Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 2Lazy SundayA retired couple discover the perfect Sunday.

Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

List of main characters.

Geoff: 

 retired materials scientist. Mid-sixties. 5 foot 10 inch, ex amateur

rugby player, still swims, runs and walks to keep fit. More than

adequately equipped to satisfy his wife.

Marie: 

 retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her husband, Geoff. 5

foot 2 inch voluptuous build, with D cup tits and proportionate bum and

hips. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin inherited

from her French grandmother.

Angie: 

 possibly retired mathematician (may still be involved in intelligence

gathering, she won't discuss her work). Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inch,

slender athletic build. Firm B cup tits, brown hair and famously dirty

mind.

Mike:   research biochemist. Mid-fifties. 6 foot 1 inch, also rugby player. Good looking for his age.

It

had been a funny old weekend. It started on Friday evening when my

wife, Marie, came home from catching up with her friends at our local

and burst into tears. She was upset because she was getting laid and

they weren't so she wanted me to have sex with them, but was afraid I'd

refuse.

On

Saturday, she'd invited her friend, Angie, to our home for an evening

meal, after which, along with a couple of bottles of wine we batted

Marie's generous gesture back and forth.

You

must be wondering what the issue is: I'm a bloke, my wife actually

wants me to fuck her friends and we're all retired over-sixties so

no-one's getting pregnant; why am I apparently so reluctant to go along

with it? Don't worry, even though I've already explained in detail in a

previous story, It will become clearer. I haven't finished with the

weekend yet.

That

Saturday Angie dissected my disinclination to be unfaithful to my wife,

even with permission, and came up with a suggestion. Look, we were a

bit pissed and she is really smart. She won't say, but I think she used

to work for Her Majesty's Government at GCHQ as a cryptographer. Anyway,

her idea was that the 'girls' visit us in pairs and I fuck one while

the other has sex with Marie; then we swap. I know it sounds stupid but

we were quite tipsy and it did actually make sense at the time. That

left the elephant in the room. Sorry, that was a metaphor, no elephants

were molested during the course of these events.

Ah,

yes the elephant: I had confessed to my wife and her friend that I

didn't want to damage our newly repaired relationship by having sex with

other women because I wasn't secure enough to accept her having sex

with other men as part of a quid pro quo. But if my wife could tolerate

us both having sex with the same women, perhaps the drunken idea was,

actually, the genius concept that Angie claimed.

One

thing led to another and we all ended up together in bed. Angie

discovered her inner lesbian and, with coaching from me, proved to be

quite a gifted muff diver. My wife discovered that she wasn't repelled

by another woman's touch, several times and quite vocally.

But

could Marie cope with me and another woman doing the deed? If you read

my last story, you already know. She actually pushed my cock inside her

friend for me! Then she played with Angie's tits and clit until she

came. And did she come! Apparently, it had been a while and we both did

some of our best work on her. In fairness, we were quite excited too and

may have got a bit carried away but we did feel a bit guilty for

reducing this athletic super brain to the mindless, limp, sweaty

fuckdoll laying comatose on our bed.

So

to Sunday; I woke up about eight, with my erect cock lodged in Angie's

bum crack, and not wanting to add sexual assault to my concerns, I

turned over to face my wife on the other side of the bed. She was

already awake. "Fancy a quickie?" She whispered. "All that sex last

night and I still never got you inside me even once."

"Okay,"

I replied quietly. "But then we have to make sure Angie isn't broken.

We'll have to keep her if she is. It's not like we can take her back."

Marie

giggled, "She'll be as good as new: Better, in fact. A good meal, good

company, good wine, great sex and probably the best night's sleep she's

had in months. Now, are you going to put that thing inside me or are you

planning to let it go to waste?"

I

reached up and started to squeeze her tits as we kissed. While Angie is

tall and lithe with firm but small B cup boobs, Mother Nature endowed

her bounty on my wife's chest. Full and ample D cups that have barely

dropped since she was in her teens. They look even more impressive as

she's only 5 foot 2, but they match her glorious round bum.

Reluctantly

leaving go of one tit, I snaked my hand down between us to sample the

delights between her thighs. She sighed and shifted slightly to allow me

better access. I could tell that she was already ready for me as my

middle finger slipped easily into her cunt. I pondered for a second then

came to a decision.

I

carefully moved the quilt that had been covering us and indicated that

Marie should move to the middle of the bed, facing her friend. We

managed as quietly as we could and renewed our love-making. I was able

to get one arm placed so that I could attack my wife's bum and cunt from

behind, while the other hand played with her tits.

Once

I realized that she was beginning to get impatient, I slipped inside

her warm wet cunt from behind. They say that it's nice to go travelling

and even nicer to come home. That's how I felt just then. I'd had

incredible sex with another woman just a few hours ago but now, little

Geoff was warm and comfy in his happy place. This was what I feared

losing; why I'd been reluctant. It was just so fucking good!

We

just moved together in long slow strokes for ages, both just reveling

in the feel of each other's bodies, neither of us needed the urgency of

release. Eventually, Marie started to gasp quietly and then shuddered as

her first climax washed over her. I paused for a few seconds as she

caught her breath and then, so slowly, started our rhythm again. This

was our version of the famous cocktail, The Slow Comfortable Screw.

I

was in heaven: one hand was kneading my wife's glorious tits while my

cock was burrowing up and down her slippery love tunnel. Then Marie

moved just a little to get comfortable, or so I assumed, until I felt a

warm hand cupping my balls. Ah, Angie's awake. Marie had been moving to

get access to Angie's tits.

And

so we lay there, me slowly fucking my wife who was, in turn, kissing

her friend and fondling her tits while Angie returned the compliment as

she stroked my balls as they moved back and forth between my wife's

thighs. After a few minutes Angie moved her hand so that it was stroking

Marie's clit and rubbing against my shaft as it moved in and out of

her. Marie had already had one gentle orgasm but this double assault

took her over the edge and this time I felt her cunt muscles spasm as

she came hard.

I

still hadn't come, so I considered asking Angie if she wanted me to

fuck her too, but she got in first. "Geoff," she looked at me a bit

sheepishly. "I wanna be a real dirty girl for you. Please can I?"

I

tried to imagine what Angie could possibly find embarrassing after the

previous night. This I had to see. "Go for it," I said. "Tell me what

you want me to do."

She

turned to Marie who had flopped down on her back to wallow in her early

morning warm post-coital glow. "Hey babe, can I suck your fella's

cock?"

"Just as long as you do it quietly," Marie replied drowsily, and closed her eyes.

