Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 4A forty year warmup.Taking passion to a state of the art.

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

Main characters.

Geoff: 

 The narrator. A retired materials scientist. Mid-sixties. 5 foot 10

inches, ex amateur rugby player, still swims, runs and walks to keep

fit. More than adequately equipped to satisfy his wife.

Marie: 

 Geoff's wife. A retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her

husband. 5 foot 2 inches 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: 

 Marie's best friend. A mathematician who claims to be retired. Geoff

suspects that she still consults as a cryptographer for M I 5 at GCHQ

but she won't discuss it. Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inches, slender

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

I

sat, rapt, as they explored each other's bodies with their hands as the

kiss went on. Angie put her hands on my wife's full round buttocks and

pulled her so that their bellies were hard against each other. Marie

began to unbutton Angie's blouse to expose the small but perfect tits

barely hidden by her tiny lace bra. My wife removed her friends blouse

entirely and threw it to me while she slipped the bra straps from her

friends shoulders. She reached behind and within seconds the bra flew my

way too.

They

both looked briefly to gauge my response, and smiled as they saw me

grinning at them as I held the discarded clothes to my nose. I wasn't

being pervy. Their scent was delicious; it was Angie's scent.

Seeing

that I was still content to watch, it was Angie's turn to undo the tie

holding Marie's wrap-around dress and as it fell open we were treated to

the sight of her pale blue bra, more substantial than Angie's as it had

to do more heavy lifting, and tiny matching briefs. Marie's bra

followed her dress and again I buried my nose in the fabric as I let the

dress hit the floor. The two women smelled so different. Angie's scent

seemed fresh and outdoorsy, Marie's scent was headier and made me think

of romantic evenings in bed. The pair fondled each other's tits and drew

their hands down each other's bellies but then they stopped and stared

at me. Oh, yes, we were testing the ED22.

My

two, near naked, women stalked across to me and pulled me to my feet.

They each took a hand and held it to a tit. Marie pulled me down to lock

her lips against mine and then eased her tongue into my mouth. "I enjoy

Angie's kisses," she murmured as she broke away briefly. "But I enjoy

yours more."

I

have to admit that the kissing was so intense that I almost neglected

to knead that glorious tit. Note, I said 'almost'. Then Marie peeled my

hand away from her nipple and slowly and deliberately put it between her

legs. I took the opportunity to run my index finger along the gusset,

feeling the puffy mounds either side of that lovely little slit. My God!

She was so damp already

Marie

let go of me and moved around behind so that Angie took center stage.

Angie kissed me too, just as passionately. Only while she and I were

tangling tongues, my wife was undoing my trousers from behind. Once they

dropped away, Angie stood back and unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to

help. That's a lie: I just kept fondling her boobs while they undressed

me.

At

last we were all standing in the bedroom in just our underwear. Marie

in pale blue briefs, Angie in white lace panties and, be honest, you

don't care in the slightest what color M and S undies I had on. It

didn't matter anyway as the girls had mine off in seconds. Marie knelt

in front of me and took my cock in her hands. Little Geoff had started

to pump up when they started on each other. By the time Marie put my

hand on her tit he was already fully at attention.

As

Marie began to stroke me gently as a prelude to showing her teacher the

progress she'd made in her oral sex homework, Angie had moved next to

me and taken my hand and slipped it inside her panties. She was just as

wet as my wife had been. It's odd really, how sexy it seems, groping a

woman inside her knickers. I knew I was going to see, touch, lick,

enter, both of these women's cunts very shortly, but just having my hand

in her pants like that and feeling her up seemed just so fucking, I

don't know, adolescent.

Angie

turned my head to hers and we resumed our passionate kisses. Actually

resumed probably understates it. We resumed kissing but the passion went

up several notches. On my part because my wife was going full-bore porn

star on me and had her nose pressed up against my belly as she inhaled

my cock; on Angie's part because I had my hand in her pants with my

fingers inside her while my thumb did terrible and dirty things to her

clit.

I

tried to be analytical, I really did, but all I could really feel was

my wife's mouth engulfing me, and my fingers in her best friend's cunt.

Insofar as I gave it any thought at all the ED22 didn't seem to make my

cock feel any different.

It

wasn't too long before I managed to take a breath to warn Marie that I

was close but I guessed that she could tell but didn't care much either

way. Ever since I've known her she's been a swallower.

Angie

and I had by now rearranged ourselves a little. We were still swapping

saliva but I had one hand under her bum cheeks and into her cunt from

behind while the other was massaging her tits and paying particular

attention to her nipples. They were like pebbles. In the end we had to

break off from our kiss because neither of us could really focus on it.

We were both so close. I'm sorry ladies, but this time I have to admit

that, despite my best efforts to hold it back, I shot my load into my

wife's mouth before I could bring Angie off.

by

way of atonement, as soon as I'd stopped thrusting my hips trying to

push my cock impossibly far into Marie's mouth to extract the last

strands of semen, we led Angie to our bed and I knelt between her legs

to bring her to her orgasm with my tongue. She was so close that I had

barely got into my stride at sucking her clit when I felt her go over. I

had my hand on her belly at the time and I could feel abdominal muscles

clench as it hit her. I still kept licking though, until she begged me

to stop.

Marie

had been a little trooper. She had given me a great blow job and now it

was my turn to pleasure her. She helped me to slip her panties off. No

ripping these off, this coordinated lingerie stuff isn't cheap. But the

sight that confronted me left me as enchanted as ever, even after over

forty five years together. She spread her thighs for me and I spent a

moment just savoring the view and her scent. I kissed my way up her

thighs until I reached the promised land. I reached up with my hands for

her to press them to her tits while my tongue lapped at her labia. Her

clit was still a little shy so I tried to make friends with it and

eventually it came out to play. We toyed with each other for a minute or

two and then I went to say 'Hello' to her cunt. Gents, try it: say

'Hello' to your partners cunt; I doubt that you'll be disappointed with

the response. Marie certainly seemed to appreciate my efforts.

I

laid between her thighs doing everything I could with hands and tongue

to give her joy, up to and including using my tongue on her bum.

Eventually I realized that my cock was fully hard again and ready to go.

Marie was a little spaced out by now so I decided not to confuse her

with having to choose from a menu of sexual positions and I decided to

go with, what I choose to think of as, 'missionary plus'. That is with

my wife on her back, but with her ankles on my shoulder. At our age, you

make the most of positions like this, once the arthritis kicks in it

might never be an option again.

