Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 12We Go VisitingHas Geoff found the secret to their success?

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The

girls, and Lucy in particular, wanted me to find the inner me. So I had

and, as illustrated by my behavior that evening, I had found that my

inner me was a bit of a twat. I still liked giving women orgasms, but

the dark side of me enjoyed it even more when it was on my terms. Oh,

Lucy was going to come tonight, of that there was no doubt, but it would

be when and how I chose.

She

yelled imprecations at me, slandering my parentage, my masculinity and,

for some bizarre reason, my dress sense. That offended me because Marie

guides me in sartorial matters and my wife was, therefore, insulted by

proxy. So I took out the flogger, the one with the forty eight leather

laces, and laid it on Lucy's bare backside.

"Lucy,

Lucy, Lucy. You've upset me now," I murmured menacingly in her ear.

"You know I'll have to punish you." And I gave her a gentle stroke of

the flogger across her rump. She snorted in derision. The second stroke

was harder and the third harder still. The fourth generated a cry of

pain so I decided that was the intensity I was aiming for. And so I laid

into her, using only a little less force on her tits and genitals, for a

full two minutes.

She

was whimpering quietly when I finished and to make amends I restarted

the wand and applied it to her clit. Unfortunately for Lucy I was still

in Darth Geoffrey mode, so the application was remorseless. Despite her

writhing, her pleading and her threats I held it there until I was good

and ready. By then my erection enhancing tablet had long since kicked in

and I was hard again. I knelt behind her, slowly ran the wand one final

time from her anus, between her nether lips and onto her clit and then,

without warning, I penetrated her. Well, it was what she'd been

shouting for after all.

She

was so wet inside but still delightfully snug. I grabbed her slender

hips and pulled her onto my cock to meet my every thrust.

"That's

it!" She yelled, her voice only slightly muffled by the pillow. "Fuck

me! Use me! Come on you bastard! Harder!" I reached forward and grabbed

her hair again, pulling her head back as I pounded. "Yes!" She cried.

"You fucking love this; don't you? Pull harder! Hurt me! Make me yours!"

She carried on in this vein for the next five minutes.

I

have to admit, in hindsight, I was lost in the moment. If we'd been

playing asphyxiation games, it could have gone horribly wrong. That

night, though, the pair of us shared the most brutal mindless fuck

either of us had ever experienced. I'm not claiming that it was the best

sex we'd ever had, but it was the rawest. Lucy came first, of course;

she'd been well primed by then. Her demands now replaced by screams of,

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh! Fuck! Yes!"

Given

her forced immobility, she was unable to relax after her orgasm even

after I had finally, and with great satisfaction, streamed another

teaspoonful of sperm onto her cervix. I knelt, hands on her hips, still

pulling her ass cheeks hard into my belly, breathing hard and thanking

any deity willing to listen for the privilege of having sex like that at

my age.

There

was a tapping on the bedroom door. I grinned to myself at what we must

have sounded like to the others. "Yes," I called out. "Who is it? Is

there something you need?"

"Well,

it's all of us Geoffrey," came Marie's voice, muffled through the door.

"We're sort of worried and yet oddly excited by what we were hearing."

She paused, presumably waiting for me to respond. No chance! I wanted

them to say it out loud. "Geoff, Lucy, please may we come in?"

I

almost asked Lucy before I remembered. She was mine and therefore had

no vote. I answered, in keeping with my adopted dark nature. "Certainly;

as long as you're naked."

I

heard Angie's brief laugh and then the door opened, slowly, as if that

alone could mitigate the horror of what they might find. My wife and Sue

were first, suitably attired, nude that is: two buxom women holding

hands for reassurance. Angela and Margie followed, taller, more slender

but similarly undressed, leaving a small pile of dressing gowns in the

passage-way behind them. They gazed at the tableau in front of them:

Lucy, also naked, face down in a pillow with her hands cuffed behind her

knees. Me, upright behind her, cock still embedded in her cunt, her

hair gripped in my fist, both of us glistening with sweat.

I

smiled at our audience as my wilting dick slipped out of my spent

little fuck toy. "Angela. Uncuff Lucy." I commanded, careful not to make

it a request. Angie complied and, after looking to me for approval,

helped Lucy stretch out on the bed. I stood and stretched, ignoring my

nakedness.

"Are you okay, Lucy?" Asked a concerned Sue.

"It's

like a drug," mumbled Lucy. "It's uncomfortable, it's degrading, some

of it even fucking hurts, but I want more." She looked at the other

women pleading for understanding. "Why?" She asked simply. "What the

fuck is wrong with me?"

"Perhaps, Sir, if I tried it, I might be able to help her find the answer," Angela suggested, trying to look innocent.

"You'll

get your turn, my pet," I promised. "But first I'll need to think of a

way for you to earn it." I turned my attention to Sue and Margie. "Does

this appeal to either of you?" I offered.

Margie

looked horrified at the thought and I knew my wife found the prospect

unthinkable following an unresolved unpleasant event in her childhood.

Sue, however, seemed intrigued. "Lucy seems to find the experience

addictive. I have to admit that I'd like to feel the way she does now,

but I'm not sure I have the nerve to go through with it."

"It's

like a white knuckle ride," Lucy contributed from the bed. "It takes

nerve to get on and, once the ride starts, you're committed." She gave a

huge, shuddering sigh. "But the adrenaline rush is amazing."

"She

certainly sounded; exhilarated," Sue observed, thoughtfully. "Do you

have the capacity to tone this down, you know, for beginners?"

"Lucy

is my test bench," I replied, ignoring the aggrieved complaint from the

bed. "I'm sure that I could offer a bespoke experience to those who

wanted to explore that side of their sexuality." I left the bed and

crossed to where Sue stood, still holding Marie's hand. I reached up to

caress Sue's cheek. She tried not to flinch. I moved my hand, slowly,

under her chin, down where I paused to gently grip her throat and then

on to her tits. "Your body betrays you, Sue," I taunted her. "Your lips

say, 'no' but your nipples say 'yes please'." She swallowed nervously.

"I

won't offer," I told her. "If this is what you want, you'll have to

beg. And." I thought this might add an extra frisson. "There will be no

safe words. If you ask for this, once the door is closed everything that

happens to you until I open it again, is entirely at my whim."

Sue's

neck and chest began to flush. Marie noticed and shook her head in fake

despair. "Have we lost you to the Dark Side, Geoff? Is there still good

in you?"

I

leant across to kiss her gently. "I told you. I'll be whoever you need

me to be. Look at Sue." She did. "Sue is as aroused now as I've ever

seen her." Sue tried to protest but the truth was obvious. "Take her

back to bed now and enjoy her. Ask her tomorrow how she feels."

The

four women left, leaving Lucy and I together again. I sat in one of the

bedroom chairs and pulled onto my lap. "Remember this, Lucy?" I asked.

"Our first intimate moment?"