"Round

here, stud!" She ordered. I complied, puzzled. Not that a blow job

wouldn't be appreciated but why would that make her feel so awkward? She

sat up and slid her legs off the bed. Even though I seen her naked the

previous night; even though I'd kissed and caressed those small firm

tits; even though I'd kissed her from her bum crack to clit, the sight

of her naked, waiting to suck my cock as my wife lay naked next to her

had me so hard it hurt.

Angie took me in her hand and looked up at me, "I really need you to tell me when you're about to come. You'll see why."

Then

she focused on my cock: It's a nice one and we've always been very

happy together and Marie says it's lovely to look at. Angie studied it

for a minute then looked up at me and nodded. "Yes," she said. "It's

just as nice as Marie described it."

Is there nothing so intimate that women won't discuss it?

Angie

looked up at me and puckered her lips as if to kiss someone. She bent

forwards and pressed my cock into the gap, squeezing as she went. I felt

like I was fucking a virgin. As the head forced through her lip barrier

her tongue came into play as the sensitive skin under the glans rubbed

over it. She bobbed deep and slow covering me with her saliva.

Now

and again she pull me out and show me the strings of spittle connecting

us. Then back in again, licking and sucking. She claimed that she'd

abandoned sex after her second husband cheated on her. I'd always

thought he was a fucking moron and the last twelve hours had proved it,

this moment even more so. She was spectacularly gifted and seemed to

have no gag reflex. This was warm, wet, tongue filled heaven with a side

order of throat.

After

a couple of minutes I told her I was getting close. She took me out

again and turned her head to Marie. "Hey, lazybones. Get up here next to

me. I have a treat for you.". Marie stirred and sat up slowly as Angie

took me back in her mouth and tried to swallow me. Marie sat and

snuggled naked next to her friend and watched her blow me as I looked at

these two, very different, beautiful women and wondered what I'd done

to deserve this moment.

I

put my hand on Angie's head and told her I was about to come. She gave

one final deep bob and then pulled me out. She emptied the saliva from

mouth to lubricate me and the started to wank me as my wife watched.

That aroused me even more and my hips jerked as I started to ejaculate.

She pointed me at her tits and then Marie's as my semen spurted out. She

caught the last spurt in her mouth.

Marie

was breathing heavily, Angie's surprise had got to her. But Angie

wasn't finished. She turned to her friend and kissed her full on the

mouth. Marie's eyes widened as she realized what her friend was doing:

She was sharing my sperm in her kiss. It was my turn to watch as they

pulled their mouths apart to display the sticky strings of my cum

mingled with their saliva, then they went back to attacking each other's

tonsils. They were so fucking hot!

Eventually

Angie straightened up and swallowed. "There, that was nice," she said.

"I got to taste Marie on your cock when I sucked you, and tasted your

cum for dessert."

She

looked to Marie who was still a little bemused. Angie absent-mindedly

rubbed my semen into their skin, licking the thickest deposits from

Marie's tits. "Kinky, eh? Told you I was a dirty girl."

I

bent towards Angie's left nipple and found a gob of cum that she'd

missed. I scooped it up with my tongue and leaned towards Marie. She

smiled and leaned into our kiss, both sharing and then swallowing my

spunk.

Angie watched us in dismay. "What the fuck does a girl have to do to shock you two?" She complained.

Marie

looked lovingly at her friend. "Angie. I've known you for nearly forty

years. We've never said this before because it would have made our lives

too complicated back then. But now; I want to say, in front of Geoff,

Angie, I love you, and I know you love me too. You can't shock us,

because we're okay with anything that gives you pleasure."

Marie

turned to me with a concerned expression. I stopped her by putting my

finger on her lips. "It's okay." I said. "She's adorable: You can keep

her." I scooted across to Angie and put my arms around her. "When Marie

came home on Friday night, she cried because you and the others were

unhappy. And that broke her heart because she loves you all so much. I

realized then that her love for you didn't take anything from me. It

just made her heart bigger.

I

kissed both my girls and headed for the bathroom. As I went, I called

over my shoulder, "We need to sort out some ground rules before this

turns into a nightmare of a clusterfuck, but in the meantime you two

have my full approval to play nice."

After

my shower I went downstairs intending to make breakfast but stopped to

call a friend first. "Hi, Mike; Yeah, I know, full of good intentions

but never actually pick the phone up to call; Even now I'm ringing to

pick your brain; Not over the phone, are you free this week?; Today?;

Even better; can I treat you to Sunday Lunch at The Black Swan?;

Perfect; Two o'clock, and we can catch up then; See you."

I

put the kettle on to make a cuppa for the three of us, if the girls

ever came down, and some bread in the toaster for me. No full English

for me this Sunday, I had a big lunch to come.

When

they finally arrived in the kitchen they were both looking flushed,

with wet hair and wearing dressing gowns. Obviously, in an effort to

economize on water they had showered together. I told Marie that I had

to go out that afternoon to meet a friend and that we should probably

talk about boundaries sooner rather than later. I left them to decide

what they were having for breakfast and claimed my favorite chair to

watch the news on TV in the living room. They joined me a few minutes

later still drinking their tea. I switched the TV off and turned to them

as they settled at opposite ends of the sofa.

Marie

started the conversation. "You were right, what you said earlier. Our

relationship has changed again and I don't want to lose what we've only

just recovered. Do you regret what we did last night?" She sounded

uncertain.

"No!

Not for a second," I said firmly. "But I need to be confident that when

I am 'with' one of your friends I'm not making you unhappy and putting

my marriage at risk."

Marie looked at her friend. "What do you think Angie; can we make it work?"

Angie

shrugged. "Dunno. People stuff isn't really my strongest subject. Give

me mathematical relationships and I'm your girl. If I was any good at

personal relationships I wouldn't have two ex-husbands. Last night,

apart from being a bit squiffy, the math was simple. You both gave me

simple criteria that lent itself to Boolean logic: the wine helped too.

Now, you're in the realms of, 'How will I feel if?' And I haven't a

fucking clue what the answer to that will be."

"Okay," I said. "Then I'll list my concerns and my thoughts on how to address them.

"First:

We only have sex within your group of friends. I suppose it's possible

you may want to include other people eventually, but everybody, and I

mean everybody, would have to agree in advance."

Marie made as if to interrupt. I held up my hand before she could speak.

"Sorry love, but please hear me out while I've got my thoughts in order." She nodded and sat back.

"Second:

You and I each only have sex with other people with the other's full

knowledge and consent. That means Angie can't come round for a quickie

with you any more than I can pop round to Jo's for a quick fuck on the

way to the shops.

"Third:

I think that it would be a bad idea for one of us to be having sex when

the other isn't. I don't think I would be comfortable having sex with

one of your friends while you were alone. I'd rather you were with us.