Anyway,

Marie was deliciously wet and I was reassuringly hard so I slipped into

her and we began to make love. It was a delight to look down at her as I

massaged her glorious tits and saw her smiling up at me as she tried to

synch her movements with mine. "Go on," I told her. "Be a dirty girl

and play with your clit while I fuck you." And she did. It looked so

hot. I had her legs up against my chest giving me a porn cameraman's

view of my cock pumping in and out of her cunt, shining with her juice,

her fingers rubbing at her clit and my hands mauling her tits. I was in

my absolute, ultimate happy place.

They

say, 'All good things must come to an end.' And we eventually reached a

point where we couldn't keep together any more. I couldn't keep to that

rhythm, I needed to go faster and Marie couldn't keep in sync with me.

She kept making little jerking movements that told me she was close. I

stopped just massaging her boobs and started to concentrate on her nips,

tweaking and pulling and getting quite rough now she was on the edge.

Her breathing started to rag as she tried to push against me until she

finally pushed up one last time and froze. I put my hand on her hips and

pulled her to me to put that last thrust as deep as I could inside of

her and held for as long as I could. I could feel her tighten around me

and that took me with her like it usually does and I felt my seed burst

out into her.

It

didn't take long for little Geoff to go down, then I lay alongside my

wife and kissed her lovingly. After a few minutes I looked across to

Angie sitting quietly watching us with her hand between her legs. "Can

we do it like that next time Geoff?" She said, quietly. "Just the two of

us?"

I

turned back to Marie, but before I could speak she said, "I'll leave

you two alone for a while. I'm going to the bathroom now and then I'm

going to go downstairs to make us some supper and something to drink.

The pair of you can come down when you're finished. And Geoff," she

added. "Don't let your head fuck this up for her. I know how you feel

about Angie and I love her too. You won't be cheating on me if you make

love to her. She deserves better than the two shits she was married to,

so make it special anyway you can."

Marie

got up and took her friend by the hand to pull her from the chair. She

kissed her and said, "He's all yours for the next half an hour or so.

All I ask is that you don't break him." She walked across the bedroom,

picking her dressing gown from the hook on the door, and left calling,

"Have fun!" over her shoulder as she went.

I

was sitting on the edge of the bed watching as Marie left and I

indicated to Angie that she should come and sit on my lap. I wasn't hard

again yet but it was still an enjoyable sensation to have a naked woman

sitting there while I was naked too.

"Was

that a bit harsh?" I asked her. "I mean, I never really got to know

your first husband well, though I never really warmed to number two at

all."

"No,

it was fair enough, I suppose," she answered. "It was like," she

struggled to explain. "It was like, we made a great couple on paper, but

in reality we were more like housemates; both times. And, because

neither of them really loved me, cheating on me didn't really cause them

a lot of guilt." Her eyes started to fill with tears. "I've had so much

fun with you and Marie these last few days, but I couldn't live with

myself if she ended up feeling the way that I did."

"You

know that I worried about that too," I told her. "But even though I've

been doubtful from the beginning, she has never once showed any jealousy

towards you and I: and she actually expects all of us, and by us I mean

me and your mates, to develop 'feelings' towards each other if and when

we actually start to have sex." I gave Angie a big squeeze around the

waist, "You know, like you have with my missus: And with me."

She

snuggled into me. I put one arm around her shoulder to pull her close

and the other on her tit, because I'm a man and we like fondling boobs.

She turned a little towards me so that we could kiss properly and we

did. It was very nice so we did it some more. I wondered if taking my

hand off her boob and putting it between her legs would make kissing

even better, and I think it fair to say that it did. It also gave me a

very clear indication that she was probably almost ready to make love.

"Geoff?" She asked. "Can I suck your cock? I want to taste you and Marie before you and I have sex."

"How would you feel about honoring Marie's ancestry and going a bit continental?" I asked. hopefully.

She grinned at me between kisses. "Are you talking about the old 'Soixante-neuf'?"

I

smiled back. "I like a challenge, and I'd love to see if I can actually

please you with my mouth at the same time as you are sucking me."

She stood up and pushed me onto my back. "Assume the position, kiddo, it's going to get rough."

I

moved to the center of the bed and looked down. My cock was already

showing signs of interest in the immediate future and Angie hadn't

really moved yet. She just stood looking at me until I started to feel a

little self-conscious. Then she gave a little smile and climbed onto

the bed and maneuvered herself so that I got an access-all-areas view of

her lady parts. I reached behind me and grabbed one of those cushions

that women insist on buying for the bedrooms; you know what I mean, the

ones you chuck on the floor before you go to bed, and then have to put

back on in the morning. Anyway, I'd finally found a use for the fucking

things; to support my head whilst Angie and I 69ed each other.

She

was already wet before I started and her labia were pretty engorged.

They were pretty to look at too. She tasted lovely. Because she was face

down on me her clit was in the 'wrong' place, but I struggled manfully

to cope and eventually we became best pals and playmates.

Angie

wasn't idle though: Oh, no. She had her hand wrapped around my shaft

working it as she licked the tip. I couldn't see, but from the feel of

it, Little Geoff was at about eighty percent erect and climbing. Angie

took him all in her mouth, and when I say that I mean that a fair old

bit was actually in her throat. My hips bounced up without any thoughts

from my big head. Little Geoff was in charge down there so I turned my

attention back to Angie's special little place.

I

had French kissed her labia and nuzzled her clitoris and now it was

time to focus on her cunt. I had a hand free to open her tunnel to allow

my tongue to tease her while my other hand tried to catch one of her

nipples as she bobbed on my cock.

It's

difficult to describe a 69 because there's so much happening at once

and half of it you can't see; it's just sensation. For my part, my view

was a pair of sleek buttocks framing a cleft with a lovely little pucker

just about at nose level. One hand was playing gently with Angie's clit

having given up on the nipple exercise:   I kept losing my grip and

couldn't concentrate enough to find it by feel;  while the other

continued to toy with her lips as I kissed them. Oh, the touch of them

on my tongue as I lapped between them. Oh, the velvety texture and the

taste of her juices; I was in heaven.

But

that’s what I was doing. Meanwhile, Angie had not been idle. My nuts

had been comprehensively licked, sucked and damn near swallowed whole

from the feel of it. My cock had been licked like an everlasting

lollipop and now, Jesus! And now, her head was bobbing up and down as

though her life depended on it. I wasn't too close yet but I realized

that it was time to bump belly-buttons.

