Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 5Share the Love

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A retired couple have an intriguing offer for her friends.

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.

Even

with my science degrees, I never really sat and thought about it in

much more detail. And now; well here I was, exploring my wife's inner

mysteries with my cock. Her channel felt very different to a cunt and

the sphincter gripping round my root felt a little intimidating; like it

could grip really tight and cut off my circulation.

Anyway, we were where we were, so I sought guidance. "Are you okay, love?" I was starting to feel a little guilty.

"If

I'm being honest," she replied. "I'm feeling a little conflicted right

now." She gave a little shudder. "It doesn't hurt and it feels really

naughty but, at the same time it feels as though I'm terminally

constipated and pooing backwards."

"I can pull out if you want me to," I offered. "Or I can move in and out to see how it feels for you."

"Give me a minute to get my head together," she said. "Then you can start fucking me."

Some

of the guidance we'd read on-line suggested that playing with the

woman's clit as the man stroked, enhanced her pleasure so I reached down

between her thighs and started to rub the shy little nubbin.

"Oh, Geoff, Yes," she moaned.

I

wasn't sure whether that was an instruction to commence or just

recognition of my efforts to date, but I decided to use my initiative

and start moving. Very slowly at first, I pulled my hips back and when I

felt the pressure of her ring on my cock head I pushed back inside

again. Marie gasped. Result! I did it again. Marie moaned, I did it

again, faster this time and still rubbing her clit and she lifted to

meet me. I could tell that, whatever we decided in the future, right now

she wanted me to fuck her up the bum, so I did just that.

She

was still aroused from our earlier games, so I wasn't surprised when

she built to another orgasm in only a few minutes, Perhaps it was a

combination of the condom and the lube but it took me twice as long to

climax which gave Marie the chance to hit another one just before I

blew.

Once

she subsided I grabbed a tissue from the table and pulled the condom

off, wrapped another tissue around it and dropped it by the bed. I put

my hand either side of her head and bent to kiss her. "Well babe?" I

whispered. "Was that; A;  Awful and disgusting? B;  An interesting

one-off? Or C;  A treat for special occasions?"

She

turned over and snuggled up to me as she pondered. "I'm glad we did

it," she said thoughtfully. "And I'm glad you wanted to share it with me

the first time." She gave me a big hug. "That was sweet and makes me

feel special."

I hugged her back. "You are all kinds of special," I told her.

"I

think," she began. "I'd like to do it at least once more, but bareback.

Feeling you inside me and not the condom. I'm also intrigued to find

out what it would be like to feel you come in my bum. But I think we

should only do that after I've washed inside. I'm not convinced it's a

weekly event because it seems like a lot of effort for an orgasm, when

you already gave me four just getting me ready.

We

laid and kissed for a while until her busy little fingers had me hard

again and so, courtesy of her promise to give me a proper seeing to and

the effects of the ED22, she was walking very gingerly the following

morning.

Oh,

yes. I forgot to ask her that night, until after she'd dozed off from

exhaustion, who her first students were going to be. I remembered over

breakfast and she got all excited again. Marie's Language School's first

students were going to be Jo and Kate.

After

breakfast on Saturday morning I did an inspection of the garden to see

what jobs needed doing before the nights drew in and the weather got too

unpredictable. The lawn would need mowing a couple of times more, at

least, before winter, there was a fence post that looked rather suspect

and a couple of trees needed cutting back. And all that was in addition

to the routine dead-heading and weeding in the borders and containers.

Anyway, the lawn needed doing first, so I got on with that.

I

was almost done when Marie shouted from the kitchen door. "Geoff!

Megan's on the phone. Charles would love to see you and, if we go after

lunch, Megan and I can go and check out that new lingerie shop near

their place." I gave her a thumbs-up and finished off the lawn.

After

I had cleaned up we sat on the patio, enjoying what could be one of the

few remaining opportunities for coffee in the garden this year. Marie

was watching me closely again.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you know what you're going to say to Charles yet?" She asked softly.

"Not

really," I replied. "Actually, you might be able to help." She looked

quizzically at me. "Do you know how much Megan tells him about what goes

on when she's with you and the others?" I asked

Marie

pursed her lips. "I can't be absolutely certain, but I think she tells

him most of what goes on, and possibly everything. Since he's been

housebound, he sort of relies on Megan to keep him up to date on all the

gossip and stuff."

I went back to my thoughts and my wife let me be, picking up the empty cups and going back inside.

Megan

met us at the door when we arrived at their place: and what a place.

Just too small to be a mansion, it was at least twice the size of our

house. The décor and furnishings were understated and elegant and

undoubtedly expensive. She showed us both into a small sitting room

where Charles greeted us. I was glad to see that he didn't look as frail

as I feared, in fact he looked good for his age, but he apologized for

not standing up. Marie, bless her, went straight over to him and gave

him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"It's

lovely to see you again Charles, but Megan and I have shops to hit

before they close. Is it okay if I come and chat when we get back?"

"I'd love that, Marie," he said with a big smile. And with lots of goodbyes the girls left.

As

I hesitated, still deciding how to open our conversation, Charles spoke

first. "Now then, young man. What are your intentions towards my wife?"

I jumped, startled. He sat back in his chair, wheezing with laughter.

"Oh, you should see your face, old chap," he chortled. "It's a picture."

"So," I guessed. "Megan's like Marie then? Likes to share little snippets?"

"I

think that verbatim transcripts would be a more accurate description.

For example, did you really make a sex video?" I nodded. "And did you

and Marie really have a three way with Angela?"

"We did," I admitted. "More than once."

"My God! And did you really masturbate Lucy to orgasm in front of the others?"

"I had to," I said firmly. "Because her husband wouldn't touch her, and blamed her for being too unattractive."

"The man's an ass," he said dismissively. "Megan loathes him. I think she has a soft spot for Lucy."

I decided to be honest. "I think it may even be more than that. What's the female equivalent of a 'bromance'?"

He cocked his head at me. "Are you sure?"

I

shook my head. "No. I'm not certain but when Megan was describing Sam's

divorce and even her own situation, she was matter-of-fact. But when

she described Lucy's she was, let’s say, much more passionate. As in,

she described Eddie as an, I quote, 'overweight bladder of alcohol and

lard pretending to be a man', while describing Lucy as a 'goddess'."

Charles

sat back and considered. "I will think more on that," he said,

eventually. "Thank you old man, for being so frank. Now, do I get to see

this video? It appears that everyone else has."

It

occurred to me that I was about to show an old friend images of my

naked wife having sex, and then I realized, six other people had already

seen it, with my prior approval. The only difference was that Charles

was a man. Why did that matter so much to me? I glanced around the room

and on the wall behind me was a decent sized, modern, flat screen TV

facing Charles's chair. I looked at him for approval and switched it on.

It was simple then to cast the video from my phone to the screen. We

watched in silence as Marie and I copied the two gorgeous young people

coupling on a porn site video.