She

leant her head against my chest. "You were so kind and gentle then,"

she said, reminiscing. "You told me that my snatch was: Oh!" She stopped

speaking as my finger slipped between her thighs and into that moist

little channel that I had once pronounced to be delightful. My other arm

circled her slender body allowing me to caress her tit while I bent to

kiss her ear. She responded just as she had in the pub; with a quiet

intensity. Her eventual orgasm was similar too. Not noisy, the way she

was when I was tormenting her, but serene and beautiful. Her body

twitched twice, then three times and she slumped against me until the

aftershocks subsided.

"I

love you, Geoff," she breathed. "And Marie. You give without

expectation and you just care. My husband takes and ignores." She

wriggled to get comfy and little Geoff started to recover. She burrowed

into me. "Here, I'm warm and safe and loved; at home I'm ignored,

exploited and insulted. Thank you for showing me how my life should be."

"I love you too, Lucy." I kissed her, tenderly. "Now, can I put Dark Geoffrey back in his cage and actually make love to you?"

"I think that would be very nice," she replied softly. And she was right.

The

next morning was one of the best wake-ups I'd ever had. Marie joined me

and Lucy in bed, shortly followed by Sue and then Angie and Margie.

Now, even a king-sized bed gets crowded with six people in it, but all

the women were in a playful mood and it wasn't long before they got

rather caught up in the game of 'Whose Vagina'. I assume you've already

guessed the rules. For those of a slower uptake; I had to lay on my

back, blindfolded, while the girls took turns to mount me. I had to

guess who it was, using only my cock.

Now,

though I say so myself, I was rather good at it, though I did get

Margie and Angie muddled up. It was also very enjoyable. The first round

lasted about fifteen minutes until I ejaculated into a birth canal that

I correctly recognized as my wife's. Actually, it was the only round

because Margie and Sue had to leave after breakfast and we had some

things to discuss first.

It

was just after nine when we all finally assembled in our dining room.

Angie and Lucy had been first downstairs and had started breakfast. By

the time I appeared, the table was set for six people and there were

platters of toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and black pudding in the middle

for us to help ourselves. As I sat down, Marie appeared carrying a pot

of tea and another of coffee; Sue followed with a plate full of

croissants and pain au chocolat.

We

all piled in and ate and chatted and discussed our plans for the

weekend and, eventually, Lucy described being bound and tortured the

night before.

It

was delightful to sit and listen to the ribald conversations taking

place around me. Marie reached over and squeezed my hand affectionately.

"You seem more content today, my love," she observed, quietly.

I

returned her gesture. "I, in fact we, have had sex with all of these

women." I gestured around the table. "Most wives would be incandescent

with jealousy, the more so because, as fond as I am of Margie and Sue,

you know how much I love Angie and Lucy." I paused to watch her nod in

acquiescence. "And I, dear heart, am aware of your feelings for Sue." We

glanced across the table at the lady in question who, hearing her name,

looked across at us and shared an endearing smile.

I

carried on. "When you and Sue are together, do you mock me? Would you

prefer it was her in your bed every night?" I saw my wife begin to

protest. "No," I interrupted. "I know you don't. Any more than I do with

Lucy." I stopped speaking as my mind began to assemble apparently

disparate facts into an explanation of something that had been

concerning me for some weeks. Indeed, since my wife had first broached

the topic of inviting her friends to share our beds.

Marie

knew me well enough to hold her tongue as I assembled my thoughts;

though a cocked eyebrow and enquiring look made it obvious that she

expected me to spit it out when I was ready. "You know how uncomfortable

I was when you asked if you could share me?" She nodded; I had, after

all, been quite vocal about my concerns. "I think that I finally

understand why it has worked, so far at least."

"Do tell, Geoff," she prompted, gently.

The

room was quiet now; the other women picking up on the tone of our

exchange. "I love you Marie. You know I would never risk losing you." It

was a statement, not a question.

"I have never doubted that," she replied.

"If

you had asked me which of your friends I would have liked to sleep

with, I would have interpreted that as a test; a trap, even. An

invitation to admit that sex with you wasn't enough." I studied her face

to see if she was following me. Satisfied, I carried on. "But it was

never about my desires, or yours. It was always about theirs; Angie,

Lucy, Jo, Megan, Kate and then Sam. Then Margie and Sue. It worked

because you wanted them to experience the intimacy that you and I still

shared, the intimacy that they had lost. You didn't procure these women

for me, you selflessly agreed to share what we had with them."

I

thought a moment longer, our guests remaining silent. "That's why you

swore that you would never ask me to let you fuck another man. That's

why I was so uncomfortable when you suggested that you might invite Jane

to join us. I felt you would see Jane as an object of my desire that

you were allowing me to have, rather than a woman, widowed at an early

age, who sacrificed any love life in order to focus on her son. It's

about us sharing with those we care about rather than us looking for new

experiences for ourselves."

"He got there eventually didn't he, babe?" Angie commented.

"He

did," my wife agreed. "Does that mean that I can invite Jane now?" She

asked me. "She has a massive crush on you and she's nice really. I think

she only gossips because she's lonely."

My answer was interrupted by my phone; it was my friend, Mike. I excused myself and went into the living room to take the call.

"Hi Mike, what can I do for you?"

"Hi Geoff, I'm not disturbing you am I?"

"No, but you might have got me out of washing the breakfast pots."

"Then you are going to be doubly blessed."

I was intrigued. "Go on. You have my attention."

"My

ladies were at a concert last night so I was at a loose end." Mike was

married but had recently, at his wife's request, accepted his Sister in

Law, Ruth, into their marriage. Despite my initial misgivings, it seemed

to be working. "Well," he continued. "I thought that I might go back to

the Fox and Hounds where we'd been spying on your friend, Eddie.

Anyway, I got talking to the barmaid and I commented that it was quieter

than the last time I'd been in and she immediately realized I was

talking about Eddie and his crew. I let her vent; she really doesn't

like them. It seems she's a little transphobic." Mike paused there,

waiting for the implication to percolate through my brain.

"Eddie's not; Oh!" The realization hit me.

"Yes,"

Mike confirmed. "Eddie's special friend, Cherie, is very special. Her

parents originally named her Frank." I pondered on that, but Mike hadn't

finished. "Apparently, or at least according to the barmaid, Eddie and

Cherie have been a couple for a few months now."

"Thanks, Mike. Did the barmaid twig that you had a particular interest in them?"

"Can't

see why she would," he replied. "I commented on how quiet it was and

she went off on a rant. I just sat and listened. Anyway, she can't stand

either of them so it's hardly likely to come up in conversation."

I

thanked him again and went back to the table. The discussion there had

moved on to the new rostering system for Wednesday evenings. As a

throuple, we were now in a position where Angie having sex as part of

the cycle with the other women made no sense. They were considering

alternative strategies, but the process was further complicated by

Lucy's insistence that, as my free-use sex toy, I could have her

whenever, wherever and however I wanted.

I

let the debate wash over me; they would eventually tell me what they

had decided. Meanwhile, I brooded over Mike's intelligence briefing. I

knew that I had to tell Lucy; but now, in front of the others, or should

I wait?