"Fourth:

You have five other friends who were part of your sex debate but only

there are only two of them you really want me to fuck in addition to

Angie. I want to meet them first " The girls looked at each other and

then glared back at me. "Go on," I said. "What have I missed?"

"It's six friends," Marie said emphatically. "At least, if they want to: Angie, Megan, Lucy, Jo, Kate and Sam."

"But three of them are married," I protested. "And one of them you've only just met!"

Marie

was having none of that. "Sam has left her husband and has started

divorce proceedings; Megan's husband, Charles, is a lovely man but he's

in his nineties and just can't perform and Lucy's husband is a complete

twat who's only interested in beer and football. Do you know what he

said to her when she suggested they should have sex? His exact words

were, 'Who'd want to stick their cock into a wrinkly old snatch like

yours?'"

"Angie," I pleaded. "Help me out here."

"Sorry

stud, you're on your own. Charles is impotent and Eddie is every bit

the complete twat that Marie said he is. And now we've got the taste for

succulent female flesh," she gave an evil leer as she winked at my

wife. "We are as keen to get our lecherous hands on the lovely Samantha

as you'll be once you've met her."

I

gave up. "In that case," says I. "Can I meet the other five of your

friends first, please? It's just that I'd rather that my first words to

those I've not met yet aren't, 'Hello, I'm Geoff; I'll be your cock for

this evening'." The girls exchanged looks and nodded their agreement.

"Fifth:"

I continued, "This 'idea', that now somehow appears to be a fait

accompli, only came about because your friends have no sex partners. If

any of them begin a sexual relationship outside this group then they

drop out. It's not fair to their partners to continue.

"And

last: for now at least. We never speak of this outside your friend

group, and neither do the others. Now, those are my suggestions. You can

disagree, amend or add as you think fit. This isn't a negotiation with

winners and losers. I'm just trying to set out guidelines to stop

something good from biting us in the backside.

They

settled back in their seats to think through what I'd said while I

walked to the window and looked outside: It seemed like a nice day for a

stroll before lunch so I suggested they join me, partly to let their

newly discovered Sapphic libidos settle before I left them alone while I

went to the pub. As I suspected, Angie had left a travel bag with a

change of clothes in her car, just in case. I knew it was a set up last

night! They went upstairs to change and came down together both looking

great in light, floaty summer dresses that showed their figures off.

Quarter of an hour later we locked up and strolled down the road

together, chatting idly as we enjoyed the sunshine.

Without

really thinking about it, we ended up in the local park. Yes, that one.

The one where I'd fucked Marie, out in the open, through the slit in

the crotchless panties I'd bought her. The place where our sex life

re-ignited, and the same panties she'd been wearing last night when

Angie finger-fucked her.

Angie

made the connection too. "No fucking way! This is the park isn't it?

Where you randy old bastards did the dirty deed! Show me the spot!"

Marie took her hand and led her along the path that curved around to the

far side of the lake. We came to the little shelter where you could

lean and watch the ducks paddling aimlessly around and, more

importantly, see anyone coming along the path.

There

was no-one there when we arrived, and Angie's face lit up as she

imagined me taking Marie from behind at that very place only a few weeks

before.

Marie

looked at me thoughtfully. "Angie is one of my 'special' friends, I'm

here and you have my knowledge and approval. I think we meet all of your

ground rules. Fuck her. You fucked me this morning and she blew you, so

I think we owe her. Fuck her. Fuck her here and now, just like you

fucked me.

She

stepped close to me and kissed me passionately, pulling my hand to her

tits. I had no problem with that and groped them with the enthusiasm

they deserved. Then she broke off and moved to Angie. She stood between

her friend and the path and bent down and reached under Angie’s knee

length summer dress to pull down her panties. I'm certain from Angie's

reaction that Marie copped a feel too.

As

Marie stood, she lifted the hem at the back of Angie's skirt to expose

her slender, toned, walker's bum to me. "Go on, please Geoff. Fuck her

for me. Then she moved to her new lover and they kissed. Hesitantly at

first but then with real lust.

As

the girls locked lips, I unzipped and let my cock out of his cage. I

moved forwards so he returned to the place he started his morning, hard

and erect, lodged between her firm buttocks. I reached around and

squeezed my hands between two pairs of tits in order to touch Angie's.

She was bra-less and I hadn't noticed; I must be getting old.

Marie

grunted, "I've got these; you concentrate downstairs." So I did. I held

Angie's dress up with one hand while the other moved between her

thighs. She was already wet. I rubbed my index finger firmly over her

tight little anus. She wriggled, but didn't pull away as I pushed the

tip against the wrinkled sphincter.

I

told her, quietly, "Not this time, but soon, my finger and maybe more

is going in here." She moaned into Marie's mouth. I moved my hand

forwards, my finger sliding inside her damp little place that I had just

got to know oh so intimately. She pushed back against me. She was

ready, but we could take her a little further.

Marie

was kissing her neck and kneading her tits. I carried on finger-fucking

her and rubbing my cock between her cheeks, and checking for

pedestrians. She stiffened and I looked over her shoulder at my wife.

She nodded; it was time. I put my hands on her shoulders and bent her

gently at the waist and put my cock between her pussy lips. I moved him

back and forth to get him nice and wet from the lubricant dripping from

her cunt then I pushed gently forward.

Angie

pushed back to meet me and slowly I slipped all the way inside. Marie

caught my eye. "This isn't love-making: This is dirty outdoor sex. Just

fuck her and fuck her hard."

Angie

agreed. "Oh, yes, oh, please. Do what she said. Please, fuck me, fuck

me hard." So while my wife attended to Angie's tits in front, I fucked

her from behind like I have never fucked anyone before. It was like

animals rutting. There was no affection, no petting, just my cock

scything in and out of her cunt as fast and as hard and as deep as I

could. I'd already come once that morning so I managed to last long

enough for her to have two more orgasms before I dumped my load into her

cunt. Even then I kept going until little Geoff started to go soft.

I

took a moment to catch my breath. I was going to need another shower

before I went out. Marie waited for me to compose myself then we helped

Angie to the seat in the shelter. Marie took some tissues from her bag

and helped her friend wipe most of our bodily fluids up and then helped

her put her panties back on.

After

a couple of minutes Angie regained the ability to speak. "You two are

fucking insane! You know that, don't you? I'm not complaining, just

saying;”

Marie kissed her gently on the lips. "I told you babe, we love you and want to make you happy."

We

sat quietly for five minutes or so, each lost in their own thoughts,

when an old chap wandered up the path walking an elderly Jack Russell

Terrier on a leash. He nodded to us as he reached the shelter and

frowned as he saw Angie's sweaty, flushed features. "Is your friend

alright?" He asked with a concerned note to his voice.

