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We

were sitting cuddling together on the sofa when Colin arrived, with Mia

in tow. Angie had offered to cook that afternoon and we were trying to

decide what we fancied. I suggested a chilli con carne with rice. Angie

decided otherwise.

"Kids," she called. They wandered in from the kitchen with glasses of milk and a chocolate biscuit each.

"If

I go shopping for ingredients, would you two help me cook tea tonight?"

The two teens shared a look and agreed. "Right," she announced,

standing up. "Go and sort out your homework with grandad; I'll go

shopping."

I

stood and went to get my wallet. She glared at me. "Go on. Do it," she

challenged me. "I bloody dare you to offer me money to get food for the

people I care about."

I

carefully closed the drawer and apologized for my insensitivity. "I

just don't want you to think that we take you for granted," I explained.

Her

expression softened. "And if I ever feel that way, I'll say something,

but right now it's my turn to give. Please allow me that."

I went and pulled her into a hug. "Sorry Angie. You know I wouldn't deliberately upset you. Am I forgiven?"

She returned my hug. "You were never in trouble. I was just reminding you that we're family now and I want to contribute too."

She

gave me another squeeze, a brief kiss and she left. I turned to the

kids, who had watched our exchange, fascinated. "What?" I asked.

Colin

shook his head. "Not sure about this whole adult relationship stuff,"

he griped. "They are all weird." Mia smiled at his comment, but didn't

argue. To be fair, the lad had a point.

"Okay." I clapped my hands. "Homework?"

It

turned out that they were studying climate change. Their teacher had

given the class three questions and they were free to choose which one

to answer. I suggested that Colin and Mia avoided answering the same

question so they weren't accused of copying, and sent them off to the

study.

Angie

was back and in the kitchen laying out her ingredients when the teens

finally reappeared. Colin, ever the gentleman, had allowed Mia to use

our laptop for her slides, while he had used my tablet. That was fine;

it wasn't as though we regularly used our devices to cruise porn sites.

Besides, I had made sure that Marie knew to use private tabs if she was

viewing adult content. The kids were old enough to start learning about

relationships. Images of explicit sex were not on their agenda for some

years to come.

I

sent them in to the kitchen and, with their permission, went to check

over their homework. I was reassured. If I had seen job applications

written that thoughtfully, they both definitely would have qualified for

an interview.

I

joined the others in the kitchen, only to find that I was redundant.

Colin was slicing an onion, Mia was chopping mushrooms and Angie was

trimming what looked like a pork fillet. She looked up and shook he

head, smiling. "The sous chefs are doing fine," she explained. "I want

them to feel confident that they can work without being micro-managed."

I

watched Colin. He was doing well. Slow, perhaps, but careful. Mia was

taking equal care to have all the slices of mushroom a similar

thickness.

"Shall I set the table then?" I suggested. The consensus was that yes, I could perhaps make myself useful that way.

"Set for a starter, main and dessert, please," Angie advised me. "We have a full menu planned."

"Wine?"

"A

nice white, maybe an oaked chardonnay," suggested Colin. "I checked on

my phone," he explained, in response to my surprised expression.

I

grunted and went to set about my assigned tasks, and that was how Marie

found me when she returned from work. "That's my job when you're the

cook," she observed.

"I have been supplanted by our wicked betrothed and her evil teen minions," I sulked.

"That's nice, dear," she said, absently, as she bustled about putting her coat away.

We

went into the kitchen together once I had finished. My wife walked up

behind Angie and gave her a big hug. "Geoffrey is feeling emasculated,"

she told her friend. The minions looked on in amusement.

Angie gave a derisive snort. "It's my turn to cook with the kids because I'm here today. Geoff can take his turn any day."

"There

you go, Geoff," my wife reassured me. "We still enjoy your cooking,

it's just that Angie gets less opportunity." Seeing as how I was only

pretending to be upset, it was easy to pretend that all was forgiven. I

accepted the explanation with a kiss for both of my girls and went off

in search of a bottle of wine.

I

sat and red, while Marie and Angie caught up in the kitchen. Marie

joined me ten minutes later. "Angie's bursting to tell me about her day,

but all she dare say in front of the kids is that you and she had a

pleasant afternoon."

I

glanced at the door. "I don't think we should have this conversation

here and now. If one of the youngsters walks in, the guilty silence will

just be uncomfortable for everyone. So how was your day?"

And

so we sat and I listened to her accounts of generous donors, sweet

natured old ladies and the occasional twat who tried to bargain down the

price on the ticket. For Fuck's sake! It's a charity shop. And Marie

was clear; the worst offenders were most obviously not short of change.

They were just tight bastards. Not that my beloved ever capitulated. She

would just smile sweetly and remind them where they were, pointing out

that they were welcome to try the same approach in John Lewis with her

full support.

We

made the occasional foray to the kitchen but our offers of help were

politely, but firmly, rebuffed. To be fair, the atmosphere was relaxed. I

asked about the menu and, after looking to the chef for approval, Mia

ran through it. "We are starting with cubes of baked breaded brie on a

bed of salad with a lingonberry relish. Then there is pork stroganoff

with green vegetables and rice. For dessert we are having individual

warm pear frangipane tartlets with chocolate sauce and vanilla ice

cream." She paused. "Oh, yes," she continued. "If anyone is still hungry

there's a selection of cheeses as well as olives, and some nice bread

to go with dipping oils and vinegars."

I

did a quick calculation in my head. "At today’s prices, I reckon that

meal would come in at about £50 plus per head just in a country pub."

Mia just grinned at me. I carried on. "Can I afford to get used to

eating like this?"

I

looked around the kitchen brigade and saw three unreasonably happy

cooks. Angie was obviously less demanding of the children and seemed

thrilled to be able to pass on her knowledge. Colin just loved cooking

and Mia seemed to be determined to learn so that she could help her mum.

I turned to Angie. "This all smells wonderful. Wendy and Linda should both be here well before six. Is that okay, Chef?"

Angie looked at her team. "Starters on the pass for six o'clock."

"Yes Chef!" They shouted in unison. We shook our heads and left them to it.

Wendy

arrived first. Mia had sent her a text to say that they were eating at

our place again. Wendy tried to apologize for intruding but we,

particularly Marie, were having none of it. "We love having Mia with us.

I know she's very mature but, as Colin is here anyway, it makes no

sense for her to be at home, alone," my wife told her. "In addition,

Angie is doing a cookery masterclass and she is way more tolerant of the

kids than she is with me, so it's easier just to let them get on with

it."

Mia

must have heard her mum's voice because she left the kitchen, briefly,

to give her mum a hug before apologizing. "Sorry mum, but I need to turn

the tarts so they brown evenly." And, with that, she dashed back to the

kitchen. We led a bemused Wendy to the living room, sat her down and

asked about her day. Her eyes filled as she explained just how grateful

she was not to come home to have to start cooking a meal, even just for

one night. She had a decent job in the Civil Service so money wasn't too

much of a problem. She just struggled finding time to be the wage

earner, housekeeper and mum. She felt guilty too that Mia seemed to feel

obliged to sacrifice her spare time to help around the house rather

than being a teenager.