My

wife must have noticed that I was distracted. "Who was it, Geoff? Is

something wrong?" The conversation faltered again, all eyes turned on

me.

"That was my friend Mike," I admitted. "He was at a loose end yesterday evening so he went to The Fox and Hounds for a pint."

"Was Eddie there with that tart?" Lucy asked quietly.

"No, but the barmaid obviously isn't a fan of their little clique," I conceded.

"Well,

I can't see why Eddie would leave Lucy at home for that lump." Marie

was obviously angry at his betrayal of her friend, because it wasn't

like her to be that judgmental of women's bodies. "What has she got that

Lucy hasn't?"

There it was. The moment was now. You can't pass up an invitation like that, can you. "A cock?" I ventured.

"What?" Marie seemed confused.

Angie

got it first. Then I saw the realization hit Lucy. "No fucking way.

She's trans? Eddie's cheating on me with a chick with a dick?"

I

held my hands up. "Cherie was known as Frank for the first part of, I

suppose, her life. How far through transition she's gone, I have no

idea. I'm just repeating what the barmaid told Mike. Apparently they

have been close for a while."

Everyone

looked sympathetically towards Lucy. She shook her head. "If he'd said

he had met someone else: if he'd said there was someone who could do

things that I couldn't;” She seemed more frustrated than annoyed. "But I

can't: I won't, forgive him for gaslighting me. Making me doubt myself

as a wife, as a woman for fuck's sake. No! That crossed the line and I

won't stand for it."

She

gazed levelly at me. "You know me well enough by now, Geoff. What would

I have said if he'd admitted that he was fascinated by a trans woman?"

I

thought for a moment. "Honestly?" Lucy nodded in reply. "Then based on

recent personal experience," I suggested. "You would probably have told

him to bring her home one night for a threesome and banged her brains

out."

"I

would," she asserted. "He was my husband and we were supposed to be

there for each other. The way that you are." She waved her hand to

include us all. "I was intending to move my things out on Monday. Now I

am more determined than ever; and I shall not be going back."

"We'll be there to help you, Lucy," Marie told her. "Has Megan somewhere prepared for all your stuff?"

Lucy looked a bit nonplussed. "Oh. I assume so," she said, her voice lacking any certainty.

At

that moment, I realized there was something that needed to be done, and

this was my opportunity. "I'll ring Charles to see if we can treat him

and Megan to lunch and afterwards we can help Megan make room for Lucy's

belongings."

The

women seemed to approve, so I retreated back to the living room while

the girls returned to scheduling their cock time with me. I had an

interesting chat with Charles and an even better one with Megan when he

passed the phone over to her.

By

the time I re-joined the women in the kitchen, some consensus seemed to

have been reached and Sue and Margie were preparing to leave. They both

thanked us effusively for our hospitality before swapping some

lingering kisses with each of us before they left.

I

told the three remaining women, my wife, our betrothed and my sex toy,

that Megan had invited us all to Sunday dinner, insisting it would be no

imposition because she would have it catered by a local restaurant.

Apparently this was something she discovered during lockdown and decided

that it was easier to continue compared to cooking by herself just for

the two of them. Not being short of a pound or two probably helped.

"So,"

I began. And something in my voice must have warned them that Dark

Geoffrey had come out to play, because they all looked rather uncertain

as to where this was going. "I suggested to Megan that it would be a

nice gesture towards Charles, for being so understanding, if all of my

girls made a special effort when choosing what to wear." I leered at

them. "Would you like to go shopping?"

Marie

understood immediately. Last time we had visited Megan and Charles, the

two women had gone shopping for lingerie which they had modelled for us

when they got back. I felt I owed another sample of this token gesture

to Charles for allowing his wife to join us in bed. The man's poor

health had rendered him impotent, but there was nothing wrong with his

eyesight.

"Come

on girls," she exclaimed. "Get ready to go shopping. Geoffrey's taking

us to Seductress for some mucky underwear. Then tomorrow we can flash

him and Charles before dinner."

"Not

quite," I corrected her. "You will be flashing Charles and me

throughout dinner too. You will be wearing only your lingerie at the

table for the whole meal." I got three very thoughtful looks in return.

The

shopping went quite well, under the circumstances. The girls didn't

want me to get a sneak preview of their purchases, so I went for a

browse round the nearby shops, ending up in a hardware store. I made

some purchases for a project that had recently occurred to me and was

looking thoughtfully at a benchtop wood-lathe when they tracked me down.

Angie insisted on treating us all to lunch at an Indian restaurant

about ten minutes away. We sat and ate and they teased me with

descriptions of the flimsy bits of fabric I had just paid a fortune for.

They could have their fun; Dark Geoffrey had his own plans.

We

eventually made our way home and, after an afternoon just lazing,

watching rugby in my case, and trying on underwear and matching outfits

upstairs in theirs, Angie and Lucy both went home, each promising to be

back by ten thirty the next morning in order to get to Charles and

Megan's home by eleven.

"Have

you had a nice day, Geoff?" My wife enquired, settling herself on my

lap. She was fully dressed, but one can't have everything.

"I

have indeed my little sugar plum," I replied truthfully. "Five women in

my bed as I wake up, an Indian meal for lunch and you on my lap now.

More deserving men than me have less to be grateful for."

"Do

not undersell yourself," she responded, tartly. "Each of those women

has every reason for being as happy to get fucked as you are to fuck

them. And me too," she admitted shyly.

I

lay back and pulled her to my chest. "Are we skating close to any

boundaries yet?" I asked. "I expect you to be honest if you're

uncomfortable about where our lives are heading."

She

gave my question some thought. "No," she replied. "We aren't seeking

lovers to satisfy our own needs so there's no reason for jealousy." She

shrugged. "I know Angie adores you and Lucy seems to have adopted you as

a.;” She paused. "To be honest, I've no bloody idea what the hell

Lucy's relationship with you is." Another shrug and Marie gave me a

tender kiss. "I don't care; she's much happier, you seemed quite content

to be embedded in her cunt last night and Angie and I had a pleasant

evening with our new friends' heads between our legs."

She

smiled at the recollection. "Anything on TV tonight, sweetheart?" She

asked. I didn't bother looking. It had not been that long since our

adventure began, but I recognized the implied suggestion. Whenever Marie

had been with another woman she was always anxious until we had made

love together. Whether she needed reassuring that I wasn't repelled by

her bi-side or whether she needed to reaffirm her straight side; well,

it didn't matter. She's beautiful and a tigress in bed. It was a

privilege just to be in her presence. Being invited to actually take her

upstairs and do naughty things to her body; Well. I kissed her and

eased her off my lap.

"Our

bedroom! Now!" I growled. She beat me to the stairs and was undressing

by the time I found her. My alter-ego could go fuck himself. This

evening my was entirely mine. I stripped too and we made it to the bed

almost simultaneously. I was preparing to sample the taste of Marie's

rather luscious cunt when she surprised me. "Maybe visit down there

later, Geoff?" She suggested, a little hesitantly. "I do enjoy girl time

but, just now, I find it leaves me needing your cock in me."