"Oh, yes. I'm sure she'll be fine," I replied. "She just needs to sit quietly for a while."

"Aye,"

he said. "I suppose any lass would after they'd had their mutton

stuffed like that." And he tugged on the dog's lead and they wandered

off together. We sat stunned for a few moments and then collapsed in a

heap, giggling helplessly at the fact that our discreet fuck must have

been visible from somewhere.

We

left then, looking guiltily about to see if anyone was watching as we

walked to the park gates. No-one paid us any attention so we set off

home. After a few yards, Marie took hold of my right hand. Angie must

have seen and immediately took my left hand. And that's how I walked all

the way to our house: Proudly holding both of my lovers' hands.

I

took another quick shower and, while Angie went to get cleaned up and

changed, I spoke to Marie. "Sweetheart, I was serious this morning about

setting boundaries. I wasn't intending to lay down 'the law according

to Geoff' but if I did something, in all innocence, that hurt you I'd

never forgive myself. I need to know we're on the same page."

She

reached up and gave me a hug and a kiss. "I know dear. I also realize

that because we haven't come up with a counter proposal I can't really

spend the afternoon in bed with Angie. Perhaps that will motivate us a

bit. Now, off with you or you'll be late.

Oh,

by the way," She added. "Neither of us have had much to eat today.

Would you be offended if we ate at the pub too? At a different table,"

She added. "We don't want to intrude."

"I'm

okay with that if you are," I replied. "I don't think you'd find our

catch up that fascinating." So a final kiss and shouting goodbyes

upstairs, I left for the pub.

I

got there about five minutes early and found a table in the bar,

opposite the TV but far enough away that we could talk in confidence.

There was live rugby on that afternoon and we could watch as we chatted.

Mike came in a little after two, looked around, saw me and waved

towards the bar. I shook my head and pointed to the seat at my table. I

knew what he'd want and ordered for both of us when I'd arrived.

He

joined me, we shook hands and he sat down, then his face lit up as he

saw two barmaids walking towards us, one carrying a tray with two pints

of locally brewed ale and the other carrying two full Sunday roast

dinners. As the women retreated to the kitchens he looked at me with a

frown. "Do you want to borrow money? This seems extreme just for a catch

up."

"No,

I told you I needed to tap into your specialist knowledge of

pharmaceuticals, but that can wait. Let's just enjoy the beer and the

food while we chat." The food and the conversation over our meal was

excellent. The beer was so good we ordered some more to keep us company

while we watched the first half of the match.

About

ten minutes before half-time the two girls came in, waved and then

found a table near the window, half way between us and the TV. Mike saw

the exchange and looked at me. "Isn't that your wife? Who's that with

her?"

I

explained that Marie's friend had stayed over and that we decided to

have Sunday lunch in the pub, but they didn't want to intrude on our

'guy talk' so they were happier at their own table. Mike looked

thoughtfully at Angie and said, "Oh, I thought you were trying to set me

up for a minute, even though you know I'm married. I'll admit, I would

have been tempted.

"Anyway,"

he continued. "What's this advice you need that's worth shelling out

for a pub lunch?" Suddenly, my carefully rehearsed explanation sounded

like rubbish when I started to speak. I stopped and started from the

beginning; this time being as truthful as I could.

"This

is really awkward." I paused, "Marie and I had lost our way sexually.

We got out of the habit, into a rut, she went to bed early, me late: And

mornings getting up were the same. We were rarely awake in bed together

and we were both frustrated and angry at the other's apparent lack of

interest. So we retaliated by drawing away. Of course, we never actually

talked to each other about it.

"Then,

a few weeks ago, we hit a tipping point. It could have gone really

badly but we realized that we still wanted each other and, instead of

pulling apart, we became as close as I can ever remember. The truth is

Mike, we rediscovered sex and now we're screwing like teenagers.

My friend smiled as he took a mouthful of beer. "I'm happy for you, but I'm not sure what your point is yet."

I suppose I must have looked a bit sheepish. "The thing is; Well, you know how women talk about sex way more than men do?"

"Damn right!" He replied. "Then they accuse men of being sex-obsessed."

"So,"

I continued. "Now she wants to share our new; vitality with her best

friend, and I'm not sure if I can, at least without chemical help. The

thing is, there's so much crap being peddled on-line to supposedly help

old farts like me to get and stay hard, I need an expert, specifically

you, to tell me what works and what's safe."

Mike

looked at me suspiciously for a minute, then seemed to come to a

decision. "Your timing is almost too perfect. If you had been anyone

else I would have been convinced this was a set up to get inside our

Men's Health Division's new second-generation erection enhancer."

I

held my hands up. "I didn't know you were actively engaged in this

stuff, I just want advice from someone who really understands the

science."

He

looked thoughtful. "We are trying to recruit replacements for drop-outs

from our pre-release trial. We've satisfied all the regulator's

requirements. This trial is 'to evaluate the user experience'." He made

air-quotes with his fingers.

"All

the data says the compound works effectively to enhance erection,

restore your refractory period to ten to twenty minutes and accelerate

semen production. In simple terms; you'll get hard when aroused, you'll

be able to get hard again quickly and you'll ejaculate normally at

second and third orgasms.

"I'll

tell you now that the guys that dropped out did so because the drug

turns your piss blue green for about twelve hours. We gave them a tablet

that resets their knobs back to when they were twenty and they turned

it down because it made their pee a funny color! What the fuck? So," he

looked at me. "Are you interested?"

He

looked across the bar to Marie's table where she and Angie were

flirting shamelessly and made the connection. "It's both of you! You

dirty, lucky bugger! You're both fucking the fit looking bit."

"A

gentleman never tells," I said. Now he'd drawn his own conclusion I

wasn't breaking the rules and he didn't need to know about the other

five women Marie wanted to share me with. "But, where do I sign up?"

Mike

pulled out his smart-phone and sent an email to the trial coordinator

passing on my contact details, stressing that I was a personal friend

who he'd like to see included in the trial.

By

now the second half had started so we concentrated on the game, even

though Mike kept glancing at the girls every now and then, muttering,

"Lucky old bugger," or similar under his breath. The bar was starting to

fill up now, so I gestured to my wife that there was room at our table

and she and Angie should join us for a last round to free up their table

for other customers.

They

did, stopping off at the bar for fresh pints for us and white wines for

themselves. We introduced Mike and Angie to each other: He had met

Marie a couple of times. I explained that Mike was an expert in men's

sexual physiology and that I had been pumping him for advice on

performance enhancers.

The

girls started giggling like twelve year olds. Angie composing herself

long enough to blurt out, "Well your pumping performance didn't need

enhancing this morning, did it?" At which point they both cracked up

again.