Marie

glanced at me. We're not telepathic but I was certain we were thinking

the same thing. Wendy was so caught up in being the perfect single

parent, she had forgotten how to be Wendy.

We

never really got the chance, that evening anyway, to pursue that

thought as we heard the front door open to herald our daughter's

arrival. What followed, by then, seemed oddly familiar. Hearing his

mother greeting us, Colin emerged from the kitchen, hugged his mum, and

promptly departed, shouting over his shoulder, "Sorry mum. Got to dash. I

can't let the rice overcook. Love you."

Linda

appeared as flummoxed as Wendy had. "I don't know what it is about this

house, but there always seems to be something odd going on just

lately." Wendy looked at her in surprise. "What?" my daughter retorted.

"How many other throuple weddings have you been invited to? Even more

particularly, how many with a Star Wars dress code?" She shook her head.

"Christ, I hope it isn't genetic; otherwise I'm well and truly fucked!"

She put her hand to her mouth guiltily and checked to see that neither

of the youngsters had overheard. "Sorry all. That just slipped out," she

apologized. "I've had a weird day at work too. Some half-wit manager

wanted me to;” She did the 'air-quotes' with her fingers. "; Expedite a

delivery to an important client in Nice."

"Let's

sit down and you can vent in comfort," I suggested. I led our daughter

through and Marie followed with Wendy. "Now, go on. Story so far, idiot,

big words, France. New readers start here."

She

explained that, in order to cover his ass for something that his team

had screwed up, said half-wit tried to make it Linda's problem to solve.

The vehicle in question was already in France and the driver had to

observe French law. The only way to 'expedite' the delivery would be to

exceed his permitted hours or fly another driver out to take over;

neither was going to happen. Being Marie's daughter, of course she just

picked up the phone and asked the operations manager for a cost code for

the air fare from Gatwick to Lyon. Apparently the idiot had just

assumed that Linda, being a woman could just, who knows? Make it go

away?

Ops

manager had obviously queried the request and Linda, quite

disingenuously, told him. It was not well received. She sighed. "On the

upside, I got the problem back where it belongs. On the other hand, now I

have to watch my back in case he tries to retaliate." She took a deep

breath and sat back. "Thank you." We must have looked puzzled. "For just

listening and not telling me what I should have done," she explained.

She thought for a moment. "This place is still weird though."

As

she finished that thought, Colin appeared from the kitchen with a white

napkin over his arm, to invite us take our places at the table. Linda

looked at me. "See?" She mouthed. I could only grin in reply.

We

took our seats as directed and were joined by Angie and Mia. Colin

disappeared to the kitchen and returned with the bottle of wine I had

selected and placed in the fridge earlier. Handing it to me to open he

returned to the kitchen. Angie cleared her throat. "Wendy, Linda; would

you be prepared to let Mia and Colin have a small glass of wine with

their meal? They have put their hearts into preparing it; it seems

unfair that they miss out on that one component."

Mia

sat, apparently startled, and watched as her mother considered Angie's

request. Wendy nodded slowly. "That seems fair. I'd rather she

experienced alcohol in a civilized setting like this." She looked around

the table. "Rather than getting hammered at her first student party at

Uni."

Linda

nodded in agreement. "I'll get some glasses for them." Colin reappeared

carrying three plates that he placed in front of Angie, Marie and

Wendy. He made the journey again, this time serving Linda, Mia and me.

He made the final trip for his own starter. As he sat, I reached across

and poured a half measure of wine into his glass. He looked to his mum

for reassurance. She smiled in acknowledgement. I poured a similar glass

for Mia and then shared the remainder amongst the adults.

I

picked up my glass. "Ladies, Colin, a toast to the Chef and her crew."

We four non-cooks raised our glasses in tribute; the cooks acknowledged

our compliment and then joined in the toast. Then we attacked the food.

The brie was delicious and matched beautifully with the sweet fruit jam.

I watched surreptitiously as Colin finished a mouthful and

self-consciously took a sip of wine. His brow furrowed as he reconciled

the flavors of the wine and the food. He went back to his food looking

thoughtful. We finished the starter and complimented the cooks on the

flavor and the presentation. It had looked as good as it tasted.

We

moved onto the main course. Angie and Mia plated up in the kitchen,

while Colin worked 'front of house'. Again, the meal was delicious.

Angie's version was discs of pork in an onion and mushroom sauce made

with crème fraiche, Dijon mustard and smoked paprika, finished with a

hint of lemon juice. The plain white rice was perfect for soaking up the

sauce.

Colin

sipped his wine again. "It tastes different with this course," he

commented. "It still works but in a different way." He looked to Mia for

opinion.

"Is it because the lingonberry was so sweet that the wine tasted sharper?" She asked me.

I

shrugged. "Probably. It might even be something to do with the lactic

acid in the crème fraiche. What matters is whether you like it."

"I do," she smiled and turned to Angie. "Thank you;” She hesitated. "I'm sorry. But I don't know what to call you."

"Grangie," offered Colin.

"Or Angie," suggested our fiancée.

Wendy seemed uncomfortable. "Isn't that a bit familiar? Wouldn't Mrs. and your surname be more appropriate?"

"Technically,"

interjected Linda. "If you were going to insist that we stand on

ceremony, Mia should address Angie as Professor Weston." She frowned at

the thought. "Nope. This place is weird enough already. Angie or

Grangie. He's Geoff or grandad; that's Marie or grandma and I'm Linda.

We want you and Mia to be comfortable here."

Mia considered. "Thank you Angie for getting mum and Linda to let us have wine with the meal."

"You both earned it dear," Angie assured her. "Now. Desserts, I think."

Again,

the two girls plated as Colin served. The tartlets looked amazing; a

light short crust pastry filled with an almond flavored sponge topped

with poached pear cubes. On each plate there was a swirl of chocolate

sauce over a generous quenelle of vanilla ice-cream, starting to melt

where it touched the still warm tart. I knew where Angie had gone

shopping for the ingredients for the meal, and the small fragrant black

specks confirmed that she had not economized on cheap ice-cream. This

was made with actual vanilla pods. The aroma from the plate was amazing;

it was all that I could do not to dive straight in. Still, manners

required that I wait until everyone was served, so that's what I did.

Once

Colin was seated, we began. The taste was amazing. I glanced towards

Angie in inquiry. "Star anise as well as cinnamon," she clarified. I

nodded, impressed, and turned back to my dessert and savored the

remainder. I watched as Colin took another sip of his wine and then Mia

as she followed suit. Colin actually shuddered. Mia merely looked

disappointed.

"Have a sip of water," I suggested. "And then wait a couple of minutes after you've finished eating."

After

the seven plates were all but polished clean, we thanked our catering

team. It had been an absolutely lovely meal and the final course had

been a triumph. Linda and Marie stood to clear the table, but returned

immediately to sit with our guests and chat as we finished our wine.

"I've never eaten like that before," Wendy admitted.