Well,

it seemed like a reasonable request so I was happy to oblige. Obviously

there was some obligatory booby play which, in fairness she accepted in

the spirit it was given. And it would have been remiss of me not to

offer her clit some manual attention. But within five minutes little (a

term of affection, not comparative measurement) Geoff was

enthusiastically sliding into my wife's delectable and warm ladies'

bits.

There

was a moment as our eyes met. An acknowledgement that, whatever we

shared with anyone else, physical or emotional, what she and I shared

every time we made love was transcendental. And so our dance began.

Missionary first, savoring the brush of body against body. Then, without

haste we moved so that she could mount me. I loved to watch her face

as, impaled on my cock, she sought her own pleasure. I'd assist by

rolling her nipples until she begged me to stop or by rubbing her clit

as she drew figures of eight with her groin.

Eventually,

as ever in this position, the intensity of her impending orgasm

disrupted her co-ordination too much to continue. Often I would throw

her onto her belly and take her from behind but that night I just wanted

to stay inside her. Pulling her to my chest, I began to lunge into her

by thrusting upwards hard with my hips. She tried to respond, God bless

her, but her movements were all over the place. I could tell that she

was close by then and, sure enough, in only a couple of minutes she

began to jerk uncontrollably, her breath came in spasms and her cunt

muscles gripped me like a vice. Whatever hope I had nursed of taking her

to another orgasm died as I erupted inside her for the second time that

day.

We

lay, spent and silent, regaining our breath, enveloped in that warm

endorphin glow that only comes from sex with someone you truly love. We

must have laid like that for at least ten minutes before we even spoke.

"Thank you, Geoff," she whispered. "I do enjoy my 'other side', but

making love with you is different." She propped herself up so that we

could see each other. "It's like going abroad," she explained. "The

colors, the sounds, the taste of the food. It's exotic and exciting but

then, after a while, it isn't enough. As wonderful as it may be, you

just want to be in your own home, your warm, familiar, safe place. You

realize that your home's the way that it is because that's how you want

it to be."

She

accepted my acknowledgement that I understood, and shared, her feelings

and we both must have dozed off. I think that I woke first and

entertained myself for a few minutes by stroking her bum. She stirred

lazily. "Would you like some botty play my love?" She asked. "I'm

feeling rather satisfied at the moment so a blow job or a bit of anal is

there for the asking." She frowned. "You'll have to use a condom

though. I can't be arsed faffing about with the enema kit tonight." She

giggled. "Did you see what I did there?"

"I did indeed, my little fruit bat; very droll."

"Geoffrey?" She seemed strangely uncomfortable. "If you want to do my bum, may I ask a favor?"

"Of course," I replied, wondering where this was going. "Ask me anything."

"Will you cuff me and do.; Things?"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to associate me with, you know, what happened with your cousin."

"He

betrayed my trust," she said, quietly. "But we were only kids. I know

you understand how vulnerable I'll be and I trust you implicitly and

absolutely. I truly believe that you can exorcise that experience by

replacing it with a memory of pleasure by submitting myself totally to

you."

I considered for a moment. "Bathroom. Do whatever you need to; you have ten minutes."

She

gave me one of her adorable smiles and did as I'd said. I busied myself

gathering the items I'd need and then used the other bathroom. We

reconvened in our bedroom.

"We're

doing baby steps here," I told her. "If Sue begs for a taste of

deep-down Geoff, I will go much further with her." Marie shuddered.

Whether with horror or delight, I wasn't certain. I decided to keep it

simple, the same way I did the last time with Lucy. "On your hands and

knees in the middle of the bed, then hands behind your thighs."

She

complied, not quite as enthusiastically as Lucy, and got settled. I

cuffed her wrists behind her knees. As with Lucy, I began with a wand

vibrator on Marie's tits, though I didn't torment her for quite as long.

I watched carefully for any signs of distress but, apart from the

frustration of not being able to participate, she seemed to be okay.

Using the same wand, I moved location to stimulate her vulva and clit,

using my spare hand to fondle her tits; that was primarily for my

benefit though.

After

ten minutes she was dripping wet and gasping, and I was hard as nails. I

stood a rolled on a condom and then, having applied lube, I mounted the

bed behind my wife. I had one more surprise for her as I slipped a

vibrator into her cunt before pressing the tip of my cock against her

puckered little butt-hole. She moaned, at precisely what I neither knew

nor cared. She seemed content enough though.

Pressing

forward with my hips I could feel resistance from her sphincter muscles

until she suddenly relaxed and pushed so that I slid inside almost

seamlessly. I was impressed. "Fuck me, Geoff," she moaned. "Please. Do

it. Go deep. Do it fast."

"Mmm,"

I thought to myself. "Double penetration works well with anal." To be

fair it did. I was getting the benefit too; through the tissues

separating her cunt from her bowel, I could feel the buzzing of the toy

within her body. It was so intense that there was no way that I could

help myself from just going to town on her from the outset.

Again,

as with Lucy, I used my hands on Marie's hips to pull her repeatedly

onto my steel hard cock; smacking my balls into her clit with each

thrust. Even having orgasmed not long before, within five minutes I was

close; too close. Desperate to bring my wife to a climax too, I used my

right hand to assault her clit. It worked. The combination of vibrator,

cock and digits brought Marie to a happy ending just as I filled the

teat of the condom.

Wanting

Marie to have the full experience, I used a tissue to strip the condom

off my cock and moved to kneel at the head of the bed. "Clean me," I

instructed her. Still bound and unable to balance, Marie had no choice

as I maneuvered my cock into her mouth. Like the trouper she was she

sucked and licked and swallowed until I was clean. However amazing it

felt, though, without my chemical helpers there was no chance of another

erection anytime soon so, reluctantly, I stood and released her, laying

by her side and pulling her into a hug.

"Did I do okay?" I was concerned.

"Indeed

you did, husband," she murmured sleepily into my chest. "Can we talk

tomorrow though? She pleaded. "I feel too content for existential

discussions just now."

"Of course, sweetheart," I replied, stroking her hair. "Just let yourself go, while I watch over you."

"Thank you, Geoff. I love you so;” And she drifted off

I

gave her ten minutes to settle and then eased myself out of bed. I

disposed of the contraceptive and took a hygienic baby wipe back into

the bedroom to make sure that Marie's gorgeous little tush was squeaky

clean. After attending to my own needs I climbed in to bed beside her.

I'd had a good day; tomorrow I thought that I might let my evil twin out

to play.

That

Sunday morning, we just snuggled when we woke followed by a quick joint

shower and a light breakfast. Megan had lunch booked for three p.m. and

we didn't want to ruin our appetites. As we ate, we talked about

Marie's feelings about being restrained the previous evening.