"Angie,"

I called her name. "Angie, I want to make love to you now." She gave

one last deep bob on my cock and pulled up, sucking hard all the way. I

patted the bed next to me as she straightened. "I want you to lie next

to me so that we can taste each other,"

She

joined me and we snuggled. It was a dirty snuggle as she was holding my

cock and I had a finger in her cunt, but it was a snuggle all the same.

We kissed for a few minutes. I think it would be weird to say that I

enjoyed the taste of my cock on her lips, but I liked and was aroused by

the idea of us sharing our tastes so intimately. But it was time to

move down to address those lovely little tits with the adorable pink

nipples. I know they were adorable because I adored them and I showed

her just how much. I squeezed them, licked them, sucked them, bit them

ever so gently at first but harder when she instructed me to.

I

told her that I wanted her to ride me and rolled onto my back. She just

climbed aboard and reached between us and then gave a teasing smile.

"Is this what you had in mind?" She asked as she slid her slit back and

forth against my shaft.

I

put my hands behind my head as I lay back to enjoy the view. "Well," I

replied, "I'd rather be inside you but if that makes you happy you'll

get no complaints from me."

She

cocked her head as if in thought for a moment and then reached between

us and slid little Geoff inside her. I've actually lost count of the

number of times I'd fucked Angie at that point, but every time felt new.

She paused for a moment to settle and then she leaned forward with her

hands on my chest as I reached up to her tits. She sighed.

"Angie,"

I said. "Hard and fast, slow and gentle. It doesn't matter to me; I

just want to be inside you. You just feel so right wrapped around my

cock." She closed her eyes and started to move in little circles on my

groin pressing her clit hard against me as she went. I love this

position, have I mentioned that? The sight, the sensation, access to her

tits and, oh yes, easy access to that naughty little clit. What's not

to love.

Angie

was in charge for now, and she seemed happy enough to set a slow

leisurely pace. I contented myself with playing with her boobs and

giving her clit a little tickle once in a while. Then she opened her

eyes and said, "That was nice, but now I want you to take over." She

slipped off me and laid on her back.

I

didn't want to lose the momentum she'd given us towards our next climax

so I couldn't waste time thinking about different positions. I just lay

on top of her and kissed her as I slipped back inside. She raised both

knees either side of me and I began to slide back and forth as we

kissed. After a few minutes I decided to kneel up and pull her bum onto

my lap to press my cock against the top wall of her cunt as we fucked.

The change of position seemed to work as her breathing got harder and

her hips moved more urgently against me. Then I felt her clench my cock

as she started to come. I pounded harder and harder to bring myself off

while she was still climaxing. I watched her staring up at me in rapt

concentration as she tried to ride her own orgasm for as long as she

could, and as she started to come down I felt the sensation that I had

been working for building in my balls, and in seconds I felt the pulse

of heat shoot down my cock as I erupted into her.

Afterwards,

we lay together for a while, not even talking, just bathing in the

afterglow. I was on my back and Angie on side cuddled up with my arm

around her. Then she gave me a peck on the cheek. "I suppose," she said.

"If I want to keep doing this, I'd better let you go back to your

wife."

"You

know," I replied. "We keep breaking the rules." She looked puzzled. "I

know Marie said it was okay, but I just don't like her being alone while

you and I are together."

We

climbed out of bed and slipped on our dressing gowns and made our way

downstairs. We found Marie in the living room, fast asleep on the sofa.

We only had to look at each other to silently agree that this was not a

woman wracked with jealousy. We looked in the kitchen where she had

three cups of drinking chocolate ready to reheat and some posh chocolate

biscuits (UK, remember?) on a plate covered with cling film.

Angie

had a wicked idea. We warmed our drinks up and then went to sit quietly

with my sleeping wife as we drank them and dunked our biscuits. Once we

were finished we crept over to Marie and untied her dressing gown. I

knelt at her head and Angie at her waist and together we, ever so

gently, began to kiss and caress her. Our intent was not to wake her,

but to see how aroused she would be by our efforts when she did wake up.

After

five minutes her nipples were hard. After seven, she shifted to make

herself more accessible, after ten she started to moan. Angie grinned at

me. "Okey dokey lab rat. I'll go and get her supper sorted while you

give her a good seeing to."

I

put my hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her lips with my

middle finger while my thumb gently toyed with her clit. She stirred

some more and then said in a sleepy voice, "Those tablets had better

still be working, husband mine, 'cos if you've woken me up like this and

you aren't going to deliver, then you and I are going to have a

problem."

I

looked down to see little (still not that little) Geoff smiling up at

me, he was having the time of his life. "If you don't want to do it for

me, my love, then do it for science." I encouraged her. "Just lie back

and think of England. The South Downs are lovely this time of year and I

am just about to have a lovely time down south too."

So

saying, I managed to scoot her around on the sofa so that I could get

between her legs from my position on the floor and I slid into her. She

sighed contentedly as I moved back and forth, in and out. My position

was perfect for attending to her boobs too, Just in case they were

feeling neglected. A couple of minutes later Angie came back from the

kitchen with a cup and plate for Marie that she set on the coffee table.

"Good Lord," she said in mock annoyance. "Hasn't he brought you off yet, Babe?"

Marie gave a little pout, "No, but bless him; he's doing his best."

That

stung a little but it did encourage me to try a bit harder and Angie

helped by leaning over the back of the sofa and grabbing my wife's tits

and giving her little nubs a really good squeeze. Marie wasn't looking

so sleepy now as her breathing was starting to go and her hips were

jerking as the muscle spasms began. I was too close and shot my fourth

load of the evening into her while she was still ramping up to her own

climax. Fortunately I was able to keep pounding into her while I was

still hard, I had a hand free to rub her clit and Angie was doing

sterling service on her nipples. Between us we managed to take her over

the edge.

It

was getting late now, so I put a silly quiz show from catch-up on the

TV and we sat snuggled together watching on the sofa while Marie had her

drink. As soon as it finished the girls disappeared upstairs while I

put the cups and plates in the dishwasher and did my rounds. By the time

I got upstairs they were in our bed but cuddled up together. I expected

to be in the middle but Marie explained that I was going to sleep on

the other side of Angie because, keen as she was for sausage for

breakfast, she'd enjoy it better after an uninterrupted night's sleep.