"At home, you mean?" Asked Linda.

Wendy

shook her head. "Ever. My husband didn't like 'fancy foreign muck' so

it was fish and chips, takeaways or just ready meals." Her voice cracked

with emotion. "Even now, most of our meals are out of the freezer. I

can boil potatoes and grill sausages and reheat tinned or frozen veg. My

dad just liked the same old stuff too, so that's all my mum taught me.

That's about my limit. At this moment," she admitted, sadly, "Mia's

almost certainly a better cook than I am."

Angie

surprised me. She isn't always the most diplomatic of us. "Being

untutored is not the same as being a failure." She reached for Wendy's

hand. "Tell us how we can help, and between us, you have a group of

capable cooks here who are happy to teach you whatever we can."

Marie

and I finished our drinks and Linda joined us in the kitchen. The

brigade had washed and tidied as they went so there was only really the

crockery to deal with. That went in the dishwasher. We cleaned the hob

and worktops and sorted out the saucepans then returned to the living

room. The teens had disappeared, leaving Angie and Wendy talking about

food.

When

Wendy confessed that she would struggle to even shop for a meal such as

we'd just had, Linda made a contribution. "A girl I work with wanted to

branch out from the same old stuff she always cooks, so she orders from

one of those on-line delivery companies. She swears by them now." She

picked up her phone. "I can call her and if you decide to do it and say

she recommended them to you, then you'll both get a discount."

Wendy

looked uncertain. The poor woman had no self-confidence at all. Linda

left the room and returned two minutes later scrolling on her phone.

"Here," she said, passing her phone to Wendy. "Jan told me how to

install their app. Pick four meals for two people from this menu list

and you'll get everything you need delivered next week, along with

recipe cards. Jan said the instructions are dead simple and she's

actually learning to cook from doing it."

Wend

called for Mia to come and choose with her and, together they picked

four meals that they thought they might enjoy cooking together. While

they did, Colin and I chatted about his first experience of wine with a

meal. "It tasted nice, except with dessert," he told me. "Would a

sweeter wine have been nicer?"

"Probably,"

I acknowledged. "There's a lot of snobbery and nonsense about wine, but

some types do go with some foods better than others. I didn't find it

clashed to the extent that you did, so personal preference and

experience play a part too."

At

that point Mia called him over to see what she and her mum had chosen

for the following week. He pointed to one selection. "Grandma makes that

sometimes. It's ace."

Wendy

passed the phone back to Linda and the pair completed the sign up and

the first order, making sure to claim the discount. Wendy seemed

conflicted. "I'm a bit nervous about having to make something I've never

done before," she confessed. "But I'm excited at the same time."

"Think

of this," my wife suggested. "As long as you have a loaf of bread, a

tin of baked beans and some cheese in the house, even if it all goes

horribly wrong, at least you won't starve."

The

conversations about food carried on until Wendy looked at her watch.

"Oh goodness," she exclaimed. "Look at the time!" And after collecting

Mia and thanking us for our hospitality, within ten minutes they were

gone.

Linda

pulled me into the kitchen. "That poor girl's husband did a proper

number on her: the bastard," she spat. "She copes okay at work because

she knows her job. But as a person;” She paused, speechless.

"I know, sweetheart. We all do. And she's such a lovely woman too."

She stared at me, suspiciously. "Are you three planning something?"

"No,"

I answered, sort of honestly. "But if an opportunity presents itself,

we would probably try to help her see what a worthy person she is."

Linda

didn't seem convinced but seemed prepared to let the matter drop; well

almost. "Just don't hurt her," she warned me. "Or else." And with those

words, she collected Colin, her coat and her car keys and, after saying

goodbye and thanking Angie for the meal, they left.

I

went to put the kettle on for a coffee and, as I expected, on strolling

into the living room with our drinks, found the two women deep in

conversation about our afternoon's sex. "It was so messed up," Angie was

complaining. "I hated him, but I needed him so much at the same time.

And when he did finally let me come." She paused as she re-lived the

memory. "Fuck! Marie, it was amazing."

My wife took her cup from me and looked up uncertainly. "Geoffrey?" I had a reasonable idea what she was thinking.

I

considered my reply as I passed Angie her drink. I sat next to my wife.

"Obviously, in this situation, I would be totally in control of your

pleasure. Submissiveness does not sit well with you so this seems

unappealing. I understand entirely." I took a sip and carried on. "The

purpose of the game, though, is to extend your orgasm beyond what you

would willingly do yourself: hence the restraints."

Angie

seemed to be bursting with frustration. I signaled her to calm down.

"Perhaps if you reframed the play," I suggested. Marie seemed intrigued.

"Instead of thinking of me dominating you in a master/slave

relationship, perhaps think of me as a trusted agent providing you with

an uncomfortable service that benefits you in the long run."

"Go on," my wife prompted me, cautiously.

"Like

a dentist or a masseur. Uncomfortable in the short term but with an

outcome that makes you feel better. But, in order to achieve the

benefit, you have to surrender some freedom for the duration."

Angie

couldn't sit quietly any longer. "That's it!" She blurted out. "That's

how I felt. Not humiliated or hurt or abused; I wanted him to stop but

at the end, fuck! It was worth it."

"Even

so," I cautioned. "The fact that, again, you are thinking about ceding

control of your pleasure to me is a worry. Angie enjoys it. Lucy seems

to relish gifting herself." I put my cup down and took Marie's hand.

"You were worried about normalizing restraint, and yet here we are

discussing it again. I will say this once more. This was my treat for

Angie. I enjoy making her happy but that has no bearing at all on what

you and I do. I have boundaries too but, as long as you or any of your,

what's your preferred word? Coven; that's it. As long as you or the

others in the coven don't overstep, I will happily do whatever is asked

of me."

"So, if I didn't want that experience, you wouldn't feel slighted?" She asked, cautiously.

"Okay,"

I replied. "Stupid analogy coming up. Wendy asks me to show her how to

chop onions. I show her. She's happy; it cost me nothing; it cost you

nothing. Now, you could say, 'show me too,' or you might say, 'I prefer

my own way.' My ego is not so fragile that you taking option two in the

kitchen, or the bedroom, will crush it."

"He

means it, babe," Angie added. "He got a quick bang at the end, but the

rest was all for my benefit." She stopped and looked thoughtful for a

moment. "Would it be different if it was me; a woman?"

I

saw my wife's expression change as Angie's words sank in. "I don't

know," she admitted. My cousin was much bigger and stronger than me, the

way that Geoff is, but you are less intimidating, even though you're

taller than me.""

"That's

it then," Angie declared with finality. "You and I will play together

sometime and we'll find out where your comfort zone sits. If needs be, I

can have you climbing the walls begging for cock and then Geoff can

join us when I think you're ready, and he can give you the porking

you'll be craving." She sat back with an evil contented grin.

"That

sounds very supportive, dear," Marie responded, with more than a hint

of sarcasm. But I knew that the seed was sown and she'd make her

decision in her own time.