When it was over, Charles looked me in the eye. "Is that what you propose to do to my wife?"

"Not

specifically. No." I replied. "But I have agreed with Marie that I'll

do just about anything her friends ask, as long as it doesn't harm them,

me or my marriage. Those are my boundaries. If Marie or the girls,

individually or as a group, set others, then I'll respect those too."

"And if I have boundaries?" He asked.

"Then discuss them with your wife; she will tell me and I'll respect them."

He

laughed. "I have only one condition," he said. "My wife engaging in sex

with you and her friends at your home is only acceptable because my ill

health prevents me from satisfying her. Meeting you for sex under any

other circumstances is not."

"I

agree, Charles. probably for the same reason. Marie's sole concern was

to let her friends enjoy sex; we won't let this arrangement descend into

affairs. We have too much to lose. Inevitably, the intimacy between us

all will result in some affection, but that's all. If I meet Megan in

town, then I will happily take her for a coffee, but you have my word

there will be no clandestine trysts."

"Good

man," he said. "Now, Megan said she'd left drinks in the kitchen, if

you'd be so kind, and then perhaps you can tell me why the team is only

mid table this season."

We

were still arguing about rugby when our wives arrived back, just after

six. Marie came to join us while Megan went into the kitchen. My wife

surprised me as much as Charles when she sat on his lap and told me to

go and help Megan put some food out while they caught up. Apparently

they had stopped off for a Thai takeaway. rather than have Megan start

cooking when they got home.

Charles

was still capable of moving around the house, albeit slowly, so all

four of us gathered round the small table in the kitchen and laughed and

joked as we ate.

As

Megan tidied the table my wife turned to me. "Geoff. Would it be

alright if Megan and I modelled the results of our shopping for you and

Charles?" I heard Megan gasp. Marie must be winging this.

I

considered her request and my best guess at the thinking behind it. I

decided to indulge in a little mischief of my own. "I suppose that since

Charles has just watched the video of you naked and having sex, the

sight of you in your underwear probably isn't crossing any lines."

Charles

and I both grinned at the expressions on our wives' faces. The girls

recovered well though, and disappeared upstairs laden with bags. I think

that was the first time that I'd ever heard the usually composed Megan

actually giggle. While they were changing I helped Charles back to the

sitting room, via the downstairs bathroom which was on the way. We both

decided to settle on the two seater sofa opposite the door, which, once

I'd moved a couple of chairs, provided a nice open space for our ladies

to parade in.

They

came in together, holding hands for mutual support. Charles and I both

gaped at the vision before us. Marie was, just, in a pale blue bustier

that cupped and lifted her incredible tits from beneath, but left her

deep brown nipples exposed. I could tell that she was excited by the way

that her nubs pushed out from her areola like tiny studs. Below was,

well, hardly anything; a matching G-string that accentuated, rather than

concealed, her waxed pudenda. She was awesome, and I truly wanted to

fuck my lovely little sex bomb there and then.

And

Megan! To coin a phrase, recently popular in the UK; Jesus, Mary and

Joseph and the tiny wee donkey! She was truly fucking spectacular. She

was wearing a sheer baby-doll halter-neck lace nightgown. It consisted

of a flesh colored gossamer fabric looped behind her neck that dropped

as two wisps to cover, but not conceal each of her C cup tits, then

gathered at the waist to create a short skirt that ended barely low

enough to hide her thong. I lied; it didn't hide anything, anywhere. It

just made you look harder and closer to revel in the beauty beneath.

The

girls let go of each other and gave a three sixty turn. I was fully

erect by the time they reached one eighty. Charles managed to drag his

eyes away from his wife. "In forty five years Geoffrey, I have never

seen her dressed in something that;” at that point words failed him. He

turned back to the grinning women. "For the love of God, Geoff; please

let Marie take her shopping again."

Our

wives turned and gave each other a long smoldering kiss. Marie smiled

at us. "We're practicing for Megan's first French lesson."

Megan

moved to her husband and knelt in front of him. Remember, I was sat

right next to him, and it turns out I was wrong. I wasn't fully erect

before, but I certainly was now! I think my cock had found eleven on the

dial. Megan looked at Charles and put his hand to her tit. "I didn't

buy this for evenings with Geoff, darling. I bought this to wear at home

for you. Marie and I thought it would be a treat modelling for both of

you for being so understanding and indulging us."

I

felt a hand turn my face away from the vision in front of me to find

Marie looking at me with a rather arousing mixture of amusement and

lust. "Megan, dear," she said. "Would you think me terribly forward if I

asked if I could use the bedroom we just changed in, to take my old man

for a quickie?"

Megan just smiled and we left them like that as Marie led me away in search of somewhere to have sex.

The following morning, we were eating breakfast when I smiled at my wife and said, "I know what you're doing."

"It's fairly obvious," she replied. "It's hard to eat toast covertly when you're actually watching me do it."

"I

meant your attempting to groom me," I continued patiently. "Your

'coming out' with Angie, kissing Ken the taxi driver, sitting on

Charles's lap, showing him your tits. This is a campaign to push the

envelope and test my limits."

"Have

I offended you?" She asked. "Because it was never my intent. I just

want you to be comfortable with how our lives are now. I watched you

make love to my best friend, and I reveled in it. I saw you pleasure

Lucy when that was precisely what she needed, and I loved you all the

more for it. I watched you looking at Megan while Charles looked at me,

and I don't think any of us were jealous."

"How am I doing?" I asked.

"Oh,

darling," she replied. "That's for you to decide; not me. I'm not

grooming you at all. I'm letting you see that all of these different

situations haven't changed you. You haven't judged my friends, or

Charles, or me for that matter. I want you to be happy, but I'm

concerned that you still find this more disturbing than fun."

I

leaned forward and kissed her. "I'm improving, I think. I understand a

little better though. None of the things I mentioned bothered me, though

I feel as though they should have. Does that make sense?"

"Of

course it does. We've been conditioned all our lives to accept that

social norms should dictate how we should feel in some situations. But,

logically speaking, if something isn't a threat then it makes no sense

to feel threatened; it doesn't matter if your conditioning says you

should. I love you to bits and I know you love me, so why should I be

unhappy when you give one of my friends an orgasm?"

"You make a valid point," I said, finishing my tea. "And on that note I think I shall make a phone call. I have jobs to do."

I grabbed my smartphone and wandered into the garden. I found Jane's number in my contact list and hit 'Call'.

"Hi

babe. It's me; Look, Marie has lost the plot; Just you and me; let's

just run off; Maybe next week?; No?; Fancy a coffee in town instead

then?; Okay, it’s a date; Is Ben about?; I need a hand in the garden and

a big strong lad would be more use than a short ass with big boobs;

About eleven would be great; Bye."

I went back inside to get changed into my working gear. "Ben's coming to give me a hand," I told Marie.

"That's nice dear," she said absently as she tidied the kitchen. "How is Jane? Any luck?"

"She's fine but, no. She still won't run away with me."

"Probably just as well."