I

lay back and let my thoughts run free. It had been a busy day. I found

myself wondering about my new friend Ken and whether Mrs. Ken enjoyed

their evening together when he got home. I wondered at my lack of

concern when Marie gave him a very long and apparently very sincere

apology for embarrassing him. I wondered about her cheerfully

encouraging me to fuck her best friend. I thought about Linda and what

she made of her mother's newly discovered;  as far as Linda knows;

 bisexuality. Then the last thought struck me. A week today Marie would

be meeting her mates for their regular night out together. What the

fuck's going to happen after that?

An intriguing offer for her friends.

It

was Friday morning, and not just any Friday. That afternoon my wife was

going to meet her six best friends for their regular fortnightly

catch-up at the local pub. "So what?" I hear you say. So this! I knew as

I lay in bed, waiting for my turn in the bathroom, that she intended to

offer my 'services' to all six of her mates if they wanted. That's

right; I meant what you're thinking. She had persuaded me that none of

her friends had the sex-life that they deserved and she wanted to share

our newly rekindled sexuality with them. All of them. Regularly.

Now,

were I a virile young stud that would be one thing, but I'm not. I

retired from running a research lab a couple of years ago and my wife

and her friends are all in their sixties too, apart from Sam. The idea

cropped up after her last Girls Night Out when she had shown them a

dirty video we'd made (don't even ask) of us having sweaty sex together,

before she realized that, for one reason or another, they were all

effectively celibate. She was overwhelmed, by guilt at first for being

so insensitive; then by anger at the universe because, as she put it,

"Every one of those women is a fucking catch! Why are they alone?"

To

my wife, the solution was simple. They deserved sex, I liked sex, she

was willing to share, so I should just have sex with them. Oddly enough,

her biggest problem was convincing me that this wasn't the most

ridiculous idea that I had ever heard. As far as I was concerned though,

I had two serious and valid objections; The first was that Marie and I

had started to drift apart and we were lucky to have realized in time. I

was really reluctant to put our marriage at risk again if the sight of

me fucking her friends upset her more than she seemed to believe it

would; My second problem was the lack of balance in her solution. As I

saw it, I would be having sex with her and six other women on a regular

basis. She would just have me. Even I didn't think that was fair, so how

long, I wondered, would it be before she felt that she was missing out?

But I was too insecure to be comfortable with the idea of her with

another man and certainly not with six other men. Perhaps that makes her

a better person than me, but I was too happy in my marriage to be

comfortable risking it for the sake of this flaky idea.

Anyway,

her best friend Angie is something of a genius and she just saw the

whole affair as a mathematical problem. If the women were prepared to

engage in girl on girl sex, then as long as they visited us in pairs,

Marie and I could have sex with one each and then swap; and we would

both be being unfaithful with exactly the same people with no additional

cocks being involved. Obviously alcohol was involved in coming up with

this bizarre idea, but oddly enough, the girl on girl, and boy on girl

concept seemed to work when trailed by the three of us that night; and

Sunday, and last Friday; And Saturday morning.

Ah,

yes. Last Friday. Before we went out dancing that evening, I had taken

my first ED22 tablet as part of a pre-release product trial. When we

returned home, in the interest of science, we tested its effects. As

promised, I managed to erect on demand and ejaculate normally multiple

times with both women that evening and then again multiple times the

following morning. Having blue piss for twelve hours afterwards seemed

like a small price to pay.

So,

back to the following Friday: Marie had promised to work in a charity

shop in town that morning so when she came out of the bathroom I left

her to dry her hair in our bedroom while I used the toilet and then went

to make breakfast. We chatted as we ate and I noticed her studying me

as we talked.

"What?" I asked. "Have I got marmalade on my face or something? Why are you staring at me?"

She

smiled as she shook her head. "No, you idiot, You're fine. No, It's

just that you seem so relaxed, where I thought you'd be really;” She

looked thoughtful for a moment. "I thought you'd be really apprehensive

about today, but you don't appear worried at all."

"Oh,

no," I replied, "I did all my worrying a while ago. Today we have a

plan. You will make your offer to your friends and they will accept or

refuse. Some may be embarrassed and some may be offended, but that's for

you to deal with. If any, or even all of them, accept then, at some

point, you and I will have to figure out how to welcome them into our

beds, but that's a problem for another day." I stopped and looked at her

suspiciously. "It is a problem for another day, isn't it?"

She hesitated. "Of course," she replied. "Almost certainly. Well," another hesitation. "Probably. I'm reasonably sure it is."

I

suspect that I may have glared at her at this point. "Would you like to

offer any more variations on that theme? Should we go with 'Perhaps' or

'Maybe' or how about 'I haven't a fucking clue'?"

"Well,"

she said, somewhat on the defensive. "It isn't as though I make a habit

of offering my husband's cock to my friends, so I'm not sure how the

conversation is going to go. What do I say if they want to." She did the

wavy hands in the air gesture. "You know, if they want to come round

tonight and, you know, see what's on offer?"

I

took a deep breath and counted to ten. That didn't seem to work so I

tried counting ten and taking a deep breath. "I beg your fucking

pardon?" Was still about the best I could come up with in reply.

"They

all watched and liked the video," she said in a small voice. "They have

no reason to be worried about your;” She glanced down at my groin and

changed the subject. "It's just like you said the other day. You don't

know them all as well as you do Angie so they might want to meet you in

the flesh, as it were, before your flesh gets to meet them." She grinned

at her own smutty innuendo.

"I thought we had a plan," I told her, rather tersely.

"We

do dear," she tried to reassure me. "I'm just thinking about

contingencies. The way that you usually do." She smiled at me and went

back to her breakfast.

After

she had driven off into town for her morning shift, I decided that

nothing we had said needed my immediate attention, so I did my usual

routine while she volunteered, and jogged to the local pool and got a

few dozen lengths under my belt and jogged back. I got home in time to

prep just a light lunch as Marie would eat in the pub that evening.

While

we ate, I offered a suggestion. "Look. Why don't I come to the pub a

bit early with you? We can make sure that Tony remembered to open up the

private room that he promised last week, and then I can sit discreetly

in the bar with a paper and a pint and you can text me if you want me to

join you."

"Oh,

that might work," she replied. "I can tell them what we agreed and then

you can come in and reassure them that I haven't completely lost the

plot."

"Not sure we're on the same page on that one." I muttered. But I don't think that she heard me.

"Yes,

that's what we'll do," she continued. "Anyway, you wanted to meet them

all first, before we get to the bedroom stuff. So this seems like the

best time; before they commit either way."

"There

was the other issue to resolve too." I reminded her. "Lucy and Megan

are both married, and technically so is Sam, and that could be a deal

breaker for me. I agreed to hear them out first, but I'm not comfy with

the idea of breaking up a marriage."