I

changed the subject at that point; I needed some help with Jo's

birthday surprise. I explained my thinking, my girls offered some

improvements and we had a plan. The next couple of hours were spent

cuddled up on the sofa watching TV; Marie in her usual spot on my right

and Angie on my left. I wasn't sure when this became our practice, but

they seemed content and that's all that mattered. We weren't late to bed

but, oddly enough, we just snuggled up together and went to sleep. It

felt like it had been a long day.

So;

Friday morning. A fine day, if a bit breezy, so I suggested a walk

after breakfast. We strolled through our favorite park but, instead of

retracing our steps home, we carried on into town. We meandered. We

stopped by the gallery where Lucy's works were still on display,

marveling at the number of 'Sold' stickers on the frames and the prices

in the catalogue. With my new understanding of her style, I could see

myself in some of the paintings and speculated whether I could see Marie

or Angie's presence.

There

was a new canvas in the gallery. It was titled 'Patterns at the dance'.

Swirls of vivid color with corresponding more somber lines. Of course!

The women's dresses and the men's suits. And there, in the bottom left

was our table. My turquoise blending with coral pink to my right and

dark orange to my left; obviously Marie and Angie. In turn the pink

merged into a pale yellow and the orange into a vivid green; obviously

Sue and Margie. Now I knew how Lucy saw my girls. I was fairly certain

which was which.

I

reeled when I saw the price. Ten thousand! Admittedly, it was a large

work by comparison with the others, but still; I pointed it out to the

girls. Marie was amused. "We'll pop into Boots and see if we can get

some lipstick in our colors," she suggested, mischievously. "See if she

notices when we see her this afternoon."

So

that was the next half hour taken care of. On the way to the café to

recover, we passed a menswear shop. I was dragged in and, to the delight

of both women, there we found a turquoise silk tie. Not buying it was

never an option.

We

stopped in at the pub on the way home. Tony confirmed that everything

was set for that evening and agreed to my request to have the small room

downstairs for my additional guests to assemble before we joined the

party. He reminded me about swearing everyone to secrecy and making it

clear that this was a sex show, not an orgy. He was not going to lose

his license or his reputation because one of my guests blabbed. I

agreed, of course.

After

a light lunch at home, the three of us sat and chatted until it was

time for the girls to get ready. I picked up my book. They reappeared at

about three thirty, both looking very smart: Marie in a knee length

dress that showed a discreet cleavage and Angie in tailored black

trousers and a smart blue tailored jacket. Both were wearing heels and

both were sporting the lipsticks they had bought that morning.

I

offered them a lift to the pub but they decided to walk. Marie had

thought of some items that we might need that evening and wanted to stop

off at the newsagents to pick them up. Angie also held up bag, saying

that she had raided our toy box;  just in case. They left, giggling like

schoolgirls, almost forgetting Jo's present in their excitement.

I

sighed, made myself a coffee, took my erection pill and sat down with

my book to relax. I red for an hour or so then went to get ready. I

showered and shaved and then looked thoughtfully at my groin. Should I

manscape? Recognizing that I should have thought of this earlier, and

resolving to discuss it later with Marie and Angie, I decided that a

scissor trim could work but shaving was a step too far. After ten

minutes, I was happy; any more ran the risk of being too much.

My

outfit was, as I had expected, laid on the bed. Tailored trousers,

slip-on leather shoes;  no socks, a fitted cream shirt and my blue silk

tie. There was my smart charcoal grey woolen jacket hanging on the

wardrobe door. The girls ( I assumed both were involved) had chosen pale

blue square-cut hipster briefs for my undies. I agreed with their

selection. I checked my watch: five thirty; Jane and Wendy would be

arriving at the party around then, after work, and my special guests

would start to arrive about fifteen minutes later. I dressed quickly,

checked myself in the mirror, grabbed my wallet and set off to the pub.

I

was still at the bar ordering my drink, when Ken arrived. He and the

woman I instantly recognized from our previous video chat as Cath, his

wife, were helping Charles into the bar. I left my drink with the

barmaid and led them to our private room. After getting them settled, I

returned to the bar and ordered drinks for them too, adding them to my

tab. The rest of my party started to drift in after that. The students

Mark, Tabby and Alice; then Mike, his wife Becky and their shared

partner Ruth, Becky's Ex-Sister-in-Law, now divorced from Becky's

brother. Adrian and Emily were only a minute or so behind them. They all

chose a drink and I directed them to the back room.

Tony

shooed me away to entertain my guests, promising to bring the order

through for me. I thanked them all for being there, and Ken for

collecting Charles. I explained in general terms what I had planned for

that evening and, as diplomatically as I could, reminded them that this

was a live sex performance, not an orgy. Although as a private event

with no paid performers I wasn't sure what laws we would be breaking,

this was our pub and we didn't want its reputation trashing. That led to

my warning about discretion. The details of this evening should remain

in the room upstairs. Could they say that they had once seen a live sex

show? Yes. Could they say who, when and where? No. They all agreed

without reservation.

I checked my watch: ten to six. Checking with Ken one last time, I left to congratulate the Birthday Girl.

Now,

I'll be honest here. From my perspective, I only found out how the

party had progressed up to that point when I spoke to Marie and Angie

later that evening. But from the purpose of narrative continuity,

perhaps I should insert that here.

Marie

and Angie had arrived first, as planned, and sat at their usual table

where they were joined by Sue and Margie straight from the school where

they both taught. Lucy arrived next, having collected Jo's pre-ordered

birthday cake from the local patisserie. Marie showed her to the

upstairs room and they put it on the table. They checked that all the

curtains were closed and were pleased to find that the room was

pleasantly warm.

Marie

put the bottle bag with our gift on the table and Lucy placed her gift,

in a beautifully wrapped box, next to it. The went back to the bar to

await the others; Marie stopping on the way to order drinks for

everyone. Well, a liter bottle of Prosecco and nine glasses. Tony took

the order and opened a tab as I'd asked. Megan was next, as elegant as

ever, followed by Jo. The girls greeted her excitedly, wishing her a

happy birthday. Our newest friends were introduced to the group as the

girls arrived, though Lucy had already met them and knew them,

literally, intimately. It was then that Lucy twigged that my two had

color coordinated their lipstick with her canvas.

"Did you like it?" she'd asked nervously, realizing that they must have seen the painting.

They reassured her that she had captured the atmosphere and movement beautifully and she had sat back, satisfied.

They

had just settled down when Kate and Sam arrived. Marie poured everyone a

glass of fizz and they toasted the birthday girl. They sat and nattered

happily while they finished the bottle and then Marie had Lucy lead

everyone upstairs while she collected the menus and another two bottles

of wine. Just Pinot Grigio this time though.

They

sent Angie back to the bar with their choices from the menu and, on her

return, allowed Jo to open the cards and presents. She opened Megan's

first: a gorgeous thigh length ivory satin dressing gown. Next was ours,

the Trinidad rum. Apparently it was a name Jo was familiar with and she

knew it had an excellent reputation. She had frowned at Marie. Jo was

aware of how expensive it was. My wife had dismissed Jo's concern; the

gift was from the three of us so the price was commensurate. Jo knew

better than to argue.