"I

trust you, Geoff," she said in a matter of fact tone. "Anything you

want to do to me tied up, I'd let you do to me unrestrained anyway.

Don't get me wrong." She watched me, concerned that I might

misunderstand. "The sex was everything that I could want, but the

handcuffs added nothing for me. If it gets you off, then fine; I'll

play, but please don't do it for my benefit."

"Are you okay knowing that some of the other girls want it?" I asked.

"As

long as you don't draw blood or do lasting harm, I don't care," she

replied. That was good enough for me and we moved on to discussing our

'Wedding' ceremony with Angie

Angie arrived first and helped herself to a coffee. Lucy turned up at exactly ten looking very thoughtful.

"You seem a little subdued today, Lucy," my wife said, obviously concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"From

my point of view, yes," Lucy replied as Marie busied herself making her

a cup of tea. "Eddie, however, may be starting to feel a little

exposed."

Marie joined the three of us at the table and passed Lucy's cup across to her. "Go on. This sounds intriguing."

"Okay."

Lucy frowned slightly as she organized her thoughts. "So, when my first

husband realized he hadn't got long to live, he had two concerns: first

that I should not spend the rest of my life as a lonely widow and

second, that our daughter, Alison, must eventually inherit our home. He

knew that if I ever remarried, my new husband would automatically become

my default beneficiary if I died. That upset him and I agreed, so we

put our house in trust in Alison's name."

Lucy

looked around the table. I grinned at her. I had an idea where this was

going. Lucy grinned back. "So, Alison is currently teaching art in New

Zealand but she plans on retiring back to the UK in due course. At the

moment, I have a right to live in Alison's house as part of the terms of

the trust agreement. Eddie has no rights at all. He isn't even a

tenant. A good solicitor could perhaps find a loophole, but Eddie can't

even afford a bad one."

Angie

couldn't help but laugh at that. Lucy kept going. "I drive a nice car,

but it's a lease, so not really an asset, in fact it's a financial

obligation. I have art materials that were expensive to buy, but have

virtually no resale value. I have part completed works that only have

worth once they're completed and signed. Eddie knows that there isn't

much in the joint account and he's squandered most of the money in his

own account. Megan is confident that, when Eddie and I divorce, she can

make a persuasive, well documented argument that we should split the

balance of the joint account and walk away. Now I intend to move out and

let Alison rent the house, either as an Air B and B or to tenants. It's

too big for two really, let alone me by myself.

She

seemed a little pensive. "That would leave him homeless, with a very

modest income and about ten thousand pounds in cash, as long as he

doesn't waste it on solicitors trying to screw me for more money."

She

carried on. "We actually spoke briefly over breakfast this morning.

Although I never mentioned that I know about his nights out with Cherie,

I think he might have noticed a change in my attitude towards him.

Frankly." She gave a satisfied sigh. "I think that he may have begun to

realize how much he has pissed me off lately and is even now probably

sitting at home, shitting himself."

And

on that cheerful note we piled into my car and drove to Charles and

Megan's place. I've described it before, so I won't go into detail,

other than to repeat that it isn't quite a mansion though it is a lot

larger than our house. Megan met us at the door, accepted the two

bottles of wine that we'd brought and led us through to the large living

room where Charles was waiting for us. I was relieved that his welcome

seemed genuine, especially as Megan and I had enjoyed a very energetic

exchange of bodily fluids less than two weeks previously.

After

greetings were exchanged, Megan offered to make some drinks; I

suggested that we focus on preparing Lucy's new bedroom first and then

perhaps relax with a coffee. Megan tried to conceal a smirk. "Lucy's

rooms, you mean," she corrected me.

"Sorry, what?" I asked.

"If

Lucy is moving here. And you are welcome for as long as you want, my

dear," she added, turning to her friend. "Then she needs a room to sleep

in, a room to paint in and somewhere to store her things. Follow me;

I'll show you."

We

trooped out after her and followed her upstairs. Lucy was almost in

tears when Megan showed her to a large, well-appointed room with a

double bed. "This is your bedroom," Megan began. "You have a small

en-suite here." She opened the bathroom door. "A larger full bath next

door, and opposite." She opened the door facing Lucy's room. "We thought

this South facing room might make an acceptable studio."

Lucy's

eyes began to fill up. Megan seemed embarrassed. "And here." Megan

opened the door opposite the bathroom. "This single room you can use

however you want. Store clothes, things from your home, canvasses, it's

yours to use as you please. Is that alright?" She asked, surprisingly

nervously.

"Oh, Megan, it's perfect," exclaimed Lucy. "Geoff?"

I

understood. There was a double bed in the prospective studio. I had

brought a simple but adequate toolkit in anticipation of something like

that. "Yes, I can dismantle this bed and put it in the store room if

that's what you're asking," I reassured her. "Angie, will you help me

with this while the others take the bedding away?"

She

agreed and we all set to work. By the time Angie and I were finished

carrying the mattress and bed-frame to prop against the wall in the

storage room, Megan was calling up to tell us our coffees were ready.

We

joined the other four in the lounge. Megan and Charles sat together on

one two seater sofa, Marie and Lucy on the other, all chatting

cheerfully about Lucy's move as they relaxed with their drinks. Angie

and I each had an armchair with a small table by the side with a

steaming cup of a most excellent coffee waiting for us. I took a sip and

savored it, listening to the conversation before slipping into my new

found persona.

"Lucy?" She looked up.

"Yes, Geoff?"

"What is your place in my household?"

She

answered without hesitation. "I'm your fuck-toy, Geoff. To use when and

how you wish." Charles seemed both surprised and amused at her frank

reply.

"Thank you, Lucy. You know I love you?"

"Yes, Geoff. I love you too."

"Angela?" She sat upright. That was her 'trigger' name. Fun things tended to happen when it was invoked.

"What is your place in my household?"

"I am betrothed to you and your wife. But I've given myself to you as my master."

"Thank you, Angela. You know I love you?"

"Yes, Geoff. I love you too. Both you and Marie."

Marie sat quietly, correctly anticipating that it was her turn next. "Marie?"

"Yes, Geoff?"

"What is your place in my household?"

"I'm your wife, your chatelain, mother of your children, your lover and soulmate."

"Do you remember your wedding vows?"

She sighed. "Yes, husband mine. I promised to love, honor; and obey."

"Thank you Marie. You know I love you more than life itself?"

"Thank you, Geoff. I love you so much. And you too my dear," she added to Angie. Angie smiled in response.

I

sat back in my chair and took another sip. This coffee really was

excellent. "Ladies of my household, please disrobe. Charles has

generously allowed his wife to share herself with us; it seems only fair

that I return the favor." The three women stood and, smiling,

undressed.

Charles

sat quietly, basking in the sight of three mature, but still

attractive, women undressing in front of him. In fact, the experience

was further enhanced when his own wife stood and undressed too.

Obviously Megan and I had discussed this when we spoke on the phone. She

agreed that we both owed her husband a debt for his selflessly

encouraging his wife to have sex with Marie and me. With Megan's

approval I was about to repay that debt as far as I could.