She

sighed. "I know. I just assumed that they would want to participate,

but they may just as likely be as reluctant as you. We can only see what

they say."

The conversation moved on to more mundane topics.

We

left home about half past three for the short stroll to our local.

Marie was unusually quiet as we walked hand in hand. "It's not too late

to change your mind," I offered. "Angie's the only person we've

discussed this with. You know that she won't say anything if you ask her

not to."

"No!"

Marie was adamant. "I have tortured you for a fortnight to persuade you

to go along with this. I have watched you make love to my best friend

just to prove that I can cope. You have joined a bloody drug trial just

to help you satisfy my friends, because I wanted them to have some love

in their lives. You seem at ease with this so why the Hell am I suddenly

so nervous?"

"Could

it be because Angie and I made love while you were there. But, if we go

ahead then we will be with other partners in different rooms. The whole

dynamic will be different." I looked across to see how she reacted to

my words.

"That

may be part of it," she mused. "It's ridiculous though, me being

jealous, because I know that you and Angie actually love each other now;

so what am I afraid might happen? I secretly hoped that you'd all

develop feelings for each other anyway."

I

interrupted her. "It's simple. You are trying to do something wonderful

for people you love. Your nerves do you credit because, deep down, you

are worrying that something so life changing could have unintended

consequences that you haven't planned for. As I see it, your friends

have two choices tonight, do nothing and have things carry on just the

same, or come along for the ride. Let them make their own decisions like

the adults that they are."

She sighed, "You're right, of course. But I know I'll feel responsible anyway, if someone does get hurt."

I squeezed her hand and we walked on with my wife still lost in her thoughts.

When

we arrived at the Black Swan, Tony, the landlord, had already opened up

the small room at the back of the pub. We went and had a quick look to

make sure it was set out with seating for eight around the long

rectangular table and then we went back to the bar. I got a pint for

myself and a white wine for Marie and asked Tony to open a tab for us

and the girls. I left Marie at the bar to greet her friends and made

myself scarce in the far corner to read my paper in peace.

I

watched as my wife's friends arrived. Angie was first, her lithe,

runner's body dressed in tailored trousers and a matching jacket over a

white blouse. She looked as though she'd come straight from the office. I

wish I could find out what she does. She saw me and blew me a kiss, but

Marie elbowed her to behave and they both turned away.

Lucy

was next. From a distance she looks like a teenager; even up close you

would never believe she had left her fifties behind. She's about 4 foot

10, slender with long blonde hair and a soft, almost childish, voice. I

sometimes call her a 'dingbat', partly to annoy Marie, and partly

because, although Lucy is really quite intelligent and is a phenomenally

talented painter, sometimes she does and says some really dumb things.

That day she was attracting appreciative looks because of a skirt

dropping only to mid-thigh and a tight t-shirt with apparently naught

but skin beneath it. I sat wondering how many of the guys ogling her

realized that she was probably old enough to be their gran; and how many

would care even if they did.

Jo

turned up a couple of minutes later. I have to say that she is probably

the most beautiful women I have ever met. And, before you start

wondering, Marie agrees with me. Jo recently retired from nursing and I

can't help but wonder how many people coming out of anesthetic and

seeing Jo, naturally just assumed that they'd died and gone to heaven.

Today she was making the most of the unseasonably warm early autumn

weather by wearing a light summer dress that showed off her gorgeous

Indian Caribbean blend café latte skin above and below. About 5 foot 8,

with C cup boobs and shapely legs, Jo is a connoisseur's fantasy woman.

Kate

came in shortly after Jo. I assumed, correctly as it turned out, that

the woman with her was her daughter, Sam. Kate retired as a detective

inspector in our local police force a couple of years ago. Less

obviously attractive than her friends, she is one of the loveliest

people you could hope to meet. I even heard a couple of scallywags who

played rugby with me say that she was the nicest copper who ever nicked

them. Thicker in the hips and waist than the others, she showed off her

fantastic bum in tight jeans and ankle boots with two inch heels, all

topped off with a nicely filled sweatshirt. Definite D cup!

It

was my first sight of the mysterious Sam. She'd just moved in with her

mum after leaving her 'prick of a husband' as soon as both kids had left

home. Kate had invited her along one Friday previously to meet the

girls, and that was the day Marie showed them our home-made porn session

on her phone. Talk about first impressions! But the woman; my God! She

can only be described as amazingly cute. Mid-forties, endearing smile,

about 5 foot 4, blue eyes, light brown hair in a glossy ponytail that

bobs as she talks. Long legs in tight jeans, C cup boobs in tight

sweater; did I mention cute? I suppose you can tell I'm smitten. It's

not just me either, because, as I mentioned in a previous account, Marie

picked Sam as her lesbian fantasy woman as we wandered home from the

pub not long ago. Her reasoning was, "She's just so yummy." And Angie

agrees. As the only one of the group who isn't retired, apart perhaps

from Angie, Sam works as a paramedic for the ambulance service after

having served in the military.

Exactly

on time, Megan arrived. Megan is class personified; tall, elegant,

willowy, immaculately dressed as usual: This time in a beautifully

tailored two piece trouser suit in sapphire blue with a pale cream

blouse showing just enough cleavage to be interesting. The navy blue

three inch stilettoes probably cost more than my entire outfit.

Perfectly coiffed honey blonde hair and B cup, maybe C cup boobs. Megan

is a partner and very occasionally still consults at her solicitor's

practice. She never really needed to work at all after she married

Charles, but she would never have agreed to be a trophy wife.

In

passing, I should say that I actually know Charles better than I do

Megan. He made a fortune turning around a failing engineering company

and was kind enough to have his business be the shirt sponsor for the

rugby club I played for. I haven't seen him for ages though, as he took

ill several years ago and rarely leaves home any more. Combined with his

illness and the fifteen year age difference between him and his younger

wife, Marie suspects that it has been some years since he and Megan

have had sex.

The

seven women sorted out their drinks and appeared a little surprised

that the first ones to arrive hadn't already claimed a table. They were

even more surprised when Marie led them down the small corridor away

from the bar. Angie took the rear and grinned at me with mischievous

glee as she followed them out of sight.

I

bent down and searched for a pen in the backpack I'd brought my paper

in and settled down with the crossword. I was about halfway through my

first pint and struggling with Six Across, 'A fraud who sounds as though

he may be fast';  seven letters-, when my phone rang and Marie's name

popped up upon the screen.