Kate

and Sam used the same excuse for their combined gift of Victoria's

Secret bra and brief set in fuchsia pink to complement Jo's caramel

complexion. The set, I was to learn later, was an open cup demi bra

matched with a wisp described as an embroidered lace thong.

Sue and Margie, not having met Jo before, had shared the cost of what Marie assured me was a rather exclusive skin care set.

Lucy

was grinning like a Cheshire Cat when she passed across her gift. Jo

had hefted the box in her hand, commenting how heavy it was. The others

were as intrigued as Jo as she removed the paper to reveal a plain

cardboard gift box. Removing the lid, she had frozen at the sight of the

contents nestling on a bed of crumpled tissue paper. It was the first

of the limited edition replicas of my cock to leave the studio. Lucy

beamed as she informed her friends that Jo's gift was in a hard wearing

and washable turquoise acrylic and contained a drop of my semen within

it.

Jo

turned it over in her hands, glancing at Marie, possibly to see if she

was offended. She wasn't. "Good God," Jo had murmured. "To think I've

had the original inside me." Marie laughed as she told me that they had

all had a quiet moment of introspection until Angie cheerfully observed

that she and Marie had both had it (the original) up their bums too.

That had lightened the mood and Jo started to open her cards and was

still reading them when the food arrived.

The

rest of the afternoon, apparently, went much as usual, the two new

girls and the seven old friends laughing and joking over their drinks:

the bottles of wine being interspersed with soft drinks or teas and

coffees as Jo cut and shared out the cake. The first change came at five

thirty when Tony showed Jane and Wendy into the room. Wendy was a

little uncomfortable in social situations and this group had a very

strong dynamic. Fortunately Angie and she had formed a strong bond, akin

to aunt and favorite niece, and that seemed to have settled her nerves

somewhat.

In

Jane's case, there was a matter to be resolved. When she had met Marie

for a coffee some days before, Jane had appalled my wife by repeating

some malicious personal gossip that Jane had heard from her friend

group. Much as she liked Jane and sympathized with her, particularly

admiring the way she'd coped after her husband's death, Marie was

reluctant to proceed with her plan to invite Jane to meet the rest of

'the girls'. Jane had redeemed herself, a little, when she recognized

the hypocrisy of her judging other's private lives as I showed her

around my favorite adult store.

Marie

had taken her to one side as Angie introduced Wendy to the others. Jane

had taken the initiative and apologized to my wife for making her

uncomfortable. She also thanked Marie for being sufficiently secure to

trust me to take another woman, particularly one I routinely flirted

with, to a sex shop. Jane explained that she had sat listening to her

friends the following day and realized what a bitter and venomous group

of people she had fallen in with. She had finished her coffee, picked up

her shopping and left. She had not spoken to them again and nor, she

had assured Marie, would she, ever.

My

wife had hugged her, kissed her cheek and led her back to the group to

make the next round of introductions. Pre-warned, both Jane and Wendy

had brought token gifts. Prosecco from Wendy and a Hotel Chocolat

selection from Jane. The girls were still chatting when I appeared.

Apparently, Lucy's gift had already been discreetly replaced in its box.

I

realized as I entered the room followed by Tony, that I had to navigate

the next few minutes quite carefully. First I greeted my wife and our

girlfriend. Jane was shocked to see the affectionate kiss from Angie.

Then it was my little sex-toy's turn; obviously Lucy wasn't about to

wind her libido down for any reason, so the kiss I got from her could

have powered a searchlight. That surprised Wendy as well as Jane. Wendy

knew about Angie but not the rest of our complicated relationships.

I

greeted each of my lovers in turn, leaving Jo until last. I opened my

arms and pulled her close. We kissed briefly. "Happy birthday,

beautiful," I whispered, kissing her again and luxuriating in the feel

of her warm full tits against me. She thanked me for her gift. I smiled

and looked at Tony who, with his wife's help, was clearing away the

plates from their meal. He signaled his understanding and left.

I

turned towards Jane, holding out my hand. She looked uncertainly to

Marie for reassurance. My wife just inclined her head in approval and

Jane stepped into my embrace. She looked up, her eyes moist and I bent

to kiss her. I heard someone sigh;  I think it was Angie;  as Jane and I

finally shared a genuine loving kiss. I felt her body shaking with

emotion and I broke away. "Speak to Marie," I told her quietly. "She'll

explain everything, and then you'll understand why we hold our privacy

so dear." I kissed her once more and then released her.

Finally,

I faced Wendy. "I know how strange this must all seem, but these women

are all our friends; some old, some new. I'd be delighted if you would

share a hug with me, but what you do next is completely up to you." I

made no move towards her. I'm not a predator and nor was it my place to

persuade her. The offer was there and the choice had to be entirely

hers.

She

gazed appraisingly around our little group. I tried to guess what she

was thinking. Was I blackmailing them? Forcing them into a sex cult? But

no. She'd been chatting with them; they were strong, intelligent,

fiercely independent women. They had greeted me the way that friends or

lovers would, without any sign of reluctance or compulsion and, in

Jane's case, as though an unrequited love was finally being returned.

She

walked slowly forward. "I want whatever they are having," she said,

slightly hesitantly. Then she smiled, seemingly realizing that she had

paraphrased the line from When Harry Met Sally. She pressed herself

close and embraced me. We savored the feel of each other's bodies before

we finally kissed. "Slowly, Wendy," I cautioned her as we separated.

"You've been hurt. These women will help you to heal, but Linda will

kill me if I hurt you too."

She

looked across to Angie and then Marie, trying to gauge their reactions.

Obviously, neither seemed anything other than content to see this

statuesque but emotionally vulnerable woman experiencing a moment of

quiet intimacy. "I like this feeling," she admitted quietly. This time

she initiated the kiss without hesitation then stepped away. "I think

that I need to speak with Marie too."

The

doors opened again; this time it was Tony followed by my special guests

carrying their drinks, apart from Ken and Adrian who were assisting

Charles. Tony's wife, Gail, followed with two more bottles of wine. I

returned to Jo, as Tony and the five students began to rearrange the

tables and chairs to face the small stage, and explained. "When Marie

reminded me that it was your birthday, I remembered your fantasy. We

played it out in front of Kate and Marie but teased you by offering a

performance in front of all your friends." I saw realization start to

dawn as I spoke. "But then," I continued. "It occurred to me that it

would be an even bigger thrill for you in front of an audience with

strangers in it." I took both hands in mine. "Did I misjudge? Will you

accept this birthday gift from all of us?"

"But I'm old now, Geoff," she protested. "Who would want to see me naked?"

I

caught Mark's eye and waved him across. He put down the chair he was

moving and joined us. "Yes Geoff?" He asked, obviously trying not to

stare at Jo.

"Mark,"

I said. "It was my intention that Jo would be part of the show tonight

but she tells me that I've made a mistake because she's too old to be

attractive."