"No, agreed Marie," Tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. "Neither time." And they lost it again.

I

apologized to Mike, pointing out they had polished of nearly two

bottles of wine between them and were now comprehensively sloussed. He

dismissed it on the basis that we were in the pub on a Sunday afternoon,

and that was the whole idea.

Anyway,

the match finished with our team a very agreeable six points ahead and

we left the pub together. Given that the girls were not walking terribly

well unaided, Mike offered to walk with us and called a taxi to collect

him from our house in quarter of an hour.

So

we set off: Mike with his arm around Angie's shoulder while I had my

arm around Marie. The girls were both full of wine fuelled mischief.

"Geoff,"

Angie called over my shoulder, as they meandered along behind us. "I

know I can't fuck him, but is it okay to let him feel my tits as we

walk?"

"They're your tits sweetheart; it's up to you. Just so you know though, he's married."

"Mike,"

I heard her say. ""If you promise not to leave your wife, you can cop a

feel of my tits if you want. Ah," she added moments later. "You've got

nice warm hands."

"Are your hands warm too, darling?" Marie asked.

"Well?" Said a voice behind us, a minute or so later. "Are they?"

"Oh, yes, very. All warm and squeezy squeezy and; Oh!; Nippy." Answered Marie, as I grinned contentedly to myself.

"I'm

wondering," Angie said thoughtfully. "Whether, in hindsight, I should

have put my bra back on before we came out." She gave a little squeal,

and sighed, "No! Fuck bras: That was much better without. Thank you kind

sir."

Eventually,

though too soon for Mike, we got to our house and unloaded the girls

onto the living room sofa. Angie making sure Mike got a big 'thank you

for walking me home' kiss first. I got him a tissue to remove her

lipstick just as his taxi arrived. We shook hands, he thanked me for

lunch and walked down the drive muttering, "Fucking lucky, dirty, old

bugger as he went.

I

left the women, still giggling like schoolgirls, sitting on the sofa as

I wandered into the kitchen for a coffee, wondering how to turn this

situation to my advantage. There was no way Angie could drive home

tonight; none of us would be safe behind the wheel until tomorrow. They

were both rather drunk, giggly and horny: On the face of it, any man's

wet dream. But this called for something a bit; special, to my way of

thinking.

Then

the noises from the other room inspired me. So I took my coffee back

into the living room to find them having a tickle-fight on the sofa.

"What

the Hell is this?" I barked in my sternest voice. They both tried and

failed miserably to look guilty. "I thought we had an understanding. No

naughty stuff without permission. So how do you explain this?"

I

looked at the pair of them for clues. Marie seemed intrigued by where

this was going, but Angie's enlarged pupils and the sight of her

unconsciously wetting her lips gave the game away. She was actually

buying in.

"Well

young lady." I glared at her. "You were naughty last night, a very

dirty girl this morning, you went out without a bra today and you let a

strange man touch your tits. What have you got to say for yourself?" I

demanded, deliberately leaving the scenario open for her to choose a

path.

She

looked down at the floor and put her hands in her lap. Then, with her

head still bowed, she looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry, Daddy.

Please don't spank me. I'll be a good girl."

I

think that was the first time she had ever shocked my wife in forty

years. Marie sat open mouthed. Personally, with that look and little

girl voice, I would have bought her a new car if she'd asked me for one

at that moment.

I

strode to the dining room and returned with one of the chairs from the

dining table, one without arms. I planted it in the middle of the living

room facing Marie and sat down.

"I'm

afraid that's too little, too late. You've let yourself down, led Marie

astray and broken the rules! Over here, young lady and face the

consequences."

I

patted my lap and watched her as she stood and moved slowly towards me.

By now it had registered through the alcohol haze that the word game

had got very real and I could see the conflict between dread and

anticipation on her face. I glanced at my wife, who was breathlessly

staring at the scene unfolding in front of her.

"Stop wasting time or Daddy will have to spank you even harder."

Angie

halted just in front of me, "Please Daddy, don't be cross. I'll be a

very good girl for you if you don't spank me." She looked pointedly at

my groin.

I

took her by the hand; pulled her to my right and then pulled again,

this time down, so that her belly was across my lap. I could feel her

trembling. I looked at my wife.

"Over

here, you!" I ordered. "You weren't innocent in all this, so your

punishment will be to help me discipline this dirty girl." Again, I

chose my words carefully so that the she could write her own fantasy.

"Yes

sir," Marie murmured. So she didn't do daddy fantasies. That was okay.

She knelt in front of me and waited silently. Interesting!

"Pull this little slut's knickers off, that's if the whore is wearing any."

Marie

leaned forward and, for the second time that day, pulled Angie's

panties down. I caught Marie looking, as was I, to see that our naughty

girl was properly aroused. I stared at my wife.

"I want you to watch and learn. This is what happens to bad girls who break the rules.

"Angela,"

I used her full name to maintain the fiction. "Daddy's going to spank

you now. Ten smacks for being a very naughty girl. I want you to keep

count and thank me after each one."

"Yes Daddy," she whispered: and I swear I saw her cunt lips get wetter as she spoke.

I

raised my right hand and brought it down firmly on her right bum cheek.

Marie actually jumped at the sound and Angie flinched and gasped with

pain. "One. Thank you Daddy."

I slapped the other cheek just as hard. "Two. Thank you Daddy."

I

slapped the right cheek again; this time lower, but just as hard. Both

buttocks were starting to redden already. "Three. Thank you Daddy."

I

glanced at Marie who was looking at me as if I was a stranger. "Don't

watch me! You're supposed be learning what happens to naughty girls!" I

snapped at her.

She flinched. "Sorry sir," she breathed. "I'll try to do better."

Back

to the left cheek. 'Slap' my hand came down again and again, each

stroke moving lower; each accompanied by a gasp from Marie, a whimper of

pain, the count and a 'Thank you Daddy' from Angie.

The

final two strokes were so low on her backside my hand was actually

across her vulva. "Ten. Thank you Daddy. Thank you for showing how much

you love me."

I

pulled Angie gently to her feet and led her to the sofa, where I made

her lay with her little red ass upwards. Marie was almost in tears by

now.

"Angela," I spoke gently. "Daddy didn't enjoy hurting you. Does your bottom sting?"

"Yes Daddy, but I deserved it. I didn't mean to make you go away."

"Oh, fucking fuck! " I thought. "Where did that come from? and I have no clue what to do next. Think, man, think!"

I

decided that there was no easy way back, so ploughed on as carefully as

I could. "Daddy went because he had to go. You didn't make me."