I

answered, "Hello. Geoff's Gents, satisfaction guaranteed. How may we

service you today?" I heard some giggles on the line, so I guessed Marie

might have me on speaker.

The

line went quiet for a moment, then Marie responded in kind. "Good

afternoon. I wondered if you could provide a cock for hire for a group

of seven ladies."

"Certainly madam. We have only the finest studs in our stable. Do you have any specific requirements."

"Not

really. Come to think of it, all but one of us are over sixty so it

would probably too dangerous to have anyone too virile. Do you have any

plodders? You know, slow but willing?" That time I definitely heard

Angie sniggering.

"Ah.

All we have available in that category are Manuel and Geoffrey, I'm

afraid. Now, Manuel is hung like a horse but it's so damn big that when

he gets an erection all the blood rushes to his cock and he passes out.

He's more of a novelty act really. On the other hand, Geoffrey might be

the one you want. He's very clean. How desperate are you?"

"We haven't had decent cock in years so we'll take whatever you've got. Do you deliver?"

I stood up and put the paper in my backpack. "We're just hosing him down now madam. He'll be with you shortly."

Marie started giggling as she closed with, "Thank you so much. Oh. And don't call me Shorty." God! I love that woman.

Picking

up my beer and my bag I sauntered down the corridor to meet the girls. I

was reasonably relaxed because this was such a monumentally fucking

dumb idea that intelligent women, like a solicitor, a copper, a

paramedic and a nurse would never go for it. Lucy is, of course, as daft

as a brush but even she wouldn't agree if the others didn't. So it was

in that frame of mind that I let myself into the room to see my wife

with a smug smile, Angie looking insanely happy and five other woman

appraising me with expression of near feral hunger. Why? Oh, shit. Of

course! They'd all watched that fucking video.

"Geoffrey."

It was Megan. Oh, fuck. I'm being cross examined by a solicitor. "Marie

has just made an offer to us all that is as generous as it is

outrageous. Are you on board with this?"

I

looked at my wife. I love her to bits, despite her temper and weird

ideas, so this wasn't the time to fuck about and derail her plan. I

stood near the end of the table and gazed around at the seated women. I

put my beer on the table and my bag on the floor between the empty chair

and Angie's, then I faced the jury.

"Two

weeks ago, Marie came home and burst into tears because she felt

ashamed of flaunting her sex life in front of her closest friends. She

wanted to find a way of sharing her joy with you. All of you. I was

reluctant at first but I eventually agreed, subject to certain

conditions. If you are happy with those conditions, then yes, I'm on

board."

Megan continued, "Marie also said that you have misgivings about including those of us who are married?" She made it a question.

"Yes.

I have two issues. The moral issue; if I can cheerfully fuck another

man's wife then why should I expect Marie to remain faithful to me? And

the practical matter; I don't want to get beaten up or run down by an

enraged cuckolded husband. I agreed to listen to you before I made a

decision."

Megan

looked at Sam and Lucy. They inclined their heads to indicate she

should carry on. "I am representing Sam in her divorce. It is

uncontested. Her husband represents no threat and her involvement with

you will not prejudice the action. Are you satisfied?"

I

smiled at Sam and she smiled back. I think my cock twitched just with

that. "Yes," I replied. "I am. Sam is welcome to join us."

Megan

cocked her head slightly. "You know Charles don't you? That would make

it especially difficult for a decent man like you. Would it help if I

told you that my husband has pleaded with me for years to take a lover?"

"I

would be pleased to welcome you after I speak to Charles." I saw her

eyes flash. "I don't doubt you for a moment," I said hastily. "That's

exactly the kind of man he is. But he deserves the chance to give me his

blessing, even if we never explicitly say what it is we're talking

about." I shrugged, "Maybe it's a guy thing."

Megan

smiled. "Do you know? I'm certain my husband would have said much the

same if he were in your position. I'll let Marie know when you can call.

He'll look forward to seeing you again."

She

looked across the table again. "And finally, we have Lucy's situation."

I said nothing. I knew Lucy was married. Marie and Angie both assured

me that her husband was a useless twat; but did that give me the right

to fuck his wife? I wasn't convinced. Megan made her pitch.

"Eddie

is an alcoholic and a wastrel. When he isn't in the pub, he's in the

bookies, watching racing on TV or in a drunken stupor. Why she won't

leave him, only she knows, and she can't explain it to us."

I

looked at Lucy as her eyes filled up while Megan dissected her

marriage. "Apparently, Eddie's addiction has left him functionally

impotent, but rather than deal with his alcohol problem or admit its

effects, he blames his lack of interest on his wife's lack of appeal."

Megan saw the look on my face. "Exactly. That overweight bladder of

alcohol and lard pretending to be a man, says this goddess isn't good

enough for him."

Now

I saw Lucy in a new light. Any man, young or old, would be privileged

to have her by his side. She stood up and walked across to where I still

stood. With tears in her eyes she looked up and repeated what Marie had

told me, "When I asked him to make love to me he said, 'who'd want to

stick their cock in a wrinkly old snatch like yours?' And it's not.

Honestly Geoff; it isn't." And she burst into tears.

Without

thinking, I put my arms around her and hugged her close. The others

looked uncertain whether to come and console her or leave her with me. I

looked to my wife for guidance but she just smiled, so I must be doing

it right so far. I bent down to kiss the top of her head and just ran my

hands up and down her back. I could only see one solution, so I let go

of her and took her by the hand and led her to the empty chair, my

chair, at the end of the table. I sat down and pulled Lucy onto my lap.

Once we were settled, I looked up at Megan. "Fuck Eddie. Lucy's in if

she wants." Everyone else in the room let out a breath they didn't know

they were holding.

I

pulled her against my body and spoke softly to her. "It's okay

sweetheart. It's not you. You're gorgeous. He's just lashing out at you

because he knows you're too good for him." The other women seemed to

relax even more.

Then

Lucy's muffled voice came up from my embrace. "But he said I had a

wrinkly old snatch and no one will want me." And she sobbed against me

some more.

Now,

I never pretended to be a complicated person. Try the simple solutions

first is my approach. "Show me." The air was almost drawn out of the

room as six of the seven women gasped simultaneously. Lucy was so upset

that she didn't register at first.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Show me," I replied. "Show me this wrinkled old snatch and I promise to give you my honest opinion."

"You

don't mind?" She asked, hesitantly. Now there's a very famous dirty,

and I mean absolutely filthy, comedian from our neck of the woods, and

one of his lines came to mind. 'No madam. I'm not a gynecologist, but I

can give it a fucking good look.'