His

expression spoke volumes. "But;” Words seemed to fail him. When he

finally recovered, he blurted out, "Me and the girls," I decided not to

correct his grammar as he pointed to Alice and Tabby. "We were just

saying how stunning you were."

I

squeezed her hands gently. "No pressure Jo. No judgement; just this one

chance to live out your fantasy in the safest space that we could

create." I leaned in to kiss her forehead as she deliberated. "So, what

will it be? Be that woman or always wonder how it might have felt?"

She

stared at me thoughtfully and then turned to Mark. "Truthfully, Mark.

Don't you find the idea of an old lady like me stripping, repulsive?"

Mark

swallowed and shook his head vehemently. Before he could speak, I

interrupted. "Jo. Was it your fantasy just to strip? That wasn't my

impression."

"Well

no," she answered. "It was to be like her; the woman who had sex in

front of;” Her words trailed into silence as the final realization hit.

She sought out Marie who had settled into a seat between Angie and Sue.

My wife gave her a little wave and an encouraging smile.

"You're

serious!" She gasped. I nodded in reply as Mark looked at her,

pleadingly. "And you'd find that, what? Arousing?" She challenged him.

By

now Mark was desperately worried that this might not be going to happen

after all. "I'm halfway hard already, just thinking about it," he

confessed. "Actually watching a real woman like you having sex in front

of us would be amazing."

"I'm scared," she admitted, softly.

"I

understand," I told her. "But think of this, Jo. 'Our greatest regrets

in life tend not to be the things we did wrong or failed to achieve; but

rather the missed opportunities or things we didn't do that we wish we

had'. I can't remember where I heard that, but it has stayed with me for

a long time."

She

considered. "I'm still scared but;” She took a deep breath "I admit,

part of me knows that if I pass this up I'll never forgive myself."

"Jo."

I spoke quietly but urgently. "Think of it this way. Let this Jo, the

uncertain Jo, just come along for the ride. Channel Josephine, the

sexual being; the woman you wanted to be at that moment all those years

ago. Let her take the lead. Say 'yes' and she's the woman I'll

introduce."

She looked up at me, hesitated, and then, very softly, said, "Yes."

I

regarded her carefully for any real signs of doubt. Seeing none, I

signaled for Angie and Lucy to join us. "Girls. Would you attend to

Josephine please." As they led her away, I directed a thumbs-up to Tony

who locked the door, turned on the recently installed LED, dimmed the

ceiling lights and began the mood music. Suddenly, the drab white room

became a nightclub. The guests began talking quietly, the intimacy and

anticipation in their conversations enhanced by the subdued mood

lighting.

"Will she be okay?" Mark asked, possibly concerned that we had pushed too hard.

"Do you know?" I replied, "As soon as we begin, I'm certain she'll be fine."

He

gave me a hopeful smile and returned to his friends. I spent a few

moments talking to my wife and her pals before walking to the curtain at

the back of the small stage, to find Lucy helping Jo adjust her new bra

while Angie folded her clothes. Donning the silk dressing gown gifted

by Megan, Jo threw her shoulders back and grinned at me.

She

looked amazing. Yes, she was old enough to be Mark's gran but she was a

proud, attractive, woman of color. I've said this before but it's worth

repeating. Her Indian Afro Caribbean heritage has imbued her skin with a

luscious café latte glow. Her features are perfect and her figure oozes

femininity and sensuality. And that was the vision who stood before me

that evening; about 5 foot 8, with C cup boobs; her shapely legs

enhanced by heels; her revealing lingerie, chosen especially for this

occasion, barely concealed by a short, near translucent, robe.

"I'm ready, Geoff," she told me, her voice low but steady.

Her

nerves seemed to have been replaced with an intense eagerness to begin.

I understood. "Mark was telling the truth. You look stunning. I'm going

to go out now to introduce you. You make your entrance and after that

I'll simply follow your lead. This is your fantasy. Just go for it."

"Thank you, Geoff. For remembering. For caring." She took another deep breath. "Now go, before I lose my nerve."

I

strode to the front of our small stage and stood quietly. One by one

our audience noticed me and the conversations died down; Tony took the

cue and faded out the music. Expectation filled the silent room. "Ladies

and gentlemen." I tried to pitch my voice to carry without sounding

strident. "Welcome to the Black Swan Fantasy Club." I swept my gaze

around our invited guests, hoping to catch everyone's eye; wanting them

to feel included; complicit almost.

I

carried on. "Tonight we are privileged to welcome a performer of

spectacular beauty, and it is my pleasure, literally." I smiled and

lifted my eyebrows knowingly; getting a ripple of nervous laughter from

the audience. "To introduce the one, the only, the gorgeous; Josephine!"

There was a discreet smatter of applause.

I

stepped back and held out my hand, guiding Jo to her mark. Tony turned

on our solo spotlight and faded the music back in. I scanned the sea of

intent faces one last time. Marie seemed content; Angie and Lucy were

rapt; Wendy and Jane seemed confused, I think they were expecting to see

a strippagram for Jo. The rest of the girls seemed excited for their

friend. Well this was it: the die was cast. I needed to focus entirely

on Jo now. This was her show to choreograph. I was just the support act.

Jo

acknowledged the audience and whispered, "Display me." Tony knew that

the show was beginning and turned off the spot. What was to follow

demanded subtle lights, red, blue and yellow tints to enhance the

shadows created by her glorious curves.

I

understood. Stepping behind her, I reached around to undo the simple

belt fastened loosely around her waist. Her robe fell open. I slipped it

off her shoulders, kissing the exposed skin as I went. Eventually, I

let it fall. Jo stepped forward, arms raised and pirouetted, displayed

her near-naked backside, the fulsome cheeks separated by little more

than a shoestring.

As

she swayed to the music, I bent and collected her robe, laying it on a

chair to the side. When I turned back, she took my hand. "Your turn,"

she told me.

At

least I had no choice to make now. Jo removed my tie and unbuttoned my

shirt while I ran my hands down her flanks. She reached for my belt

buckle and paused, turning to the front and putting her index finger to

her mouth, in a faux innocent gesture, asking the audience for guidance.

Tabby broke first. "Do it," she called out, possibly louder than she

intended, and then looking sheepish.

Jo

took her advice and unbuckled my belt, unfastened my top button and

then, so slowly, unzipped my fly. She knelt in front of me, still

holding my waistband and looked up. I got the message; I slipped my

shoes off, glad that we'd anticipated how ridiculous socks would have

been. By the time I stepped of my trousers, my briefs were thoroughly

tented. Again, Jo looked to the audience for approval. "Oh, please God,

stop teasing," came a plea. I think it was Jane's voice.

Very

slowly and carefully, Jo pulled the elasticated band upwards and

outwards to clear my erection and finally pulled my briefs to the floor.

I stepped out. I was fully naked and totally erect now. Jo slowly

closed her fist around my cock, gently massaging it up and down, all the

time gazing submissively up at me. She paused and then looked around.

Again, the naughty girl finger to the lip gesture; should she?

