It had finally happened. It was Tuesday morning and he was in bed with Ursula. He wouldn't be going to work today after a night like that. Seven times! God, these young people had some stamina. But, then, so did he. He'd astonished himself and he thought, or hoped, he'd astonished Ursula too.
Mark had married the second woman he'd had sex with. He'd been with the first since just after leaving school for about five years. He'd stayed in that relationship simply because he was scared that no-one else would want to have sex with him. He wasn't ugly or anything. He wasn't tall but neither was he absurdly short. He just lacked confidence when it came to approaching girls.
Eventually, his work had taken him to another part of the country and that first relationship had fizzled out. After a few months, Mark was astonished to find another woman who found him attractive and who wanted to sleep with him. He had grabbed this opportunity with both hands. They'd lived together for five years and then married.
And that's where it all went wrong. Mark's wife had felt the relationship slip into boring routine. Everything was predictable. They'd each go to work. They'd have an evening meal, watch some TV then go to bed. On Fridays, they'd go to the pub. They'd have sex every Sunday morning and sometimes on one other night a week. Looking back, though it had been devastating at the time, Mark could see why his wife had divorced him and gone off with his friend.
So Mark had found himself single again at the age of 33. His brother-in-law had given him some sound advice.
"Get yourself a flat with a bloody big bed."
And Mark had done just that. Well, the bed had been a standard double but the principle was the same.
For a while, the bed had solo occupancy as Mark's already-low confidence with women was sent even lower by the humiliation of his wife's departure. But then he began to realise that there were many women in their thirties who wanted sex. They didn't necessarily want a permanent relationship. And some of them found Mark, as a single man, attractive.
And so, after spending his teens and twenties with just two women, Mark found himself acquiring a reputation as something of a stud. While his male friends of his own age were trapped in relationships, he was free to sleep around like most boys did in their teens and early twenties. His confidence grew as did the number of metaphorical notches on his bed post.
The surprising thing was that, far from putting women off, Mark's mild promiscuity seemed to attract them. Also, there was some gossip among them about the size of his dick. Mark didn't think it was especially large. Like most men, he'd measured it and it was around six inches long when hard. But it was also about six inches in circumference, which he'd read was quite big and it had attracted comment from his recent partners.
Every week he and a group friends, some single men and a some couples, would meet for a drink. There was usually a girl called Ursula there as well. While most of the group were in their mid-to-late thirties, Ursula stood out as she was 23. She was tall and striking with short, spiky, blonde hair. She'd said that she was half Swedish and she had those beautiful Scandinavian features. She had an athletic figure with small but firm breasts and a ready line in jokes and banter.
Ursula was a PhD student at the local university. As well as the pub nights with Mark's friends, she had her own life with other students and had no shortage of boyfriends. Mark would flirt with her and try to get her back to his place but she'd shown no interest and he'd never really expected her to, given that he was now 36 - an old man to someone of 23.
But one Bank Holiday Monday, that had changed. They'd both been at an afternoon barbecue party. Much beer and wine had been drunk when the time came for them to leave. Mark and Ursula lived quite near each other. They'd both arrived by bicycle and Ursula would have to pass Mark's flat to get to her own. And so they set off together.
Mark lived at the top of a steep hill. As they'd both had a fair amount to drink, and as the weather was still hot, they got off their bikes and pushed them up the hill.
As they reached Mark's flat, he said, "Well, do you fancy coming in for a coffee?"
He'd expected her to say no. They'd been in similar situations countless times coming back from their pub sessions and she'd always said no. He'd only asked this time as it was sort of a joke between them that he'd always ask and she'd always refuse.
But, whether it was the alcohol, whether she'd changed her mind, or whether she just genuinely wanted a cup of coffee, this time she said,
"Yeah. Why not?"
And so they'd hurriedly stashed their bikes in the store and made their way up to Mark's flat. He hoped he hadn't left it too untidy. He hadn't expected to be bringing anyone back after the barbecue. Fortunately, apart from a few books scattered about, it looked OK as he invited Ursula to take a seat on the sofa (the only place to sit).
As she sat, he asked "Do you actually want a coffee?"
"Yes. That's why I came up."
So that was it. She just wanted a drink. Mark had thought when she'd agreed to come in there was just a chance that "coffee" was a euphemism but his heart hadn't really believed it. After all, what would this young girl see in him beyond friendship? So he wasn't that disappointed as he went off to the kitchen to make coffee.
When he'd made it, they sat together on the sofa, talking about this and that and joking about friends who had been at the barbecue. And then, it just happened. Their eyes met and, without either of them really thinking about it, they kissed.
The kiss grew passionate and Mark's tongue was exploring Ursula's mouth. And then her tongue was in his. Ursula was wearing shorts with a bib held up with straps over a white tee shirt. As their kissing grew more passionate, Mark tentatively put his hand over one of the buttons that held the bib up. Ursula's hand covered his.
"Oh well" he thought "The kiss was nice but that's all I'm getting."
But Ursula's hand wasn't there to stop him, it was to help him undo the button. They undid that button and the one the other side so that the bib fell onto Ursula's lap. She stood up and let her shorts fall to the floor. She stood before him dressed in her white tee shirt. He could just see her white knickers beneath its hem.
Mark was also wearing shorts and a tee shirt and the shorts were now tenting in front of him. Ursula sat again beside him on the sofa. They kissed again and she reached out and placed her hand on the bulge in his shorts.
"Mmm" was all she said.
Her hands moved to the fastening. Skillfully she undid the button and drew his zip down. She motioned for him to stand up and pulled his shorts off revealing his tight black trunks, barely containing his straining erection.
They sat together and kissed some more. Then Mark took hold of the hem of Ursula's tee shirt and pulled it over her head, placing it on the floor with her shorts. She was wearing a one piece sports bra.
"You just pull it over my head," she said.