I

leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I just agreed to you joining

our sex club. At some point in the next few weeks I want to kiss your

snatch and put my cock in it. Why would I mind looking at it now?" I sat

up and said again, only louder, "Show me."

I

thought she would have lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside.

Not our Lucy. The skirt was on the floor in seconds and she bent to pull

her tiny briefs down as though was alone in her bedroom, no qualms at

all. The room was absolutely silent as she stood, bare assed, in front

of me, nervously awaiting my verdict. I wasn't going to tease her.

I

made a point of looking very carefully at her neatly trimmed

lady-garden. When I was done, I looked her in the eye. "Your pudenda,

snatch, pussy or however you want to refer to it, is perfect. May I

touch it to make sure it still works, seeing as your husband hasn't

exercised it recently?"

"Oh, would you?" I looked over to Angie and asked her to open my bag. She did and her eyes lit up.

"Would you pass me the little hand towel please Angie?" I asked. "Then maybe you could show the others what else is in there."

Angie

passed over the towel and I put it on my lap and re-seated Lucy and we

wriggled to get comfy. Little Geoff had behaved himself when we were

consoling the sad lady, but the bare  assed lady got his full attention.

Hence the wriggling on my part. I looked at Marie with a raised

eyebrow, asking for permission. She gave me a mock hard stare but then

smiled and nodded. Lucy was sat across both of my legs with her right

side towards me. I had my left arm around her shoulder and she rested

her head on my chest. I moved my right hand gently between her thighs

and started to rub her ever so softly.

As

Lucy and I set out to restore her self-confidence, Angie had not been

idle. She ferreted about in my bag while everyone else but Marie watched

in disbelief as I masturbated their friend in front of them.

"Geoff,

you're a fucking genius. Ladies, behold a curated selection of sex toys

chosen for your delectation and delight when you are guests at La

Maison du Plaisir."

The

girls were torn: should they watch a live sex show or take the

opportunity to see what a butt plug looks like? Two minutes later the

room was abuzz with chatter as the four unoccupied women quizzed Marie

and Angie about the toys and how they worked. The nipple clamps seemed

to be the most deliciously intriguing items on display.

Meanwhile

my questing fingers were sliding between Lucy's velvety smooth labia.

She gave a deep sigh and snuggled in closer. I noticed her friends

glancing at us now and again to reassure themselves she was okay, and

then they'd go back to the show-and-tell. Lucy gasped when my finger

slipped into her cunt and she wriggled some more to give me maximum

penetration. After a couple of minutes I moved to her clit and she gave a

delightful little shudder, and her, "Oh, yes!" caused more than one

hand around the room to disappear under the table.

If

you've never been in that situation, it’s hard to imagine how erotic it

is to be there, watching someone, particularly a woman, having an

orgasm. And Lucy was building up to a doozy. She was helping now,

rubbing her slit across the towel, trying to find the best position to

stimulate her lips. I'd stopped teasing her clit by this time and I was

rubbing it as roughly and as fast as I dared. Her hands grasped her

tits, squeezing her nipples hard. She was panting, trying to speak but

she couldn't string her words together as she pushed herself ever harder

onto my hand. "For God's; Ahh; Don't stop; Oh, fuck.; I'm going to; "

Lucy

had the quietest, loveliest orgasm I'd ever seen. She took a massive

deep breath and I felt every muscle in her body seem to lock rigid and

then, after about thirty seconds, she just sighed happily and melted

into my arms. It was beautiful to witness and I could see tears in the

eyes of the other women as they watched their friend come down from her

climax. I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek. It was my wife. "Geoffrey,"

she said in very soft voice. "Is it possible that you'll leave me with

even one friend who isn't hopelessly in love with you?"

I

had no answer to that, so I didn't try. To be fair, I don't think Marie

expected me to. Then Angie stood up. "Kate. Give me a hand to clear

these glasses away before someone comes to collect them. We'll get

another round in and bring some menus back with us." As the pair were

leaving she called over her shoulder, "Perhaps someone might persuade

her ladyship to put her knickers back on too."

The

rest of the session was something of an anti-climax, if you see what I

mean. I stayed to chat with Marie and her friends long enough to have

another pint and order my meal, but then I excused myself to eat in the

bar. That way the girls could have the rest of their catch-up free from Y

chromosomes and I could finish my crossword in peace. As I said my

goodbyes, Angie shouted at me, "Cheater."

She saw me looking puzzled. "What?" I asked.

"Your crossword, dummy," she replied. "Six Across, 'A fraud who sounds like he may be fast'. The answer's 'cheater'."

Of course it was. But was it an omen too?

I

got home about an hour before Marie and decided that I couldn't be

arsed to mow the lawn, so I sat and looked through some recipe books for

ideas for the following week. I was just finishing making a list of

things we'd need when my wife breezed in.

"Get the kettle on while I get changed," she ordered. "I'm gasping for a cuppa."

She

joined me on the sofa and snuggled up close. "Are you in the middle of

anything?" She asked. "Because I think you'll be interested in the

conversation we all had after you left."

"I've just finished planning next week's meals," I said. "You can have my undivided attention."

Marie

was just about bouncing with excitement as she described what happened.

"I barely know where to start," she exclaimed. She took a deep breath

and began. "First of all, they all wanted me to tell you that what you

did for Lucy was the kindest, most beautiful, most erotic thing any of

them had ever seen. And if Lucy were thirty years younger, she'd

willingly have had your babies. And bringing the sex toys in your bag

really got them horny. It was inspired.

"Next;

they all want to join Marie's Language Classes. This is the cover for

our trysts. If anyone asks, I'm teaching my friends French or Spanish to

help keep our brains active. We're meeting here in small numbers to

keep it manageable and I'm only doing it as a favor to my best friends,

so there are no vacancies. As far as anyone else is concerned, you just

retreat to your study and keep out of our way. Discretion is important

to all of them, except Angie. She and I have already outed ourselves at

least twice, but even we might have to tone it down a bit.

"Now,"

she took a big breath and let it slowly. "This is important. Every one

of my friends has their own hang ups." She saw the look on my face. "No!

Don't worry. They don't expect you to fix them. But I can't tell you

what they let slip this afternoon after you'd left. I promised and I

know you won't press. But part of my promise is that you and I won't

discuss what happens between us and the girls when we're paired off,

unless it affects our marriage."