I was busy glaring at the dodgy fence post when I felt a presence loom over me. "Hi Ben," I said. "You're early."

"I was already up when you called, so I came straight over."

Ben's

dad used to play in our youth team when I was coaching. He moved into

the first team when he was twenty one and was one of our star players.

He died suddenly about ten years ago, when Ben was only nine. Ben

inherited his dad's massive build but is the quietest lad I've ever met.

I showed him what needed doing and we got stuck in. Marie brought us

drinks and sandwiches for lunch and told him he was staying for a cooked

meal when we'd finished.

With

his help, the post was replaced in less than an hour and we moved onto

the trees. We were done by midafternoon so I gave him a beer and tried

to engage him in conversation.

"How's your mum?"

"Fine."

"How are you enjoying working in the warehouse?"

"It's okay."

"What do you do in your spare time?"

"Read."

I gave up, sat back, and just enjoyed his company. He seemed relieved.

After

Ben had eaten and left, we were settling down in the living room when

Marie surprised me. "Do you want to invite Jane to join our classes?"

"What?" My brain struggled to make sense of the question.

"Well," she said. "You agreed to have sex with my friends; I never thought to ask if you had any friends you wanted to screw."

I

considered my wife's question. Jane was certainly attractive. And I had

never known her date another man since her husband died but, despite my

flirting, I couldn't say we were close friends.

"I

wouldn't even know where to begin to answer that question properly.

Let's just say, she's a widow, I was a friend of her husband and I've no

idea what her sex life looks like. To go from there to 'would you like

to join our sex club?' seems a bit of a reach. So; no. Let's keep this

insanity within your own group of friends."

"But would you like her to? Join, I mean," Marie persisted.

"You're

doing it again," I snapped at her. "So, no. I would not like her to

join. She's young enough to be our daughter, and I know Sam is too, but

Jane should be looking for someone her own age; if she's interested at

all."

My

wife looked contrite. "I'm sorry dear. In hindsight, after our

conversation this morning, that must have felt like I was trying to

manipulate you. It's just that I feel sorry for Jane. Especially with

you flirting with her all the time."

"Is that wrong?" I asked. "I'm just reminding her what an attractive woman she is."

"Or

teasing her with something she can't have," countered Marie. "I want

you to think about this, and give me your answer tomorrow. If I asked

Jane for a chat over coffee, would you object?" She held her hand up to

forestall my interruption. "If she seems lonely, why not invite her to

meet with me and the girls a week on Friday?" She leaned forward and

took my hand. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she asked, "And, if

she does and she likes us and everyone agrees, why can't I invite her to

join us? Would it be that awful?"

Reading

this back, I must seem to be a complete pushover; and perhaps I am. But

Marie is the dreamer, intuitive and impulsive. I am the planner,

analytical and practical. Without her, my life would be safe but so

dull: with her, it's more interesting, however frustrating at times.

So,

for the rest of the evening, I tried to play Devil's Advocate. What

made it so unthinkable that Marie should meet Jane for a girly chat? If

she's lonely, why can't Marie invite her to the pub? If she becomes 'one

of the girls', why exclude her from our beds? It's not as though we

were cruising the streets picking up strays. I'd known Jane since before

she was married; more than twenty years. Rational me knew that Marie

was right; so why was I always so fucking uncomfortable?

As

we got ready for bed, my wife smiled at me and said, "Don't worry so

much. It's a lot to take in. You'll get there. Just remember that you're

the one I chose for life." Then she climbed in next to me and held me

close until we both fell asleep.

Next

morning I suppose that I was rather quiet until, over breakfast, I

spoke up. "It was my mother." Marie just sat quietly, waiting for me to

finish the thought. "She was so terrified of the social stigma that

divorce, children out of wedlock, homosexuality and the rest might bring

down on her family, that she indoctrinated us to regard them as mortal

sins; even though none of us was at all religious.

"For example." I was in my stride now. "what advice did your mother give you when you went to university?"

Marie

grinned. "Go on the pill, don't get a reputation as a slut and don't go

to bed with anyone you don't want to wake up with."

"Exactly!" was my reply. "You got practical advice. All I got was, 'Don't bring shame on this house'."

"It's

so odd, isn't it?" Marie said. "When it comes to sex, I'm the rational

one and you are the one being tormented by values that were out of date

fifty years ago."

I

don't know why it was still such a big deal, but I took a deep breath

and said, "Ring Jane and invite her for a coffee and take it from there.

Oh, and make sure it doesn't sound like you're warning her off your

husband. I've got a date with her next week."

Classes Begin.

It

was a normal Wednesday morning and we were tidying the table after

breakfast when my wife, Marie, asked if I had plans for the day. "Apart

from committing serial adultery, you mean?" I said.

Marie just laughed. "I don't think it counts if I'm doing the same thing with the same women in the next room."

I

think that may need explaining. That night, Kate the ex-copper and Jo

the retired nurse were going to visit us as part of a foreign language

class that my wife was holding for her closest friends. In fact, the

class was a total fabrication. At seven o'clock one of the women would

join me in bed for an hour of sex while the other was in bed with Marie.

After a short break we would retire to our rooms again, having swapped

partners. After another break an hour later, the women would be free to

choose to spend time together or with Marie and me or go home.

Kate

and Jo are both widows and are, like my wife and me, in their sixties.

Marie has four other friends similarly deprived of sex; one divorced,

one separated and two with impotent husbands. In the latter cases, Megan

can visit with her husband's full knowledge and approval, and no-one

cares about Lucy's husband because he's a drunken, ignorant twat.

The

following day, Marie was having lunch with Jane. Jane had been married

to a good friend of mine who died far too young about ten years ago,

leaving her to raise their nine year old son alone. My wife recently

worried me when she said that my well-intentioned flirting with Jane

might have gone too far, so she wanted to talk woman to woman to make

sure I hadn't crossed a line. If it turned out that the two of them hit

it off, Marie planned to invite Jane to the pub next time she meets 'the

girls' in a couple of week’s time.

Kate

and Jo, who I have already mentioned, would be the first two of the

girls to visit us. The following week it would be Sam and Megan, and the

week after that Angie and Lucy. if Jane and the others got along, Marie

intended to eventually invite her to join us too.

Anyway,

I digress. We agreed that it was too nice a day to spend at home

worrying about the evening, so we should go out for the day. We were

tempted to visit the 'naughty store', but we already had a box of toys

we hadn't properly explored so we gave that a miss and went to our

favorite garden center instead. We got coffees, flat white for me, latte

for Marie, and shared a fruit scone with jam while we chatted.

Marie gave me a smile. "You seem a lot happier lately," she said.

I

put my chin on my hands and gazed at her. "You know what?" I began. "If

it wasn't for you and your generous donation of my genitals to your

friends, I would have gone to my grave never realizing just how much my

parents, particularly my mother, had fucked up my attitudes to sex. I

mean, I'm not homophobic or anything: I'm not judgmental about what

other people are doing, and when you and I took Angie to bed it was fun.