I seemed to remember Marie telling me that Angie's mum raised her on her own.

"Daddy didn't go because you were naughty. None of it was your fault. Daddy just had to go away.

"Angela," I tried to bring us back to the present. "If your bottom stings, Marie would like to kiss it better."

"I don't think I deserve it Daddy!" She wailed helplessly.

I

looked at Marie, who sat silently next to me, watching as I dismantled

her best friend's psyche. "Marie, kiss Angela's bottom better for me."

"Yes sir," she mumbled. Fuck! I'd broken both of them. But at least she started to caress her friend's toned, reddened tush.

I

was reaching desperately now for a way to rebuild my girls. Then I

realized I was panicking and needed to think rationally. I had an idea.

"Angela. Can you hear my voice?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Angela,

sweetheart, it's time for my little girl to take a nap now. Daddy's

going to count down from five and you are going to feel more and more

sleepy."

"Yes Daddy. So tired."

"Five; your eyes are heavy and you feel really sleepy.

"Four; as you relax you can only hear my voice. Angela, you didn't make Daddy go away. You didn't do anything wrong.

"Three; you've been spanked now. You've been punished and forgiven for every bad thing you've ever done.

"Two; you're a good girl now and you have to forgive yourself. You are so tired your eyes have to close.

"One;

this is your happy place. When Daddy tells you to go to your happy

place this is how you'll feel. Safe and comfortable and at peace.

"Sleep

now Angela. Marie will wake you up in a little while and you'll feel

refreshed and whole again. Angie snuggled down on the sofa and slept.

Now to my wife. "Marie, stand up and undress."

"Okay Geoff," she said perkily, and started to strip.

"Oh, thank God; you were faking. I thought I'd broken both of you."

"Nah,"

she replied. "It was interesting, but not my thing. But I was really

impressed that when you thought you could have done anything with us,

instead, you tried to help Angie. That's why I love you. So 'Daddy',

you've got me naked; now what?

So

I undressed and sat back in the dining chair while Marie sat on my lap.

We kissed while I caressed her glorious boobs and curvy backside. She

wriggled her warm round bum into my groin, producing the inevitable

stiffy, then she stood and lowered herself onto me facing away. I put my

arms around her stroking her thighs, her crotch, her soft round belly,

those plump love pillows with nipples standing out like sexy little

meerkats. I kissed her neck, her ears; I nibbled her throat.

Meanwhile

she rocked back and forth on my cock, rubbing her own clit with one

hand while the other followed mine on my exploration of her body.

Without a word she stood again and turned. This time she mounted me face

to face. She kissed me.

"I

want to see you when we come. I want to feel my clit against the root

of your cock. I want to feel my tits against your chest." So saying, she

put her arms around my neck and crushed us together. She ground her

pussy against me. I was barely moving in and out but, fuck! What a

feeling. She was so sexy when she took control. It didn't emasculate me.

She was using my cock to pleasure herself. And. I. Fucking. Loved. It.

She started gasping. I could feel her cunt muscles pulsing around me. She struggled to keep a rhythm.

"Come on Babe, you can do it." I urged her. "Take us there."

"I'm trying," she panted as she ground back and forth. 'I'm so; Close; Nearly there; Just;”

And

then she came. Her spasms took me over the edge for the third time that

day and I let go deep inside her. We hung onto each other like

shipwrecked sailors to a life-raft.

"I love you," I said. Even when your naughty."

"Especially when I'm naughty, you mean."

We

sat like that for ages. Just savoring the sensation of each other's

bodies. Sharing warmth and gentle kisses. Eventually, though we had to

move. We crossed to the sofa where our shared lover lay.

"Who do we wake up?" I asked. "Angie or Angela?"

"Angie, do you think?" Offered Marie. "I don't think we ought to mess with Angela any more than we already have."

"I

agree. But you have to wake her up. That was the instruction I gave

her. I wanted to try to distance 'Daddy' while she was coming out of

it."

"Okay."

She turned to her friend and spoke softly. "Angie. Sweetheart, it's

time to wake up. Remember, this was your safe place. You're going to

feel refreshed, whole and forgiven. She stroked Angie's face as she

stirred.

Angie

opened her eyes. She looked round while she gathered her thoughts. Then

she stared at us, concern and guilt written all over our faces. For the

second time in less than twenty four hours we thought we'd broken her.

"What

is it with you two? Anyone else it would be; kiss, squeeze tits, grope

muff then fuck. You two: No way. It's go to park and fuck in front of an

old man and his dog; go to pub and get groped by stranger on the way

home then spank me back to my childhood and relive the rejection trauma

from when my dad left."

I moved forwards, "Sorry Ange. But I never dreamt that would happen the way it did. What do you remember?"

"Everything,

I think. The spanking hurt at first, but then I found I was looking

forward to the next stroke. Then I got confused and started to believe

this was the punishment I deserved for making my dad leave us. Which was

rubbish. He left when mum threw him out for getting his secretary

pregnant.

"Then

you started talking gently to me, and it made me feel better; even

though I knew I'd done nothing wrong, you made the hurt go away. Then I

just fell asleep until Marie woke me up."

"Can I try something?" I asked.

"Does it involve spanking my bum?" She countered. "Because, if it does, I think I'll pass. Otherwise, okay."

"No more spanking," I promised. I stared into her eyes and spoke in a soft but firm voice, "Angela. Go to your Happy Place."

Her eyes glazed for a moment then she shook herself and gazed at me in wonder. "Fuck! What did you do to me?"

"When

I was ill a while ago I red all the time I was in hospital, and I

remembered a book on hypnosis. I recognized some of the signs when you

dissociated during our spankfest. The only way out of your confusion

seemed to be to actually use that state to put you under properly and

then wake you up. It only seemed sensible to try to deal with your

childhood guilt and give you a happy place while I was at it. All you

have to do if you're stressed is think to yourself, 'Angela, go to your

happy place,' and you'll be able to time out and come back refreshed to

deal with whatever is bothering you."

"Well, whatever you did, I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. So thanks."

I

looked at the clock. It wasn't even seven o'clock. I got up and dressed

and, leaving the girls to talk, went into the kitchen. We'd all had a

big late lunch so I just raided the fridge for cheese and cold meats and

put some plates on the worktop. I put the kettle on for hot drinks, I

thought we'd had enough booze today.

As

I was pouring the tea, the girls joined me. Marie had her dress back

on. I don't know if Angie had found her panties. We sat and ate talking

quietly about the day; laughing again at the memory of the guy with the

Jack Russell.

We

were all tired, still feeling the effects of the beer and the wine and

the childhood trauma but I didn't want to be the one to suggest we all

went to bed early. Marie spared me.