I

followed her gaze. The men were interested, probably aroused but the

women were entranced. I noticed Jane squirm in her seat, moistening her

lips with her tongue, as if that would somehow influence Jo. Of course,

she did it. Slowly her mouth engulfed me.

She

dragged it out, tormenting the audience as much as me. Inevitably my

hands were on her head: where else? But as she brought me closer I

realized that I had to play my part too. Being just a passive prop was

not going to be entertaining. I moved my hands from the sides of Jo's

head to lace them behind her. I saw recognition in her eyes as she

realized my intention. At this point she could have pushed me away. She

chose not to. This was like dancing and she seemed content to follow my

lead.

The

audience gasped as I pushed my cock deep into my gorgeous Caribbean

queen's mouth. I released her to let her breathe then pulled her even

harder forcing myself even further into her throat. By the third stroke,

her lips were touching my belly.

Of

course, it was faked. Jo was in charge; I was just playing along. I

knew from our previous encounter how capable she was at oral sex. I had

no illusions of being significantly bigger than her late husband. We

played like that for a couple of minutes before changing position.

I

was still far from orgasm. Jo had resisted actually trying to bring me

off. Like me, she was playing to the audience. Then it was my turn. I

pulled her up and turned to face her audience. I unfastened her bra and

slipped the straps down her shoulders. She crossed her arms across her

chest, barely covering her dark chocolate nipples with the now

unfastened lingerie.

"Circulate,"

I whispered in her ear. This was a private party; Jo's party. I wanted

her to revel in the sensuality of revealing herself to strangers. She

looked back at me for confirmation. I nodded. "Go. Tease them. Let them

wish that they were you or could have you. Show them who Josephine

really is."

Even

in the dim light, the realization of what I was suggesting made her

pupils widen even further. She smiled, turned and stepped off the stage.

She stalked around the tables like a panther. Every man and woman in

turn was treated to a private view of her tits as she went. Young Mark

was particularly blessed as she sat astride his legs, dropped her bra

and pulled his face into her cleavage. Gently raising his head, she

further rewarded him with a soul melting kiss that, I guarantee, had him

on the verge of ejaculating. She moved on, touching Tabby and Alice’s

faces leaving them open mouthed as she took Emily's hand and took it to

her tit. Adrian smiled at his girlfriend's gasp of excitement.

Eventually,

Jo returned to the stage. I led her to the chair and slowly pulled the

thong down her legs. She raised each leg in turn, exposing herself as I

carefully pulled the waistband over her heels.

Naked

now, I had her sit in the chair. I bent between her legs and lapped at

her lower lips and clit. Delicious though it was, I didn't spend too

long there, my purpose was twofold; to get her nice and wet, and to let

the women in our audience have a fantasy to savor. Jo responded,

possibly more vocally than my efforts justified, but I could tell that

her arousal was real. Mine, of course, was clearly apparent.

It

was time for a change of position. I stood and helped to her feet..

Again, I turned her to the audience and stepped behind her. I bent to

kiss the side of her neck. "Lift your left leg and put your foot on the

seat of the chair," I whispered in her ear.

She

understood and, reaching down and back with her right arm to use me for

support, she slowly and lasciviously did as I suggested, exposing

herself completely to our guests. I played my part by steadying her by

holding her tits. Once she was settled, I bent and rubbed the end of my

cock along her vulva, lubricating myself. I heard gasps from beyond the

lights. We'd already gone too far, I assumed someone was thinking,

surely we wouldn't actually.

We

did. I slipped slowly and carefully inside my Josephine, easing out and

then sliding a little deeper each time. In no time at all, I was

embedded to the root. The atmosphere in the room was electric, the only

sound was the mood music from our speaker. Everyone was deathly silent

as we stood like statues, conjoined.

Then

Jo pushed back against me with her bum. It was time to deliver. I

started to stroke in and out. I needed to make it look good, my pleasure

was not a priority just then. I used long slow strokes so the audience

could see as much cock as possible. That was the plan, anyway.

Jo

was on fire though. She was already aroused beyond belief before I even

entered her and my cock plunging into her from behind took her to the

edge and beyond in only a few minutes, certainly before I was quite

there. Not one to waste an opportunity, I helped my unsteady-legged

lover into the chair and faced her, side on to the crowd. I pulled her

head towards me and she understood. This time she went for it. This time

was for my benefit not the audience's. This time there was tongue and

suction and this time, in inly minutes, I came.

I

had considered ejaculating in her mouth but, erotic as that may have

been for me, spectacle was more important. At the last moment, I pulled

out and jizzed over her throat and chest. There was a gasp as the crowd

saw the opalescent fluid reflecting the colored lights from the spots.

Jo, largely recovered from her own orgasm now, turned towards them and

collected a gobbet on her finger, idly inspecting it before slowly and

deliberately sucking the digit clean.

She

repeated her promenade, naked this time and wearing my semen like a

badge of honor. She stopped at Marie's table and bent towards my wife.

Marie reached forward and caressed Jo's tit also teasing a smear of my

sperm on her finger. My wife, however, stared meaningfully at me and

then turned towards Jane, sitting diagonally behind her, offering my

seed.

Jane

recognized the significance of Marie's gesture; it was not lost on the

rest of the coven either. Jane, the widow of a good friend of mine

accepted my wife's gift and, by fellating Marie's finger and ingesting

my semen, became one of them.

Jo

moved on, offering herself everyone in the room. The girls, her

friends, all gave her a gentle caress. Her tit, her bum, her belly, her

cheek. Angie and Lucy, of course, partook, as did the others. Wendy

seemed entranced as Jo approached her. Jo bent and whispered something

to the younger woman, then softly kissed her lips. Jo moved on then,

leaving Wendy looking rather dazed and confused.

Now

it was Ken's turn. Jo took his hand and looking to Cath for approval

slowly took it to her mound. I saw a flash of concern on his face as he

seemed to be pulling away; until Cath put her hand on top of Jo's and

guided him to my lover's slit. As his hand reached her junction, Jo

pulled Cath in for a kiss. Ken couldn't complain. Four of the coven

routinely kissed him out of sheer mischief; and then, with his wife's

approval, I'd unleashed a naked Lucy on him.

In

time Jo moved to Tony and Gail. Gail appeared mesmerized by the residue

on Jo's tits. Jo nodded approvingly as Gail stooped to suckle. Tony

received the same invitation as Ken. Tony, emboldened by his wife's

actions, did not resist. After a minute, Jo pulled Gail upright and

kissed her too. Taking Tony's hand, the one that had touched so

intimately, she offered it to Gail. The audience sat entranced as she

licked Jo's essence from her husband's fingers.

Then

onto Mike and his two lovely women. The show repeated, only this time

with a woman on each tit. This time it was Mike, though, who Jo graced

with a kiss.

Back

to Charles, Jo kneeling so that he could bury his head in her bosom and

then; Then finally to the youngest members of the audience. Mark seemed

almost paralyzed with trepidation as his mature fantasy woman

approached him again. For the second time that evening she straddled his

lap, this time naked. This time she kissed him, lifting his hands to

her tits as she leaned in. For Mark, whatever sexual experience he had

up until that evening, few could have matched the intensity of this

exotic beauty toying with him in front of an audience.