Marie was in a caramel colored bra and pants ensemble that was so sheer her nipples and waxed mound were clearly visible.

Angela

had stripped off her jeans and top to reveal that she was only wearing a

black thong beneath. Her small tits didn't need a bra for support; a

fact Charles seemed to appreciate.

Lucy's

trademark short skirt was, barely, covering a pair of red panties and

the tight blouse hid a matching lace bra. Of course, being Lucy, the

briefs were open crotch and the bra was cut away to expose her erect

nipples.

Megan

was wearing a pale blue body suit that clung like a second skin. Her

tits, slightly larger than Angie's, showed beautifully against the taut

fabric, as did the slit between her thighs.

Charles

stared in wonder at the bounty in front of him and I decided to move on

to phase two of my surprise. "Lucy, show Megan how grateful you are for

inviting you to stay." Pausing only long enough to glance at me to be

certain she understood my meaning, Lucy stalked across the room to stop

in front of Megan. She held out both hands. Charles sat silently as his

enraptured wife took Lucy's hands and slowly stood. Lucy, on tip-toes

pressed her lips to Megan's; softly at first. Then more urgently. Megan

responded, helpless in the girl-crush she felt for her friend.

Charles

and I had discussed Megan's unspoken and unacknowledged affection for

Lucy. It was satisfying to see it being expressed openly there, in that

room, in front of her husband and their friends.

"Well, this seems unfair to Charles," Dark Geoffrey murmured. "Marie, thank Charles for letting his wife share your bed."

Marie looked uncertainly across at me. "How, Geoff?"

"Marie, my love. What limits did you place on me when you asked me to pleasure your friends?"

"Well, none really," she conceded. Then her eyes opened wide in realization.

"Any way you feel appropriate, my love. ANY way at all," I confirmed.

She

understood. She had promised never to ask me for another man; we never

placed a restriction on me offering her one. Crossing the room she

settled comfortably in Charles' lap. I pulled Angie on to mine.

"Angela," I said quietly. "Today you'll be my whore for Charles. You

will wank him; you will suck his cock; you will put his hands on your

tits, you will put his fingers in your cunt and you will do anything

else that you think will give him pleasure. Do you understand?"

She shuddered. "I understand, sir."

"Good girl. If you do well you will have earned your special treat."

She moaned softly at the thought. I stroked her tits.

I interrupted Megan and Lucy's kiss. "Megan. Did you consider my other offer?"

She

seemed hesitant. "I did. I rang and spoke to our GP. It helps that he's

a client and a family friend. He can't prescribe but he believes it

might be safe."

"Tell him," I suggested. "See what he thinks."

Still

holding Lucy's hand, Megan knelt in front of her husband. "Charles,

darling. We four women are here to make you happy. I spoke to Freddy

yesterday. He believes that it might be safe for you to take a low dose

of Geoffrey's tablets in order to have an erection. But he will not

prescribe it for you and he admits there will be a risk." She looked

tearfully at her man. "The risk concerns me but the choice is yours."

She gazed up at him; Lucy's hand comforting on her shoulder. "If you

insist, I will give you a quarter tablet. If not, we will be here for

you anyway."

Charles

gazed across to me. "What say you, old man? Risk my health, such as it

is," he chuckled. "For one last stiffy?" He cocked his head in enquiry.

"What would you do?"

"Truthfully Charles, I would decline." He seemed surprised at my answer.

I

explained. "I underwent a day of medical tests," I pointed out. "And, I

was in the position of needing to satisfy several women; regularly. My

advice to you, my old friend, is to just lie back and enjoy the

sensation of four near naked women pandering to your whims. Megan is

worried that the drug might harm you. Why upset her needlessly?"

"You

make a good case," he admitted. "Why risk making my health even worse

for just the chance of an erection. Megan, my dear, give Geoff his

medicine back."

Megan hugged him, and Marie who was still on his lap. "Angela, now," I whispered, and sat back to watch the events unfold.

Angie

crossed to the sofa and looked at Marie. "Please stand up," confused,

my wife complied. Angela turned her attention to my friend. "Charles, my

master wants me to please you. To do that properly I must undress you.

May I?"

Charles

gave his mute assent and Angie knelt and undid his belt and then

unbuttoned his trousers. She eased them from him and then folded them

neatly. Straightening slightly, she unbuttoned his shirt as Megan knelt

at his other side, watching.

"Is

that good Charles? Having another woman undress you?" His wife asked.

He looked at her, obviously concerned that she might be jealous, angry

even. She just patted his hand. "I'm here with you to show you how much I

care and appreciate your generosity. Enjoy it Charles, don't worry."

Megan

helped Angie remove his shirt while Marie and Lucy stood and watched. I

heard my wife draw a deep breath when Angie eased his boxers down.

Again, Angie folded the fabric and placed it carefully on the arm of the

sofa, then she began to gently massage his flaccid cock. "Is this okay

Charles?" She asked. "Does it feel nice? Or would you," she added,

leaning forward and in a conspiratorial whisper we could all hear asked,

"or would you prefer Marie to take her thong off and rub her naked bum

on your cock?"

Marie,

startled, looked to see my response. I merely smiled at her as I

finished my drink. She understood. We didn't take lovers to satisfy our

own needs; we allowed our partners to share what we had with those we

cared for. I knew Marie was fond of Charles and she knew how much I

respected the man. My wife realized in that moment that this was a gift

from Megan and me to my friend. My girls were free to do as they pleased

to make him happy.

Megan moved to the empty sofa and patted the seat next to her. "Are you not joining in, Geoff?" She asked.

"You mean fuck one while the other two torment your husband?" I suggested.

She laughed. "You could fuck me while the three of them see to him."

"No.

We had an agreement, only at our house. Anyway, this isn't about me

getting laid, it's a recognition of Charles' generosity and

selflessness."

We

sat watching in silence as Marie knelt and offered her tit for my old

friend to suckle on, while Angie took his cock in her mouth. Lucy was

sitting on the arm of the sofa with Charles hand stroking her lips. "Go

on, Charles," she urged him. "Slip your finger inside my cunt. Feel how

wet I am. Fuck me with your finger. Then suck it and taste my cunt

juice."

"Good lord," murmured Megan, squirming slightly in her seat. "The mouth on that woman. Am I really letting her into my home?"

I had another dark Geoffrey moment. "Lucy. To me."

She

stood and crossed to kneel in front of me. I whispered in her ear. She

grinned, nodded and stood. Taking Megan by the hand she returned to

Charles. Lifting the hand that had just been inside her she pushed

Megan's head towards the glistening juice on his fingers. "Lick me from

your husband's hand," she hissed. Like a zombie, Megan complied.

Marie

had moved to one side to let Charles watch his wife lick Lucy's vaginal

secretions from his finger. Now my wife whispered in his ear. Judging

by the way she stood, slipped down her thong and repositioned herself, I

assumed her words were, "My turn." My assumption turned to certainty as

she guided his hands between her thighs. He turned to me apparently

unsure if this was a step too far. For God's sake! This man gave me

permission to fuck his wife every other Wednesday.