"Look,

it's been a long and emotional day so I think we should all go

upstairs. Geoff thought he was going to fuck you after he'd finished

chastising you for being a dirty girl; and we all saw how that went.

Let’s just go to bed and enjoy each other in comfort.

The

girls went up first while I cleared away, loaded the dishwasher and

checked the doors. The family bathroom was empty so I got rid of the

last of the beer and had a quick shower before walking to our room. When

I got there I was delighted to see two spectacular nude women waiting

for me. Marie sat up and gestured for me to go to her.

"This

morning I fucked you and then Angie blew you. You let us play and

shower together without complaining. You had sex with us both since. Now

Angie is going to teach me how to suck your cock as well as she does,

then you are going to make love to her while I watch. No tricks, no

games; just a man and a woman showing how much they love each other.

She

looked at us earnestly. "What you said this morning Geoff, it stayed

with me. The love you have for Angie hasn't taken anything away from me,

because we share it. I want to see you make love to each other but I

don't want to be part of it: Not this time. This time is for you; I just

want to be with you and watch.

"But first," she grinned. "This mucky bitch is going to show me how a real tart sucks cock!"

They

had me stand at first, while they knelt in front of me and discussed

the merits of licking my shaft first compared to just engulfing my head

at the outset. Angie demonstrated how to take a testicle into her mouth.

A new sensation for me and a skill Marie was very quick to pick up, I'm

glad to say.

I

was able to confirm Angie's assertion that there is no such thing as a

bad blow job but that her swirly tongue technique did add another layer

of ecstasy. She also taught Marie the 'virgin's kiss' that she awed me

with only that morning.

Marie

struggled to suppress her gag reflex the way Angie could but Angie

taught her some exercises to help develop the skill. Finally Angie just

showed off and lay on her back with her head over the side of the bed.

She

looked up at me, upside down, and said, "Fuck my mouth, all the way in,

but pause enough to let me breathe." Then she opened her mouth wide to

receive me. My wife crawled up beside her to watch as I fed my erection

into her mouth, over her tongue and down her throat. Marie gasped as she

saw the bulge of my cock move up and down.

I

pulled out and Angie took a deep breath, and I pushed back again. It

was a sight both erotic and disturbing. If Marie learnt how to do it I

would so fuck her throat that way. If not, I'd understand.

I

didn't want to come like that, not that night anyway, so I held my hand

out to Angie and helped her back onto the bed. I looked at Marie and

she smiled at me. "Love her babe: Love her for us both."

I lay down beside Angie and looked into her eyes. "I love you, Angie," I said, honestly. " I want to make love to you now."

So

I did. We kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues; we

caressed and stroked each other's bodies, learning the places that

excited. I palmed those small beautiful tits bringing their coral pink

nipples to small hard peaks. Then I attacked those nipples with finger

and thumb, then lips and tongue, then nips from my teeth. While I used

my mouth on her tits, my hands weren't idle. My fingers were insinuating

themselves between those luscious lips and around her clit. She came.

I

kissed my way down her taut belly. Her athletic body straining against

me. Her taut abdomen giving way to her pubic mound. Her brown thatch was

neatly trimmed but not waxed; the short hair wicking the scent of her

arousal. She had her hand around my cock as I moved down her body but

she released me so that I could take up position between her thighs to

worship the cunt I had first met only the night before.

It

was as beautiful this time as before. The glistening pink lips begging

to be kissed; I obliged them. The shy little clitoris hiding behind its

hood; I worshiped it. The concealed opening to heaven; I found it and

explored it with my tongue then my fingers. I French kissed her vulva

and she came again.

I

heard Marie moaning beside me. I assumed she was masturbating as I made

love to her best friend. I didn't look. This was about Angie and me and

I knew Marie understood that.

Angie looked at me through eyes half closed with lust, "Please," she begged. "I need you inside me."

I

put my hand under her thighs and lifted them. She reached down and

guided my cock to her glistening opening and gently showed him the way

in. We pushed towards each other, and with each push I slid deeper into

her warm soft channel. When I was completely embedded she moved her

hands back to her tits and started to toy with her nipples.

I

started to move my hips in long, slow, measured thrusts. I leaned down

and kissed her. She seemed surprised that we would kiss during sex;

perhaps she'd never actually had someone make love to her before. Then

she responded and took my face in her hands and kissed me tenderly as I

moved inside her. I could feel her building to another orgasm as we

kissed so I speeded up my thrusts until she peaked.

I

gave her a moment to recover, then I whispered to her to turn onto her

belly and lifted her hips so that her cute ass and cunt were totally

exposed while her head and chest nestled on my pillow. I felt, rather

than saw, Marie slide off the bed and out of the corner of my eye I saw

her kneeling at the side to watch as I kissed Angie's cute firm

buttocks, still pink from earlier.

I

couldn't, and honestly didn't try to, resist kissing the glorious

womanhood displayed in front of me. The labia, puffed and engorged, the

tight little anus, teasingly puckered in defiance of intruders: I

plundered both with my tongue.

Angie

moaned and I heard an echo from Marie. The time for teasing was over. I

slipped my cock slowly into Angie's waiting cunt until I was completely

lost inside her. I told to straighten her legs until I was straddling

her prone body. I leaned forward and kissed her back and she shuddered

with pleasure. I started to move my hips in long long strokes, ensuring

the head of my cock touched the full length of her passage each time.

She

pushed up on her forearms so that I could kiss her neck as I fucked her

and she clenched her buttock and cunt muscles as we danced together. I

could feel her movements becoming more jerky as we got close, and I

pushed harder and faster towards the finish. At last she came and her

spasms finished me off; I had nothing left to give as I pumped the last

of my cum deep inside her. I was spent. I let my body cover hers as I

lovingly kissed her neck.

"Thank you for letting me love you," I murmured into her ear. "You are so special."

Angie

lay there, shining softly with our shared sweat in the dim lighting of

our bedroom. "That was so nice Geoff," she said sleepily into the

pillow. "I don't want to move. I love you too. Both of you. Goodnight;

God bless." And her voice trailed off as she fell asleep.

I

rolled off her back and finally looked at my wife, who had been

watching us from the side, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you

darling," she sobbed. "That was the most beautiful, intimate thing I've

ever seen."

"I

was afraid that this would change your mind," I admitted. "This wasn't

just us playing sex games. This was emotionally very intense for all of

us."

"I

know," she said as she kissed me. "But now I'm confident that I can

trust you to be with my friends as a lover, without losing you as my

soulmate."

We

all snuggled up together in our bed, and as I started to drift off I

thought to myself, as I replayed the events of the last few days in my

mind, "It's been a funny old weekend."

A Busy Week.