But." I stopped to think how to put my feelings into words. "I just

couldn't talk about it the way that you and the girls could. It took

that episode at Linda's to push me over the edge and tell you how I

felt."

"What about now?" Marie asked softly.

"Tonight

I am going to make love to two of your friends. Then I am going to make

love to you. Perhaps they will join us, perhaps not. I trust you when

you say that the thought of me with them doesn't upset you. I don't

think that I find the idea of them sharing your bed upsetting either.

We'll know better after they have left. My mother would have been

appalled at the thought of us doing this, or truthfully perhaps more at

the thought of other people finding out. But every time we have pushed

the boundaries; sex in the park, making the video, sharing the video

with your friends, sex with Angie and then what I did with Lucy." I

paused again. "After doing all of those things, the world didn't stop.

No-one got hurt so no-one cared. I kept waiting for the other shoe to

drop, but nothing happened."

She

finished my piece of scone and stood up. "Come on; there are some

lovely cyclamen on offer in the store. We'll get a few trays for the

containers for winter color, then we're going into town, shopping."

Apparently,

my usual choice of apparel was unsuited for greeting house-guests prior

to fucking them, so I was encouraged to man up and try on some smart

but comfortable trousers, some polo shirts and a pair of moccasin

slippers. Seemingly my underwear, though functional, left much to be

desired too and, given that we had allowed only a fifteen minute break

between women, I needed a nice new robe to cover my nakedness while we

met to make the exchange rather than get dressed again. Marie also

required a robe and some new underwear, not too explicit but definitely

not too ordinary. It also occurred to us that we should have guest robes

for the girls too. And so we returned home laden with bags, as prepared

as we could be for the evening's entertainment.

But

first I had to collect our grandson, Colin, from school. Homework was

to find out how Pi is calculated so we spent twenty minutes drawing

circles and squares and octagons before he went away content, to write

it up. He's a smart kid. He had his tea with us and then we watched some

TV before his mum came to pick him up on the way home from work. Linda

was still a little wary, after accusing her mother of having an illicit

affair but, seeing as we actually were both sleeping with Angie at the

time, Marie cut her a little slack and things weren't too uncomfortable.

After

they had gone we went to get the toys out of our wardrobe and hung the

spare robes in the bedrooms. Then I took my 'vitamin' pill and we waited

for our first pair of 'students'.

As

we expected, Kate had picked Jo up on the way and they arrived in the

one car. We both went to the door to greet them. Jo looked lovely in a

knee-length cream dress with a scooped neck showing some interesting

cleavage. Kate had gone for a short black skirt and a sheer white blouse

with a pale blue bra showing underneath. It was a little awkward as

they came in; after all, they were only here to have sex, but we made

polite conversation as we walked through to the living room. Marie took

charge. "Look girls. I know this is new to you. It is to us too. We

thought that it would be best if we tossed a coin to decide who pairs

with Geoff and who has me the first time. I will be in our room and

Geoff in the guest suite. Then we'll meet back here after an hour for a

drink and then Geoff and I will swap partners. Is that okay?"

Both

of them nodded rather nervously. I tried to help. "This is the first

time for all of us. Like this, I mean. We understand how you must feel,

but nothing will happen that you don't want. We've agreed a safe-word,

it's 'Desist'. If you say that, at any time, then whoever you are with,

and whatever they are doing, they must stop. You have our word."

Kate

was the first to respond. "It just seems so strange, so impersonal,

Geoff. The first time I slept with Steve; we'd been on a date; we'd been

drinking; we'd kissed outside his flat; we got horny and we went inside

and had sex. But turning up for sex with no preamble seems, just,

weird."

Jo

nodded her agreement. "That's exactly how I feel. I know why we're

here. And I admit I'm excited about what's going to happen. But do we

just go upstairs and just; fuck?"

Marie

looked thoughtful. "It's the whole 'just going to the bedroom' idea

isn't it?" Everyone looked at her. "Then let's do it this way." She

flipped a coin and caught it: then, holding it, covered, on her wrist

she said, "Call it, Kate. If you're right you get Geoff, otherwise you

get me."

"Tails," Kate said, without hesitating.

We

all stood, anticipating the reveal. Marie slowly uncovered the coin,

teasing. It was heads. I would open the batting with Jo, while Marie

shared our bed with Kate.

"Now,"

said Marie. "We won't just go upstairs; we'll settle down on the sofas

in here and act like mucky little trollops on a double date. I'm going

to watch Jo making out with my husband and he's going to watch me

getting down and dirty with you, Kate. If you want privacy, then take

your partner and drag them upstairs."

I

had an idea to break the ice. "Alexa. Play Eighties Love Songs." Marie

looked at me, obviously impressed, even more so as Lionel Richie began

to push love into the air.

I

held my hand out to Jo and watched and admired her as, taking a deep

breath, she walked towards me. God! She was gorgeous. Part of her

ancestry was the result of the obscene trade in humanity from Africa to

work in the sugar plantations in the Caribbean and part from an only

slightly less distasteful later diaspora of Indian workers. Whatever the

moral vacuum behind her origins though, this particular genetic

combination was about perfect. Even in her sixties, her skin glowed a

pale caramel and her features and her figure could have been those of a

Bond girl.

She

took my hand and I drew her towards me smiling down at her upturned

face as she pressed herself against me. I leaned down and kissed her

gently. "Dance with me."

She

snuggled up close and we began to move in time to the music as she

whispered, "You're the first man I've let kiss me since Patrick passed."

I paused. "Are you sure you're ready to move on? I'll understand if you want to go slowly, or even stop now."

She

leaned forward and kissed me tenderly at first, then more forcefully.

"I'm ready." She sounded certain. "Patrick loved life; he loved me. He

would approve, even encourage, what you're doing for us." We recommenced

our swaying.

And

we kissed again; our hands exploring each other's bodies as our tongues

explored each other's mouths. Jo broke off to watch as Kate began to

unbutton Marie's blouse, dropping kisses on her tits with each button

undone. Meanwhile, Marie stroked her lover's hair as she whispered

encouragement.

Marie

and I had talked about how we felt about watching each other with other

lovers. We had decided that, if we were paired off, as it were, then it

would only be polite to focus exclusively on our current partner. Or,

as Stephen Stills put it, 'If you can't be with the one you love, love

the one you're with.' On the other hand, if we were playing together as a

foursome then we could watch, comment or participate as appropriate. At

this moment, as much as I loved Marie, she was with Kate, and Jo

deserved my full attention.

Jo

smiled at me as we enjoyed each other's warmth and she watched the

other couple undress each other. "I'll admit that I was unsure about

your insistence that we each share beds with both you and Marie, but

watching Kate with your wife seems so natural that now I really, really

want to experience you both."

"Well

then," I replied. "If it's a competition perhaps I should raise the

stakes." I put my hand on her leg, just below the hem of her dress and

started to move it, so slowly up her thigh. "Tell me when you want me to

stop. Then I'm going to kneel in front of you and worship you with

kisses. But my kisses will stop wherever you stop my hand."

