and look for properties within a 20-mile radius of Abbeyvale, where they would both be working.

It was on their third day when they drove to the south of Northchapel and got lost and ended up in the beautiful village of Chapel Hill.

There was an expanse of green at the centre of the village complete with duckpond and a weeping willow tree.

On the north side of the green was the pub, The Woodcutters Tavern and attached to the side of the pub there was a Stephenson’s general store and post office, across the green from the pub was the church, St Peter’s, with the vicarage to one side and a row of shops ran alongside the road on the West of the green, Buckley’s Greengrocer and Fruiterer’s, Addisons Bakery, Harvey’s Pharmacy, Bizzie Lizzie Florist, Mazzones Hairdressers, Harrisons Hardware and Boddingtons Butchers.

“It seems to have everything here” Sharon said.

“And its lovely”

“Well lets walk over to the Pub and we can go online to see if we can actually afford to live here.”

As they crossed the green, they noticed on the farthest side, at the end of the lane, what appeared to be a “for sale” board.

John and Sharon looked at each other, shrugged and walked towards it.

When they reached the end of the lane they stopped and looked at the board.

“Owen and Hargreaves of Abbottsford,” it read.

John took out a pen and paper and started to write down the phone number.

“Hello there,” said a disembodied voice.

John looked up and saw an elderly lady emerge from behind some shrubbery.

“Did you want to see round the house?” she said removing her gardening glove.

“Well, we haven’t come from the agent,” said Sharon hesitantly.

“We were just out for a drive and stumbled upon the village.”    

“Well, you might as well see it now you’re here,” she said with a smile and opened the gate.

“Come on in” she gestured.

“Come on in I’m Isabelle” she offered her hand and cocked her head.

“Oh, I’m John Daly” he said taking her hand.

“This is my wife, Sharon.”

After introductions they were given the full tour of the house and gardens ending with drinks on the patio.

“I only put the house on the market yesterday” she told them.

“You’re the first to view”

She then told them that since the children, she had six, had grown up and moved away and her husband had “passed on” the house was just too big for her now.

So, she was going to go and live with her daughter in Canada.

“I have the estate agent’s details in the house, it gives all the room sizes and such, I’ll just pop in and get it” she said disappearing through the French doors.

“What do you think?” whispered Sharon.

“It’s lovely” he replied in a whisper “It’s perfect.” 

The house was called “Hill View Cottage” and was nestled in the hillside amidst the remnants of the ancient forest, which was once draped across the whole of the southern landscape.

The garden sloped gently away from the house and as they sat on Isabelle’s patio, they looked out across the valley to the distant town of Abbeyvale, and beyond to the forested hills on the far side of the valley.

“This is the one” she said.

“Let’s make an offer then” John agreed.

Uncanny Tales – (073) Bridal Favours

 

The wedding, on Saturday, was a fairy tale affair at St Giles’ Church and every woman present was jealous to the core and such was Kaylyn Lawson’s popularity in the village that the Church was full to the gunwales.

St Giles’ was a pretty little Church and was made even more so by the Church ladies by the addition of flowers and dressings of appropriate finery.

The wedding party were conveyed to and from the Church in a Vintage Rolls Royce.

When Kaylyn appeared on the arm of the Lord of the Manor there was an audible gasp.

After a very moving ceremony the reception was held at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.

But two hours before the ceremony she was laying on her bed in a state of undress, flushed pink after some sexual exertions and said.

“That was lovely.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it” John said as he got off the bed.

“You know that the best man is supposed to seduce the bridesmaid after the reception” she said.

“So, I believe” John said.

“So why have you just sullied the bride before the wedding?” she asked.

“Because you asked me to” he replied.

“Now you’d better put these back on” he added, handing her, her pristine white knickers.

“I’m not going to need these yet, if I ask you to sully me again” she said and dropped her panties on the floor.

Uncanny Tales – (072) An Unconventional New Year

 

On the morning after New Years Eve, following an unexpected, but nonetheless extraordinarily passionate sexual encounter, Mark Pilley woke about midmorning to find Shirley Merrison under the duvet performing toe curling fellatio on him.

Under the circumstances there was only one thing he could do which was to join her under the covers and return the favour.

The result of this mutually generous act was that they didn’t arrive downstairs until lunchtime.

 

However, although they were both late on parade, they would not have considered themselves in anyway slovenly, they were at least showered, though admittedly not dressed.

So, they ate lunch rather decadently in bath robes and to be perfectly honest were both looking forward to spending the afternoon in a similar vein to the morning.

 

Now this was probably not an unusual state of affairs and was probably repeated up and down the country, however what was unusual in this case was that Shirley was Mark’s stepmother.