Megan

moved around next to Marie. I saw her husband realize why. Slowly he

held out his hand and she bent to lick her friend's juices, my wife's,

from her husband's finger.

I stood up. "Ladies. You are all doing me proud, but wouldn't you be more comfortable if you did this in bed?"

My

suggestion met with general approval and the four barely clothed women

led a naked Charles, carefully, to the downstairs bedroom he and his

wife shared. I rather thought that his cock looked rather more engorged.

Angela was definitely going to get her reward for that. I followed them

far enough to be sure that he was safely settled on the bed and then

sloped off in search of some more of that coffee. He had four women

taking care of him, I was superfluous.

My

mission successful, I retired to the lounge and read the news on my

phone as I savored my coffee. I pondered a while on whether a man who

could watch his wife let another man touch her was someone I wanted to

be. It wasn't that the sight excited me; it didn't, but nor did it repel

me. I actually felt satisfied that, with my approval, my wife was

making our friend happy. The very man who willingly consented to his

wife joining us for sex. Still, with the support and collusion of her

friends, Marie kept encouraging me to push boundaries. Surely there had

to be a step too far. The question was; how easy would it be to recover

if one of us overstepped?

I

was still musing on that topic when my wife found me. "Are we good,

Geoff?" She asked. "Have I done wrong?" She looked concerned.

I pulled her onto my lap. "No my sweet, have I?" I countered. "Putting you in that situation?"

"No.

I think I understand your reluctance a little better now. It was nice

being playful with Charles," she acknowledged. "But I had to trust you

when you said it was okay. I knew that you wouldn't actually lie to me,

but I did worry that you were fooling yourself because you thought this

was the right thing to do."

"It was a nice thing that you did," I pointed out. "I just didn't object."

"Either

way," she said, ignoring my point. "You are taking a tablet tonight and

Angie, Lucy and I are going to give you a proper seeing to when we get

you home. She got off my lap and collected her thong from the floor. "If

you are okay then, I'll pop back to the bedroom. We're taking it in

turns to straddle him and rub our pusses along his cock. It's getting

noticeably stiffer."

She

almost skipped out of the room, wiggling her cute bare tush at me as

she went through the door. I looked at my watch to see it was time for

the Sunday afternoon rugby. It was still a bit early, but there might be

a women's match on shortly.

The door opened again. This time it was Lucy. "Geoff. A favor please."

"Of course, my luscious little sex bomb; what is it?"

She

preened at my compliment. "Can we go and christen my bed? Megan and

Marie said it was okay and Charles seems quite happy with just three

women."

I

studied her body. The open shelf bra was doing nothing to conceal her

nipples and the glistening lips to her cunt showed through the slit in

her panties. I couldn't think of a single reason to refuse her request:

in all honesty, I barely tried. She took my hand and led me upstairs.

"Just ordinary sex today," I said apologetically as we went. "I didn't

expect to need toys."

She

turned at the top of the stairs and looked at my in surprise. "Geoff,

you adorable idiot," she laughed. I wasn't sure whether I was being

insulted or complimented. "Any sex with you is better than it ever was

with Eddie. The toys just make it more playful."

She

snuggled up to me; always a pleasant experience, even more so when

she's half naked. Leading me into her bedroom, she pulled me towards her

bed. "Geoff, I meant what I said about being your toy. That hasn't

changed." The tone of her voice made it clear that this was important to

her. She watched my serious expression and nodded in satisfaction. "I

like Megan and we both know she likes me. Would you be hurt if she and I

play together sometimes? Like Marie and Angie do?"

I

shook my head. "Or like Marie and Sue, or Angela and Margie, or me and

any other sex deprived waif or stray my wife takes a fancy to?" She

grinned my words. "Lucy." I put my finger under her chin and tilted her

face upwards so that I could plant a tender kiss on her lips. "You owe

me nothing and you do not have to ask my permission to play."

She

stepped back and shook her head; adamant. "I can't marry you, like

Angie and God knows, you wouldn't want me living with you anyway. But;”

Again, she took my hands. "I need you in my life. It makes me feel

secure, wanted in a way that I'd forgotten. Give me your permission."

Her eyes were brimming with tears of frustration. "Please?" She begged.

I

realized that this wasn't about my feelings, but hers. So my decision

was easy. "Lucy, my dear. Not only do you have my permission to play

with Megan, but I would be grateful if you would flirt with, flash or

even play along with Charles too. He might not be able to have sex, but

that needn't mean he can't see two sexy naked women from time to time.

As long as you don't tease him, I'd like you to share your affection

with him too."

I

could see her considering the idea. Her face lit up as something

occurred. "Yes!" She exclaimed. "Megan refuses to let me pay to stay

here, and the house belongs to both of them so I will be their kept

woman." She gave me a disarming smile that completely failed to reassure

me. "And, as you just suggested that I should have sex with them both,

that means you pimped me out like your whore."

She

seemed oddly gleeful at the idea. I never understood women; don't get

me wrong, I like them, but they remain a mystery to me: Lucy most of

all, by a factor of ten.

"Sweetheart,"

I said. "Stop being fucking weird and lay on the bed." She did, and

undressing my little doll took only moments. The open crotch panties

were tantalizing, it's true. But I didn't want a mouthful of fabric. I

wanted to taste Lucy. The bra was less of an issue as it performed

little function other than to highlight where her tits were. Once I had

access to her lady parts, I undressed too and joined her on the bed.

Lucy

apparently tolerated my oral efforts for as long as she could but,

appreciative as she may have been, she wanted cock. She was very clear

on the matter. Her exact words were, "For fuck's sake Geoff. Enough of

the foreplay. Just get up here, kiss me then stick your fucking cock

inside me and give me a good seeing to." Well. Her directions seemed

quite clear, so I followed them to the letter.

She

happily tasted her cunt on my lips as we kissed and my cock slid easily

inside her as we coupled. Lucy was the slightest of my lovers but her

cunt took me comfortably. My cock isn't huge, but my girls seem to find

it satisfying enough. Lucy certainly seemed satisfied as we rocked in

harmony, the nerve endings in my cock and her cunt and clitoris all

firing in a wondrous synchronicity.

In

previous encounters we would break to change position but, that

afternoon, all we needed was each other. We didn't speak; there was no

need. Her hips rose to meet mine with each thrust. We shared kisses as

we mated. We instinctively knew what the other wanted and we did what

the other needed. In short, we fucked like rabbits but with a deep and

enduring underlying affection.

I

should be ashamed to admit that I came first but if you had fucked this

adorable little minx that afternoon, you would have fucking come first

too. Despite shooting my sperm into her, I managed to keep going long

enough to take her to a long, shuddering climax. I held myself up on

outstretched arms, gazing down at my smug little whore. She gave a

contented sigh. "Next time," she murmured. "We're going to have to

christen the studio."