She

kissed me again. God! She even tasted wonderful. "In that case." She

stopped and, reaching under her dress, she pulled down her panties and

stepped out of them. "I don't see any need for these then. Do you?"

I

grinned at her and sat down onto the sofa and pulled her down next to

me and then we wriggled until we were both comfortable. I replaced my

hand on her thigh and marveled again at the soft warmth of her skin. As I

moved ever higher her breathing got heavier as she stroked my face as

she kissed me.

When

my hand reached the warm moist spot at the apex of its journey she

moaned into my mouth. "Are you really going to kiss me there?"

"If

you'll let me. I'd like to give you your first orgasms just with my

fingers and tongue." I felt her shudder at my words. "Then perhaps I

could take you upstairs and fuck you." She responded again. "Or perhaps I

should just bend you over the back of the sofa so Kate and Marie can

watch."

My

hand was gently rubbing her slit as we spoke and I felt her get even

wetter at my last suggestion. "You wouldn't," she gasped into my ear as

she squirmed on my hand. "You wouldn't," she paused to choose her words.

"Surely you wouldn't go that far with another woman in front of Marie

in your own living room."

"Jo."

I smiled at her. "Marie is just over there and I already have my finger

at the opening to your cunt." I wiggled said digit to make the point.

She moaned again. "I am going to lift up your dress and put my tongue

everywhere my finger has been." I put my finger inside her and spent a

little while making her moan some more. "Everywhere; even here." I

crooked my finger slowly inside her and felt her whole body arch as she

came.

I

looked across to the other sofa facing us where Marie and Kate had

paused to watch Jo's orgasm. Both of them still had their skirts on but

Marie had already lost her bra and Kate's was undone. I smiled at them.

"I think," I said. "That Jo and I will go upstairs now. But we may have a

surprise for you later. Ladies; We will meet you down here in an hour.

Do have fun."

Marie

looked at me with a beatific smile, mainly because Kate was nuzzling

her tits, and said, "Love her for me Geoff. Make tonight special."

"I'll do my best sweetheart. Enjoy."

I

led Jo by the hand upstairs to the guest suite and, once there. I drew

her to me again and kissed her deeply. "I want you," I told her. "Under

any other circumstances this would just be a fantasy, but I have kissed

you, touched you; Tonight, we have Marie's permission; No; Encouragement

to do anything we want, and at this moment I want you to be naked on

the bed so that I can deliver on the promise I made earlier."

Jo

turned her back to me and stood still as I pulled the zip on her dress

all the way down. She crossed her arms and pulled the straps from her

shoulders allowing it to pool on the floor. She turned back and stood in

front of me, arms by her side, almost apologetically, as though she was

waiting for me to critique her body. I stepped back to admire the gift

that she was about to share with me and smiled. I pulled off my polo

shirt and undid my trousers, pulled them down and stepped out of them.

"Jo,"

I said, softly. "I love Marie with all my heart but you are, without

doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever met." I took her hand and

led her to the bed. I turned her to me and kissed her. putting my hand

behind her head to pull her mouth against mine. She returned my kiss

draping her arms over my shoulders and then pressing us together so that

her full and firm C cup tits pressed into my chest, with only a

delicate white lace bra separating our flesh. I pressed her gently back

against the bed so that she sat at the edge and I broke away from our

kiss to reach back to unfasten and remove her bra. Then I knelt between

her legs to view the treasure that we had uncovered.

I

was almost in tears at the beauty of her most intimate secret. Her

outer lips were a shade darker than her skin but the inner lips were

engorging to a luscious rose pink. She had obviously trimmed her pubic

garden but left a small triangle, like a guide to the wonders below. I

took that as an invitation to bend between her thighs and begin my

mission. I promised that I would kiss where my hand had been so,

beginning just above her knee, that's what I did. Jo knew exactly what I

was doing and where, inevitably, I would end up so she was trembling

with anticipation as I moved higher. I have to admit that, at this

point, the combination of Jo and the ED22 had me so hard that it was

uncomfortable, but I had a promise to fulfil.

I

ran my tongue along her slit; starting at her little pucker and ending

at her clit. Her clit was beginning to engorge and I did everything in

my repertoire to encourage it. I pressed my lips against her vulva and

French kissed as deeply as I could, using my tongue to penetrate her

cunt and then suckled again on her clit. I took a deep breath, inhaling

her scent and then I pursed my lips and blew across her labia and then

lapped at the juices flowing between her lips. Her breathing was

becoming ragged and her hands were on my head, reassuring me that I was

pleasing her. I used my finger to reach inside her again while I

continued to assault her little bud. She started to gasp and move her

hips as the wave of need built up, until she had to stop me.

"Please, Geoff. I need you inside me. Oh fuck; I need this so much."

I

gave her clit one last lick and then stood between her thighs, leaned

over her and slowly slid inside her. She was so wet that, even having

gone without sex for so long, she readily eased me inside her and I was

soon balls to buttocks embedded in her wondrous body. For over forty

years, Marie's cunt had been the only one I had entered then, only a

couple of weeks ago, she had encouraged, indeed helped, me to enter

Angie's, and now here I was slipping into Jo; the most gorgeous creature

I had ever known. Jo felt different again to Marie and Angie and a

mischievous thought occurred to me; but that was for later. I gazed at

the vision below me and was concerned to see tears in her eyes.

"Oh, fuck," I exclaimed. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

She

shook her head. "God! No. I've just missed this so much since I lost

him. I'd forgotten how good this could be. Make love to me Geoff. Make

me feel the way that he used to."

I

moved, slowly at first, in and out of her, filling her and then pulling

back. My hands were either side of her head and I braced myself as I

bent to suckle on her lovely hard dark chocolate colored nipples. She

just sighed as she lost herself in the sensations she hadn't felt in the

years since her husband had passed. It wasn't too long before I felt

her hand behind my head pulling me more urgently against her tits. I

knew that she was getting ever closer. Then I realized that I was doing

it again; fucking to the music in my head. This time, presumably

prompted by Alexa's choice of Lionel Richie downstairs, I had moved on

to 'Face In The Crowd', a lovely pace for a long fuck but now I needed

to move up a gear. From nowhere I suddenly imagined Dire Straits'

opening bars of 'Sultans Of Swing' and I started to thrust, four beats

to the bar.

Jo

had to have realized that we were going for a big finish because she

wrapped her ankles behind my knees, opening herself to me and helping to

pull herself further onto my cock with each stroke. She started to call

out; breathily at first, but then she let go of my head and her hands

began to clutch at the bedsheets as she became more vocal and started to

shout. "Yes; Oh, fuck; harder; Oh, just like; For God's sake don't;”

And then she twisted beneath me as she cried out with a wordless yowl as

she climaxed big time. I was close too, so I kept pounding for a full

minute before I came deep inside of her, and we both fell back, spent,

on the bed.