Again

Jo guided a man's hand to her cunt to pleasure her but this time she

offered his finger to Tabby to savor. Entranced, the younger woman

sucked his fingers clean until Alice, almost as quiet as Emily begged,

"Please me too."

Giving

an angelic smile, Jo moved to stand beside the girl. She parted her

legs and cocked her head at the young woman. Alice understood. Tenderly,

gently she reached forward and ran the back of her forefinger down Jo's

neatly trimmed curls. As if in a dream, Alice continued her

exploration, causing Jo to moan in appreciation. After a few moments,

Alice hesitantly offered her finger to Mark. Without pausing to think,

he too savored Jo's essence.

Finally,

she approached Adrian and Emily. Adrian pointed to the floor and Emily

obediently knelt beside him. I watched fascinated as Adrian spoke

quietly to Jo. She seemed to agree to some request and then he

instructed Emily. The entire room drew breath as the younger woman

turned and buried her mouth in Jo's cleft.

Jo

reached out to the table to steady herself. Mark, seeing how affected

she was, stood and put his arms around her waist. She moaned and moved

one of his hands to her tit. Mark's groin was pressed against Jo's naked

bum cheeks and I would have wagered my pension that he came at the same

time that Jo did.

While

everyone's attention was elsewhere, I set out the yoga mats on the

floor, center stage. I finished before Jo did, though I'm certain that

she had more fun. Mark helped me to guide her back to the stage where I

laid on my back on the mats. Jo understood. She straddled me

reverse-cowgirl style, facing our spectators, carefully feeding my rigid

cock into her warm wet place.

The

first time that I had fucked her that night, it was clear what was

happening; this time though, it was clinically explicit. My balls on

display, my erect cock sliding in and out between Jo's engorged nether

lips, her juices glistening in the dim lighting.

Four

or five minutes she rode me like that, alternating between sliding back

and forth and raising and lowering herself onto me. This time I felt

her start to pulse around me so, needing to make my own contribution, I

added my efforts to hers. Yes, we played up the vocals, but the climaxes

were as genuine as it gets. I felt the warm burn along the length of my

cock and thanked my good fortune for the chemical the allowed me to

replenish my sperm so quickly; the latest 10 c c currently spurting deep

inside Jo.

I

lay spent, supporting Jo by the shoulders as she slumped backward with

her hands on my thighs. We were both breathing heavily and glazed with

sweat. I knew, Hell we all knew, that was it for the night. After a

minute or so, I felt my cock slip out of her adorable snug tunnel, and

the warm wetness that followed reminded me that our audience was now

witnessing my sperm oozing from my lover's cunt. I thought that wrapped

the show up rather nicely.

After

another minute, Jo rallied and gestured to her new best friend, Mark to

help her up. It says much about the maligned youth of today that he

managed without any inappropriate touching; not, I suspect, that Jo

would have been offended. On a related note, no-one offered to help me

up, but there you go.

I

took Jo's hand and we faced our friends. Tony anticipated my look and

turned on the spot. The music faded. "Ladies and gentlemen," I

announced. "Thank you on behalf of myself and our special guest

performer tonight; The gorgeous; Josephine!"

The

audience applauded enthusiastically as we took our bows then as the

applause tailed off Tony turned the music back up and killed the spot.

We bowed one last time and retired to the back of the stage.

As

we wiped ourselves clean with the baby wipes that Marie and Angie had

thoughtfully provided, Jo thanked me for letting her live out her

lifelong fantasy. "I don't want to do that again," she admitted. "But

that was so exhilarating. Thank you, Geoff," She stood up on tiptoes to

kiss my cheek.

"Put

my husband down, you hussy," came a voice from behind me. Jo reached up

again and pulled me into another, this time lingering, defiant kiss.

"How was it, sweetheart?" My wife asked her friend, fondly.

"Oh,

God, Marie. My heart was pounding; every sense was heightened; if this

is what drugs make you feel like, I can almost understand people getting

hooked."

"You

were magnificent, dear." Marie turned to me. "You too, my love. Only

now there are a few more women out there I may have to watch out for.

But, anyway. Hurry up and get dressed. We're taking Jane back to ours

for a couple of hours before she has to go home."

I

favored my wife with a Number 3 look from my new repertoire, horrified

befuddlement, and noticed that it concerned her not at all. "Is there

any point?" I grumbled, pulling my trousers on. "It's not as though

they'll be on that long."

"Don't

be difficult darling," Marie chided me. "Jane has been a cock free zone

for a decade and I think she's ready to climb back into the saddle."

"If

I had said that about a woman," I chuntered to myself as I put on my

shirt. "I'd be crucified by militant feminists but, just because I've

got a cock, it's bloody open season on me."

"Dear

oh Lord, Geoffrey," she sighed in exasperation, and don't think that

the use of my Sunday name was lost on me. "I'm taking you home to have

sex with a woman nearly twenty years younger than you. Are you really

going to bitch about it?"

Jo watched our exchange in amusement as she also started to get dressed. "She is very pretty," Jo reminded me.

I

had to admit, however grudgingly, that she was right. Jane had the sort

of features that advertisers dream about to sell to mature women.

Pretty, but not so glamorous that their looks seemed unattainable. Jane

was who they could possibly be with the right cosmetics. Personally, I

just thought that she was really cute.

I

slipped my shoes on and picked up my jacket. Marie had already rescued

my tie. Marie and I both kissed Jo goodbye, with my wife assuring her

that Angie had promised to see her and her birthday presents home

safely.

I

returned to our guests. They had all apparently decided to stay in the

function room where they could talk openly about our little

entertainment, rather than have to speak in guarded whispers in the

lounge downstairs. There also seemed to be an atmosphere of fellowship

developing. Charles was talking to Emily about engineering; Adrian and

Lucy seemed to be deeply engaged in an argument about texture, color and

shape in art; Wendy and Jane appeared to be receiving the official

briefing about the coven from Angie while Megan was giving a more edited

version to our other guests.

I

looked round feeling rather content. Who would have thought a live sex

show between a couple of children of the sixties could be such a

successful networking opportunity?

Tony

came over to shake my hand and thank me for being allowed to join us. I

rather suspected that he regretted that he couldn't run more evenings

in the same vein, but he knew he'd lose the regulars. We both realized

that popping down the pub is one thing, but wives were significantly

more likely to object to their men popping down to the pub on live sex

night. On the other hand.

Marie

was by then talking to Mike, Becky and Ruth. The other two women

expressing their appreciation for the example my wife had set in sharing

me with her friends. I probably should have been offended, but I

understood their sentiments. When I joined them, they were discussing

our prospective wedding. Becky was keen to do something similar but was

concerned that we might be upset at them copying us. In fact, Marie

suggested that they should use our ceremony as an opportunity to select

the elements that they wanted to include in their own. We certainly

wouldn't be offended.

And then it was time. Signaling for Jane to join us, We waved goodbye to our friends and we left.

 Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.