"And

last of all." She could barely sit still. "My first 'tuition session'

is on Wednesday evening, with my 'students' arriving about six forty

five. Sex starts at seven and we'll meet up for a comfort break at eight

then, restart with new partners at eight fifteen. Another break at nine

fifteen and then the girls can amuse each other, go home or join us in

our bed until half past ten or so." She looked up at me coyly. "Is that

last bit okay? It wasn't what we said but I couldn't resist when someone

suggested it."

I

couldn't help but laugh. My wife was like a child waiting for Christmas

but, instead of looking forward to opening presents, she was excited at

the thought of us having sex with her friends.

"Marie," I said, leaning across to kiss her. "You know how much I love you. But, fuck! You're an odd one."

She beamed at me and then snuggled even closer. "There's one last promise I have to keep, if it's alright with you."

I didn't even have to think about it. "Of course. Is it anything I can help with?"

Her

eyes sparkled and she couldn't help grinning. "Yes, you adorable old

goat. The girls made me promise to give you the ‘seeing to’ of your life

for what you said and did for Lucy. Go take your 'vitamins' big boy;

I'm going to fuck you 'til I'm too sore to walk."

I

almost skipped to the bathroom to take one of my ED22 tablets. This

would only be my second go with new erection enhancing drug, and the

first with just one woman. I got a bottle of lube out too: well, you

can't be too careful; Marie was well past the menopause and these

tablets could keep me fucking for hours. I didn't want her to get hurt

because she was too dry. That triggered something that had been on my

mind for a while, and it must have shown on my face when I got back

downstairs.

Marie

took a sip of her tea as I picked my own cup up and sat down. "You have

a look," she said, accusingly. "Is there something you want to share?"

"There is, but I don't know how to say it." She just sat back, folded her arms and waited.

"Okay,"

I took a deep breath. "I want to learn how to do anal sex properly.

With six other women in my bed, there's a decent chance that one of them

may fancy it. I want my first time to be with you. Tonight, if you're

willing."

I

can't describe the look that she gave me. "You sit there, calmly

drinking a cup of tea, and tell me that you want to put your willy in my

bum?"

"Only if you don't mind," I replied.

"An orifice that has, for over sixty years, served exclusively as an exit, you now want to use as an entrance?"

"Exactly," I grinned.

She looked thoughtful. "I have one condition."

"Name it," says I.

"If we do this; disgusting thing;”

"Yes?"

"Promise me that I'm the one that gets to tell Angie!"

We

reconvened in the bedroom some twenty minutes later, having discussed

how to have anal sex as we finished out tea. To be clear, it was the

discussion that we had over tea, not the anal sex.

We

had realized that, although the anal play on porn videos portrayed it

as something that usually happened spontaneously, in fact, preparation

was key. On that basis we decided to try a middle ground. Marie used the

toilet to void her bowels and then washed her bum really carefully,

while I put a couple of condoms on our bedside table, along with a lube

dispenser and some ass plugs. We didn't have any enema kits so we put

that on the list for our next trip to the naughty shop.

Marie

looked nervous as we climbed into bed. "Don't worry sweetheart," I told

her. "My job is to give you enough orgasms that you're so relaxed when

we get to the big finale that you won't feel any discomfort."

I

reached for the smallest plug on the table and lubed it well. "Are you

ready?" I asked. She gritted her teeth and nodded. The plug slipped

slowly, but easily into her back passage. "There, snug as a bug." I told

her. She seemed surprised that it wasn't uncomfortable, and got out of

bed and walked around the room to try this new sensation.

"It feels weird," she shared. "It's not awful and it feels really kinky but I'm okay with it."

The

sight of her walking around, stark naked, with a little jeweled cap

sticking out of her fundament had me hard already. I grabbed her hand on

one of her circuits of the room and pulled her back onto the bed. We

kissed for a while until I heard her tits calling for attention and I

felt obliged to attend. Once they were satiated, her vulva made its

needs known so I decided to pay a house call. I spent a happy ten

minutes playing between her thighs making her come again and I couldn't

resist giving the ass plug a few tweaks Just for your information, it

made her squeal.

By

now Marie was quite aroused and I wanted her to feel what it was like

to be fucked with a plug up her bum. I knelt up and rubbed my cock at

her opening and then slid inside her.

"Oh my fucking God!" She yelped. "Fuck Geoff. That feels so good."

It

was odd because I could feel it too; this hard shape inside her, that

nudged me as I slewed in and out. She came before I was even close. That

was okay by me. I helped her to turn over and took her from behind.

This time I could feel my own orgasm building but, again, Marie was way

ahead of me. She arched her back pushing her backside towards me and

pressing her belly into the bed whilst moaning into her pillow. I was

half a minute behind her as I spit my first load into her cunt.

I

bent and kissed her neck. "Stay there dear," I instructed her. I got

another ass plug, a bit bigger than the first, off the table and

carefully applied more lube. I took out the first one and the second

went in just as easily.

Marie just sighed. "It's so strange. I feel so full and when your inside me, it's just so;”

I

reached round for a spare pillow and put it under her hips. Then I bent

and renewed my friendship with her clit. I had to be careful because I

knew she'd be sensitive, but I wanted her as aroused as I could get her.

I'm not a massive fan of the taste of my own semen, but if my wife will

swallow when she blows me I can't see a reason why I can't face some

dribbling out of her cunt when it was me that put it there. I also

experimented with the plug while I was licking her from behind. Yes. She

was a fan of that too.

After

ten minutes I was getting hard again and Marie was starting to squirm. I

unwrapped a condom and rolled it down my cock and then applied a

generous coat of lube. I made sure that she was comfortable laying on

her front and then I lined up behind her. I pulled the ass plug out and

pressed the tip of my cock against her anus before it closed too tight. I

slipped a lot more easily than I expected, thanks to the ass plugs, and

once my glans was inside I paused.

"Do

you want me to stop?" I asked hesitantly. We were in virgin territory

here, literally, and I didn't want Marie hurt or upset.

"No. Just go slow and careful," she replied. "It's such a strange feeling having you moving inside me like this."

"Good strange or bad strange?" I was still worried.

"I haven't decided yet," she said, tersely.

I

gently increased the pressure and my cock slipped deeper into that

forbidden passage. "Oof. Fuck that feels so weird," Marie gasped. But,

she didn't tell me to stop so I kept going. It took a full minute before

I was belly to buttocks with my wife and I suspect if felt as odd to me

as it did to her. When I was a child, I just assumed that there was a

big chamber on the other side of my bum that I emptied when I went to

the toilet.

To be continued in part 5. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.