We

stayed like that for a while until I slipped out of her and I moved us

both around so that we were laid spooning in the middle of the bed with

me behind her.

"I

miss him so much," she whispered softly. "He wouldn't begrudge me this,

but I never got a chance to say goodbye." I knew part of the story.

Patrick had kissed her goodbye one Saturday to go the pub to watch the F

A Cup Final with friends and twenty minutes later he collapsed: he was

dead before the ambulance crew arrived.

"That's what hurts so much," she wept. "There's so much you never get a chance to say when you lose someone like that."

An

idea popped into my head at that moment and, to this day, I don't know

what prompted it. I worried that it was a stupid or worse, creepy, idea

but I was sure I could do it; if Jo wanted me to.

"Jo,"

I said, hesitantly. "I might be able to do something to help. But you

might also think it's really tasteless, so be honest."

She turned around to face me. "What is it?"

"Well,"

I began, beginning to regret saying anything. "We've just made love,

and your body is relaxed, and you're emotionally receptive to me so;” I

paused to consider how to put my insane proposition to her, "I could

hypnotize you to feel Patrick's presence if we made love again." I saw

the puzzlement on her face so I hastened to explain before I offended

her.

"I

know that you like musicals." I began. Jo nodded slowly. "Well," I

continued. "When you are watching Le Miz, you let yourself 'believe'

that the lead performer is Jean Val jean don't you?" She nodded again.

"Even though you know that he probably isn't even French, for the

duration of the show he is Jean Val jean; you share his highs and lows

and you cry when he passes. I could hypnotize you so that you could

accept that, for the next thirty minutes or so, I was playing the part

of Patrick so that you could make love to him one last time. You would

know it was me really but you could suspend that disbelief for as long

as you wanted, just like at the theatre."

I

waited for the explosion, the hurt look, the "Are you fucking joking!"

but they never came. "Could you do that?" She asked. "Would you do that

for me?"

I thanked God that she wasn't repelled by the idea. "I can try." I told her.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, earnestly.

I

propped myself up against the headboard and she shuffled up against me

so that my arms were around her. "Just immerse yourself in the way that

you feel now," I told her in a soft voice. "You know that you're safe

here, with me. This is your happy place. If you are ever sad, just

remember being here with me: my arms around you keeping you safe. Just

relax and listen to my voice. Nothing else matters. Just relax and

listen to my voice. You're warm and safe and comfortable, No-one else

matters; just you and me. Just remember how content you are and listen

to my voice."

I

carried on in the same vein for about five minutes until I could feel

her completely relaxed in my arms. "Jo." I spoke her name ever so

gently. "Jo, can you hear my voice?"

"Yes Geoff," she replied, sleepily. "You sound so far away."

"I'm

right here Jo. Looking after you; just the way that Patrick would want

me to. Do you remember our conversation Jo? Do you want to pretend that I

am playing Patrick's role for one last performance?"

"Yes Geoff," she whispered. "That would be so nice."

"You know it's just pretending, don't you my love?" I asked.

"I know Geoff. It can be nice to pretend though," she replied in her sleepy voice.

"Alright

Jo. I'm going to count down from five to one. When I reach one, you

will see Patrick as he was when he left home. You will hear his voice,

smell his scent, recognize his touch. You will help me to play his role

by prompting me to love you the way that he did. Can you do that, Jo?"

"Yes Geoff. I can do that," came her quiet response.

"Five. You are going to wake soon, refreshed and ready to make love.

"Four. In my place, you will put your memories of Patrick as you remember him most fondly.

"Three. You know it's just pretend, but it's real enough for you to say goodbye.

"Two.

When I say, 'It's me, Geoffrey', the performance is over and you will

awake fully, and see me as Geoffrey again. But you will remember being

with Patrick one last time, even if it was only pretend.

"One. Wake up Jo. We've got some loving to do."

She

turned in my arms and looked at me in adoration, "Oh, baby. I've missed

you so much." I bent to kiss her and the response that I got this time

was on a different level to the kisses that she'd shared with Geoffrey.

She looked at me shyly. "Do you want a special treat baby? Do you want to fill my mouth?"

I

didn't try to mimic Patrick's voice or his accent; Jo's conditioning

would do that for me. I did try to use words that I remembered him using

the few times that we met. "Yes, honey. Poppa would love some of that."

Jo

beamed at me as she scooted down the bed and took my cock in her hand.

She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes. "I am going to suck your

balls inside out," she grinned.

"Don't you go emptying my tank you dirty girl," I replied on Patrick's behalf. "My favorite pussy needs filling."

She

went down on me like a woman possessed which, under the circumstances,

seemed quite ironic really. The understandable hesitance that Jo had

experienced with me as Geoff had disappeared. Now that she believed that

she was blowing Patrick, she had a familiarity and a confidence that

made her shine even brighter. It was obvious that she and her husband

had adored each other.

I

felt oddly proud and yet ashamed as I looked into her gaze as she

cupped her man's balls and tried to swallow him whole. Was I exploiting

her or giving her closure? I tried to rationalize; she was sad before

and she was happy now: that sounded like a win to me.

Anyway,

whoever she thought that she was fellating, it was actually my cock on

the receiving end of her efforts, and what glorious efforts they were

too. She would take me all into her mouth and throat and then run her

lips all the way up my shaft as she drew back, then tongue the underside

and bob all the way back down again.

I

decided to take the initiative and, taking a handful of her hair,

pulled her off me. I knelt up on the bed and pulled her back down.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Baby wants to play rough?"

That

was all the confirmation I needed. I put my hands either side of her

head and pushed her down on my cock. After half a dozen strokes I pulled

her up again to look at me. "Do you like that little girl?" I asked.

Her eyes told me that I was on the right track, so I pushed her down

again. We played this game for a few more rounds before I decided that I

needed her to get to fuck Patrick too.

"I'm

wanting to pound your pussy now baby." I told her. "How do you want me

to take you?" She scrambled onto her hands and knees in front of me

looking over her shoulder lasciviously as she presented her luscious

rump for my delight. Oh, goody! we were both going to enjoy this.

I

slipped inside her again and started to pump into her as she pushed her

bum back towards me. It, was, fucking, glorious! Eventually, I could

feel myself building up to another orgasm and I needed to bring Jo off

before I came. Once I was buried deep inside her, I pulled her back with

me so that she was astride my lap, still impaled on my cock. Then I

could put my left arm around her tits, tormenting her right nipple,

while my right hand assaulted her clit. She helped too, by bouncing up

and down, until it got too much as her own climax washed over her. I

pushed her roughly onto her belly and lay on top of her as I tried to

pound her into the mattress until we were both completely exhausted.

We

lay like that for a full ten minutes, just reveling in the contact of

our bodies as we regained our breath. Then Jo murmured, "That was so

good baby. Think I'll go to sleep now for a little bit."

I

kissed the back of her neck. "I love you so much, little girl." I think

she registered my words before her breathing changed as she dozed off.