My

cock slipped out of her so I laid by her side. "Will you take me home

tonight, Geoff?" she asked. "One last night in the same house as him,

and then I move in here."

"Of

course, my little tart," I answered. "I'll get Marie and Angie to

follow us and we'll stay with you until you're ready for us to leave."

"And will you come tomorrow, when I move out?"

"If that's what you want."

"It

is," she declared, emphatically. "I need you three there with me when I

leave that part of my past behind. Megan has a surprise prepared too."

I was puzzled. "If you know, how is it a surprise?"

She giggled happily. "The surprise is for Eddie."

"Oh," was all I needed to add to that.

We

lay cuddling for ten more minutes and then used the bathroom and

dressed. Well, I dressed and Lucy put her knickers back on. Lucy went to

find the others and I went in search of more coffee.

Again

it was my wife who eventually tracked me down. "Lucy seems happy," she

remarked, shuffling contentedly onto my lap and snuggling into me.

There's a definite pattern to women and my lap. I like it though, and

see no reason to argue when they park their bottoms there.

"Indeed, my precious little gem. I have always found her to be a very cheerful person."

"Well-fucked happy," my wife clarified.

"One does ones best," I observed, modestly. "And she is very fuckable."

"Yes, she certainly is that." Marie conceded. "Should I be concerned?"

I considered her question. "She wants the two of us to christen her studio too. Does that bother you?"

"We keep breaking the rules," she replied, ignoring my question.

"Maybe the rules are wrong," I countered.

"They were your rules," she pointed out.

"Then they are almost certainly wrong. Good God, woman. Have you learnt nothing in forty years?"

"Are we going to have sex tonight?" She asked.

"I hope so."

"With Angie joining us? And Lucy?" She persisted.

"If you're okay with that."

"Then you have my permission to help Lucy dedicate her new studio to her muse, master and pimp."

"Ah. She mentioned that did she?"

"Virtually

her first words when she re-joined us. Megan seemed pleased and I

thought Charles was going to burst a blood vessel, laughing."

"Is Charles enjoying our visit?" I asked.

"I think we've worn him out,' Marie confessed. "He was asleep when I left."

"The others?" I had noticed there was only one partially dressed woman with me, rather than four.

"Angie

has taken your instructions to heart and is laid behind Charles,

stroking his cock while he's asleep, and Lucy is paying the down payment

on her rent to Megan the way only Lucy can." I could imagine!

I

checked my watch and dispatched my wife to fetch the remote control for

the TV and she resumed her rightful place on my lap as we watched the

ladies match together. It was nice. Marie, recently having rediscovered

that she was attracted to women, could now take an open interest in

admiring some of the more comely players on the field. We both agreed

that one of the prop forwards, for all her sturdy build, was a very

attractive girl.

I assume that was what prompted Marie's next question. "If I asked Wendy to join our coven, would you fuck her?"

I contemplated. "Would you invite her without discussing it with me first?"

"We're discussing it now," she pointed out.

"Your

six friends were effectively single. Margie and Sue are unattached. But

Jane and Wendy are different. Ben sees us as almost family and Wendy's

daughter and our grandson are extremely close. How would Colin feel if

he found out that Gran, Grandad and 'Grangie' were banging his

girlfriend's mum?"

"Knowing

Colin, I think he'd be delighted. He hates to see people unhappy.

Especially women. He's a lot like you that way," she added,

thoughtfully.

"God

help him then," I countered, only partly in jest. We paused to admire

our favorite forward make a twenty meter run. It took three opponents to

take her down.

"Colin doesn't live with us," my wife noted. "It isn't as though we'd be having sex with her while he was in our home."

I agreed. "But it would be obvious we were suddenly 'friends'." I argued.

"But

she's lonely and she needs friends," Marie insisted. "It's just that as

well as having someone in her life to talk about things she can't

discuss with a teenager, Wendy needs convincing that she's an attractive

woman."

"And by that, you mean I should sleep with her. What if she isn't comfortable sleeping with you though?"

"She doesn't have to."

"But those are the rules," I reminded her.

"You said that the rules were wrong," she fired back.

At

that point, Angie strolled into the room, found her clothes, picked

them up and folded them neatly. "Charles is taking a shower," she

explained. "There isn't room for four." She sat down opposite us. "That

looks cozy. What are we talking about?"

"Nothing," I said.

"Wendy," Marie contradicted me.

"Oh,

you should definitely do her, Geoff," Angie declared. "Poor cow.

Husband just fucked off and left her with that adorable little girl. No

wonder she's got low self-esteem. A good porking would do her no end of

good." She sat back with a mischievous grin.

"Thank you, dear," I retorted. "What about Colin?"

"Don't be ridiculous," she riposted. "He can't pork her; he's only fourteen."

"Angie;” I glared at her.

"No,"

she said, firmly. "Wendy is unhappy. Lots of people are unhappy, I

realize that. But we know her, she seems nice and we should help her

because she's Mia's mum and because Mia is Colin's friend."

"Even if I agreed with you," I argued, desperately. "How do you even raise the subject?"

"Oh, that's simple," Angie replied. "We'll just set Lucy on her. She's a force of nature. Wendy wouldn't stand a chance."

"I

think I shall ring her tomorrow," my wife mused, giving me a look that

brooked no argument. "See if she wants to join us all in the pub after

work on Friday."

I

resigned myself to my fate. I had no objection to the idea of having

sex with Wendy. She was a magnificent, bounteous, amazon of a woman. If

the girls could convince her that sleeping with an old fart like me

would be good for her self-esteem, who was I to deny her. I went back to

the game; that forward was really something.

The

rest of the afternoon was pleasant enough though less exotic, though

perhaps only marginally less erotic. Megan and Lucy brought a fully

dressed Charles back into the room and settled him comfortably back on

his sofa. Lucy curled up with her head across his lap and Megan sat

beside him, smiling contentedly.

"You seem to be a man of rare good fortune," Charles commented, regarding me thoughtfully. I conceded the point.

"Your

wife, your betrothed and your plaything," he observed. Lucy sighed and

made herself more comfortable. "Are women of singular looks and talent

and yet." He paused to choose his words. "Despite you lending them to

me, instructing them to please me; They still seem to cherish you. Why

is that?"

"You

misunderstand," I corrected him. "However it may have sounded, the

girls weren't obeying my orders. They were doing something they wanted

to, knowing that I approved," I explained. "Marie is fond of you, Lucy

is grateful for you letting her stay here and Angie needs me to push her

past her normal boundaries. My only contribution was to not object.

Something," I pointed out. "Something that you, Charles, should

understand."

Megan

leaned in and kissed his cheek as he considered my words. We sat,

quietly, paying token attention to the match until the doorbell rang. As

the only clothed, able bodied person, I was the obvious candidate to

collect our meals from the door. I ferried the insulated packages to the

dining room while the girls quickly set the table and opened both

bottles of wine.

To be continued in part 13. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.