Hi,

I'm Geoff. I previously described how my wife and I spent our lazy

Sunday. In this episode I shall relate what transpired subsequently.

Right, that's used up my quota of big words for today. On with the tale;

Monday

I

woke up about eight o'clock on Monday morning, happily sandwiched,

naked, between my wife, Marie, and her best friend, Angie, also both

naked. As with yesterday, my early morning stiffy was lodged comfortably

between two adorable bum cheeks, though today they were my wife's. My

hand, which had been draped over her waist when I awoke, obviously made a

bee-line for her boobs once I was conscious.

"Down tiger," Marie sighed reluctantly. "I promised I'd open up this morning."

"Hur, hur," I grunted. "That was what I was hoping you'd say."

"You

know I meant the shop and not my legs, you idiot. Now I need to get

ready. Play with Angie for a bit. She should see you right."

Now,

if you were too impatient to read the stories in order, that might not

have made too much sense. So I'll explain a little, but this is all

you're getting.

My

wife and I now have an active sex life; her six best friends, 'the

girls', don't. Marie wants me to 'service' them. On Saturday night,

while slightly drunk we, that is Angie, came up with a cunning plan to

make that happen: I'll come back to the plan later. To 'test' the plan

it was necessary to take Angie upstairs so that she could pleasure my

wife, then Marie and I both fucked Angie senseless.

On

Sunday, between bouts of sex, I came up with some rules-of-engagement

so that this new arrangement didn't destroy my marriage. The relevance

of the rules at this moment is that we may only have sex with one of the

girls with our spouse's knowledge and approval. And that was what my

wife had just granted me.

"Angie,"

I crooned in her ear as I rolled over to lodge Little Geoffrey in

Sunday's bum crack. "Do you want to play hide the sausage? Marie said we

could." I thought that adding a titty grope too might help sell the

prospect, even though my wife had managed to resist.

"Mmm,

that's how a girl wants to wake up," she purred, rubbing her buttocks

into my groin. The week was getting off to a good start! "But." Oh fuck,

there's always a 'but'. "I'm afraid I have stuff to do today, so you'll

have to see if Mrs. Palm and her five lovely daughters are free.

Marie

was in the en-suite so Angie sloped off to the family bathroom for a

shower leaving me sulking in bed. Still, I'd lost count of my orgasms

since Friday evening so I couldn't complain too much.

By

the time I'd finished in the bathroom and descended clean, shaved and

smelling sweeter, both girls were almost ready to leave. Marie had bacon

and eggs with toast and marmalade to follow ready for me at the table,

while Angie passed me a cup of tea.

"This is very domestic," I enthused. I turned to Marie and nodded towards her friend. "I thought we were keeping her."

"Sorry, sweetheart. Angie has commitments. We've arranged to meet up again soon though."

I looked suspiciously at Angie. Was she really a spook or was she just winding us, or just me, up?

The

girls left at the same time, both giving me a big hug and proper kiss

as they left. Then I went back to my breakfast. Once I was done and the

kitchen was tidy, I turned my attention to the bedroom. I stripped the

bed and took all the linens to the utility room and put them in the

machine for a hot wash. They might even need two cycles.

I

left the mattress uncovered to air for a few hours and checked the rest

of the house. A bit of upholstery cleaner got rid of a few marks from

the sofa and we were as good as new.

I

pondered for a while and decided to take the bus into town. I checked

out a couple of stores and then bought two of the best king-sized

mattress protectors I could find, along with an additional couple of

sets of bed linen. Now let me be clear. I like sex, but it can often be a

bit; moist and sticky.

I

hauled my purchases to the charity shop that Marie volunteered at and

cadged a lift home when she finished her shift. After lunch she helped

me make our bed with the new protector over the mattress and then we put

the other protector on the king size bed in the second bedroom.

Marie

looked at me apprehensively. "I know this was my idea. And I still want

us, you, to do it: To have sex with my friends. But preparing like this

makes it seem much more real."

"I

know." I tried to reassure her, "That's why I decided to do this now.

But none of this commits us to anything; it just starts to put what

we're planning to do into perspective."

At

that moment my smart-phone rang. Yes I'm old but I have a teenage

grandson and that's the only way they communicate. The caller identified

himself as Craig and said that he'd been asked to contact me about

joining a trial.

I'd

completely forgotten that Mike, who I used to play rugby with, had

asked a colleague at his pharmaceutical company to add me to a

pre-release trial of their second generation erection enhancer. Craig

invited me to an induction session on Wednesday for candidates to

replace drop-outs from the original volunteers. I agreed.

I'd

also forgotten that Marie and Angie had been flirting with Mike and me

so much in and on the way back from the pub that I only got a chance to

mention in passing that he and I had been talking about erection

enhancers, and I didn't mention at the time that he had offered to sign

me up for the trial. Marie was Not happy. She went off one because I

hadn't consulted her and I had, supposedly, ignored her feelings about

medicalizing natural human processes. I tried to explain that I had only

invited Mike to lunch to get his advice on vitamin supplements and the

like, but she wouldn't listen: apparently I was just making up pathetic

excuses.

The

day was taking a definite downturn. Marie went all moody and

continental on me and I was getting pissed off because this was me doing

my best to do what she wanted, and I was the one getting grief. So I

gave her a choice.

I

pointed out that our plan was for two of her six friends to visit us on

a designated evening and while I fucked one, Marie would have sex with

the other. Then we'd swap partners. Then we'd swap again; only this time

Marie and I would fuck while the other two girls could pleasure each

other if they wanted. That's why I bought linens for both bedrooms.

I

was really annoyed so I explained my thinking in a reasoned tone. "If

you seriously expect a man cruising towards his seventies to properly

fuck three women in one evening, without chemical help, then you are

totally fucking delusional." Okay, it wasn't that reasoned but I was

really pissed off.

"I

don't want an answer now." I said. "And I'm not having this argument.

I'm going to pick Colin up from school in a minute." He's our grandson.

"When I get back you can decide. Either we go ahead with this ridiculous

plan that I never wanted to be a part of in the first place; or we drop

it now and go back to being an ordinary couple just having sex with

each other: or possibly never again, looking at your expression.

Obviously,

for the next couple of hours all discussion of matters sexual was off

the table. Marie helped Colin with his French homework, then I took over

to explain the difference between weight and mass for science. Linda,

our daughter, his mum, was taking him to the cinema that evening so we

only saw her briefly when she called to collect him. She might have

stayed longer but I'm fairly sure she sensed an atmosphere and thought

better of it. It says something that she would rather sit through Pearl

and Dean's adverts at the cinema than spend an extra ten minutes with

her parents.

To be continued in part 3. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.