I

looked at the clock on the bedside table. We had a few minutes before

we were due to meet Marie and Kate downstairs, so I left Jo sleeping

while I used the bathroom.

When

I got back to the bedroom, Jo was still sleeping peacefully where I'd

left her. This was the moment of truth; had I totally fucked up? "Jo.

Wake up. It's me, Geoffrey." I waited, uncertain as to how she would

respond.

Her

eyes flickered open and then she was fully awake. She gazed at me, "Oh,

thank you so much Geoff. It seemed so real. It was like he was there;

one last time to say goodbye." she took as deep breath and pulled me

down for a massive kiss. "I love you so much for doing that for me."

Jo

went to use the bathroom and, when she returned, I was waiting for her,

wearing my dressing gown and holding hers ready for her to slip into.

She tied her belt and gave me a big hug and took hold of my hand as we

walked downstairs. Marie and Kate had yet to appear so I put the kettle

ready for their arrival, heralded by the giggles I could hear at the top

of the stairs. They were both flushed and their eyes sparkled when they

entered the kitchen. They had obviously fully embraced their Sapphic

sides in the last hour.

Marie

smiled as she noticed that Jo was possessively holding onto my arm with

both of hers as we waited for the kettle to boil. I decided to let my

wife take the lead from here. After all this was her idea and her

friends: I was just the hired cock. Marie rushed across the kitchen and

gave Jo a kiss. "How was it?" she demanded, as though I wasn't there. "I

asked Geoff to make it special for you. Was it?"

Jo looked at me. "I don't know how to explain it Geoff," she said, helplessly. "What can I tell them?"

"Look,"

I replied. "Marie and I agreed that she and I wouldn't discuss what

happened with you all while we were in separate rooms. You are entitled

to keep these intimate moments private. But, I have no problem with you

sharing anything that you want to, as long as it goes no further than

the rest of the girls."

I

started to make a pot of tea as Jo decided what to share. Then she

spoke quietly, "Geoff made love to me," she began. "And it reminded me

of how it used to be with Patrick. And it was wonderful, and it was sad,

and I was all confused. And Geoff could tell that I was all mixed up

and emotional and he made this offer."

"Did he?" Said Marie in 'that' tone of voice. "What offer was that then Geoffrey?"

Oh bugger! She used my full name; you know, the way your mother does when she knows you've fucked up.

I

decided to face it head on. "I knew that Jo would be particularly

receptive just after we'd made love, so I offered to hypnotize her. I

offered to superimpose her memories of Patrick on top of me as I made

love to her again. Don't worry," I could see the doubt on Marie and

Kate's faces. "Jo knew that it was only make believe, but she was

struggling with her feelings, having sex with me while still pining for

her husband. This seemed like a way for her to say goodbye."

"Yes."

Jo said excitedly. "And it worked. I know it was Geoff with me; but it

felt like Patrick, and that was okay. And he kissed me and said goodbye

and now he's gone. I still miss him terribly but I don't feel guilty any

more about moving on."

Her

eyes were brimming with tears. "Thank you so much, Marie, for letting

me be with your husband. He's made me feel I can be me again and not

just Patrick's widow." She reached up and pulled me into her and gave me

a huge passionate kiss.

"Oh, fuck!" Sighed Marie. "He's bagged another one."

When

Jo finally let me go, I grinned at Marie and poured us all a nice cup

of tea. We sat around for ten minutes discussing how the whole 'husband

share' arrangement was working out. Kate was enthusiastic: she had never

been with another woman and had been a little uncertain, for about

thirty seconds. After her first kiss with Marie she was a convert. That

reassured Jo, who was already intrigued, having watched them before I

took her upstairs. Marie was relieved that the whole affair hadn't gone

catastrophically wrong at the outset and I could tell that she had

enjoyed her interlude with Kate.

I

sat quietly as the girls chattered. I had just cheated on my wife

again, and she had just had sex with a friend in the next bedroom while I

did it: and it was only just turned eight o'clock! Was I jealous? No.

Did I feel guilty? Surprisingly enough, I think that I felt guilty about

my lack of guilt. Does that sound odd? It should because it fucking

freaked me out.

Anyway,

the conversation quietened down and Marie looked pointedly at the

kitchen clock. It was time to change ends for the second half. I held my

hand out to Kate and pulled her onto my lap. "Is the ice sufficiently

broken now? Shall we just go upstairs and do unspeakably dirty things to

each other or shall I get Alexa to play Kenny G tracks while I romance

you down here?"

Kate

laughed. "I'm good. I've just spent a very enlightening hour with your

wife. If you're even half as dirty as she is, I'll be a very happy

bunny."

"In that case Jessica," I said with consummate wit. "Let’s go upstairs and fuck like rabbits."

I

looked across to my wife to see that she and Jo had already stood up

and we followed them, each couple holding hands as we walked back

upstairs.

As

we'd agreed, this time I joined Kate in the guest bedroom while my wife

went with Jo. Kate waited for me in the middle of the room while I

closed the door. As I turned to face her, Kate untied the belt of her

dressing gown and slid it off her shoulders. She looked at me intently

as she spoke. "Perhaps next time I might want to be seduced, but right

now I want you inside me. Your sexy little minx of a wife managed to get

me all hot and bothered playing with those toys you bought, but just

now I want a cock inside me. Are you okay with that?"

The

combination of her nude body and her words had the effect that made it

obvious I was ever so okay with that. Even before I took off my own

dressing gown, Little Geoff had already responded with an enthusiasm

that boded well for the next hour or so. Kate smiled appreciatively as

she looked at him in the flesh, as it were.

I,

in turn, admired Kate as she stood naked and proud before me. She

wasn't toned like Angie, or voluptuous like Marie, or sculpted like

Megan, or a petite blonde like Lucy, but she was still a handsome woman

with big firm boobs and a shapely bum. She also had something about her,

like a favorite aunt; a warmth that let you know that she cared about

you. To see her standing there, this lovely woman, just waiting for me

to fuck her, was heart-warming.

By the time I had crossed to take her in my arms we were both naked and ready. "No foreplay then?" I asked her, to be sure.

"Later," she murmured. "For God's sake, Geoff; just fuck my brains out first."

I

pushed her backwards onto the bed. "Not until I've had a go with these

gorgeous boobs," I told her as I followed her down. I kissed her on the

lips first, I'm not totally uncultured, then I worked my way down to her

chest. Kate has fairer skin than Marie and her areola surprised me by

being darker than my wife's. They made an amazing contrast. The buds at

the center were hard already and responded instantly to my

ministrations. Despite Kate's urgency, I must have played with her tits

for a full five minutes before her moans of pleasure spurred me to give

her what she really needed.

This

wasn't the time to get creative with different positions so I got

myself settled between her thighs and used my hand to guide my cock to

her entrance. Hell's bells, she was so turned on that I took hardly any

effort to embed myself to the hilt in her cunt. She took a huge breath

and smiled at me in satisfaction as I filled her.

"Please

Geoff." I looked at her in puzzlement. "Please Geoff. Just for a minute

let me savor this moment." I lay down on top of her and we kissed until

her responses became more urgent and I knew she was ready to go for it.

I pushed myself up onto my hands and began to saw in and out, She

grinned with satisfaction as she watched me. God only knows what faces I

was pulling as I thrust as hard as I could into her. Then her own

expression changed as the sensations began to catch up with her and her

breathing changed too; short breathy pants as her belly muscles

contracted as she tried to match my movements.

I

can never gauge time really well when I'm making love, or fucking like

rabbits in this case, but we seemed to be going quite well for five, or

maybe ten, minutes until I could feel my orgasm approaching. Kate seemed

to be close too. She had her arms around my neck, her eyes closed and

her head was rolling from side to side. She was making the cutest little

grunting sounds as she fought her way towards the finishing line and

she celebrated her arrival with a sound I can only describe as, "Grwah,"

followed by, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"

I

still hadn't reached my climax so I continued to pound into her for

another minute or so before my own back arched as I tried to bury my

cock ever deeper inside her to unload my sperm. Even after I'd emptied

my balls I kept pounding to try to drag the sensation for both of us out

for as long as I could. Eventually, inevitably, I had to stop and

collapsed on the bed beside her.

After a minute I felt her hand find mine and squeeze. "That," she said, still breathing heavily. "Was exactly what I needed."

"Happy to oblige," I gasped, truthfully. "Do you want to spoon for a while"

"Mmm.

Sounds lovely," she replied, turning away from me. I shuffled up behind

her, carefully wedging little Geoff into her bum-crack. She sighed.

"Oh. That's almost as nice as the sex. Isn't it odd?" She mused. "I've

been looking forward to a good stiff cock since last Friday, but it

never occurred to me how good it would feel just to be held by the man

who'd just fucked me."

I

smiled to myself. I was enjoying Kate's frankness. "We can do this for

as long as you want," I told her. "Or we can go another round in ten

minutes or so."

We

lay together quietly basking in our afterglow until she wriggled her

backside into me and purred as she felt my cock start to harden in

response. "Already?" She said in mock surprise. "Geoffrey. You're an

animal."

I laughed. "Can I ask a favor Kate?"

"Anything, sweetheart. You've earned it."

"I want to go down on you. I want to see you, explore you, taste you. Can we do that next?" I asked.

"Seriously?" She seemed surprised.

I

moved my hand to fondle her tit. "I like cunts." I confessed. "Before

we were married I liked to look at them and touch them and taste them. I

also love what it does to women when I do it. I can't understand why

some guys won't. Now that Marie is encouraging me to bed her friends,

well, it would be foolish of me to miss the opportunity to explore a new

one."

"So," said Kate, thoughtfully. "You're saying that I'd be doing you a favor by letting you kiss my muff?"

"Absolutely." I replied, smiling to myself.

"You know you could have demanded a blow job in return?"

"Nope. I only want you to do things you enjoy. And I really want you to enjoy me sucking your clit."

I

felt her grind into me even more as I spoke and I knew she was ready to

continue. I turned her towards me so that we could kiss some more; this

time more tenderly; less urgent. I felt her hand move towards my groin,

working me to hardness. I bent to suckle on her tits, enjoying the

sensation of her nipples hardening against my tongue. She caressed my

head as I worked, both of us soaking up the sensations. We'd already

fucked. Satiated our needs. This was for pleasure, not hunger.

She

sighed again as I began to migrate south to warmer, damper climes. As I

made my way down her belly Kate stopped me with her hand. "No Geoff.

Not there. I know that I've got decent boobs, but kissing my big belly

after you've been with Jo isn't right."

I

looked up, surprised, and saw a flicker of insecurity in her eyes. "Oh,

Kate." I moved back so that our faces were close and kissed her

tenderly. "Yes. Jo is gorgeous; but I'm enjoying being with you. I want

to kiss your belly because its soft and warm and because it's yours. I

want to make you feel loved. I'm not comparing you to anyone else. I'm

simply taking pleasure with the woman I'm with. You, you silly tart."

I

gave her a big kiss and exaggerated sigh. "Now I'll have to start all

over again." I was relieved to hear a quiet chuckle as I worked my way

down to her boobs again. I didn't spend quite so long there this time

and was soon back kissing her tum; this time without objections. Once I

got below her navel her demeanor changed. We had been playing up until

then, but now I was getting very close to her intimate places and she

was well aware of my intentions.

I

moved to kneel between her legs and she parted her thighs to

accommodate me. I continued where I had left off and carried down her

mons until I reached her cleft. Her labia were engorged and glistening,

with small droplets of my cum just seeping from her cunt. I bent to kiss

her lower lips and delighted in their texture and taste. Her clit was

also keen for attention so I indulged myself there for a minute or so

too. I leaned back to relish the sight as I stroked my middle finger

over and then inside her entrance, enjoying the results of my efforts as

Kate lay back and wallowed in the sensations of my fingers and my

tongue.

I

was soon ready to fuck again and I wanted her to be on the brink

beforehand so I went back down and took as much of her mons into my

mouth as I could as I used my tongue on her clit; licking and sucking

it. Kate whimpered. Eventually, I turned her onto her right side with

her left leg bent and entered her. I'd done this with Marie not so long

ago and she hadn't complained, and neither did Kate this time as my left

thumb continued to tease her clit.

"I

want you to come hard," I told her. "Squeeze your tits for me. Toy with

them. Play with them the way that you'd want me to." She did, for a

while at least, but then I could tell that she couldn't focus any more.

She was obviously close so I increased the pressure from my thumb on her

clit. It only took another minute to take her over the edge and she had

a lovely orgasm. I wasn't really close at that point so I kept sawing

in and out of her body for another three or four minutes until she was

begging me to stop, not desist, just stop. So I didn't, until we both

climaxed again. I felt like a god as I straddled her thigh, dumping

another load of semen onto her cervix as she thrashed mindlessly below

me.

I

arched one final time as the last rope of cum left my cock and I

stopped, looking down at my latest lover. For over forty years I'd only

been with Marie, yet tonight I'd fucked another two of her friends. As I

gazed at Kate, lying spent but content, still joined to me. I couldn't

regret what we'd done. I still loved my wife, possibly even more now

because of her generosity to her friends, but now I felt a connection to

Kate and Jo too. I couldn't imagine how I would feel if I'd just

screwed a couple of hookers, but I don't think that it would have felt

like this, Kate and Jo were real people; I knew them and cared about

them. I felt protective. Oh, fuck! I think I'd fallen for them.

Kate

and I spent the rest of our hour kissing, caressing and chatting,

discussing what we wanted to do to each other next time we were

together. I asked her what she wanted to do after our next break and she

looked thoughtful before admitting that she couldn't decide. I had some

ideas but I kept them to myself.

To be continued in part 6. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.