Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 7Quiet Little OrgyA retired couple invite some new friends home.

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Eventually,

by nine o'clock that Saturday morning, we had all showered and made our

way downstairs for breakfast. I was last into the kitchen as I'd

graciously allowed the women to go first. The dressing gowns that we'd

bought for our Wednesday sessions came in useful in that Sue and Margie

weren't faced with wearing their dancing dresses to eat in.

I

think they were both surprised at how relaxed the atmosphere was, I

mean they had both fucked their hostess's husband the night before.

Angie broke a comfortable silence as we ate. "Geoff. You know what you

promised?" She meant the anal bareback that she'd been harping on about

for a while.

"Yes my love?"

"Well,"

It was unusual for Angie to hesitate; if anything, her life would be

much simpler if she did think more before speaking. "The thing is, would

you mind if Sue and Margie came shopping to the naughty store and,

maybe?" She looked at me as shyly as I'd ever seen her. "Could they

watch while you sort of; do me? You know? Up the bum?" Marie snorted at

the look on my face.

I

turned back to Angie. "Are you seriously suggesting that we take two

women, who we've barely known for twelve hours, take them shopping in a

sex store and then bring them back her to watch you and me having anal

sex without a condom?"

"That pretty much sums it up," she conceded.

"Okay. As long as we're on the same page. It's fine by me."

And

so it was agreed. The two 'new girls' would go home in Sue's car, grab

an overnight bag each and re-join us at our house for another evening of

sexual exploration, including Angie's loss of her last virginity, and

then they would go home on Sunday morning.

This wasn't quite the weekend I'd imagined!

Anyway,

the five of us set off about twelve thirty and stopped at the little

bistro we'd found on the way to the adult store. Margie and Sue insisted

it was their treat to repay us for our hospitality. My clam linguini in

white wine and cream sauce was excellent and the women seemed content

with their meals too, so it was a contented crew who breezed into the

store about an hour or so later.

I

left the girls to browse at their leisure as there was a particular

item that I was interested in. Angie, very much a woman who was happy to

get 'in your face' if you pissed her off, also had a well concealed

submissive side that we had found by accident. I had resolved that, as a

treat, I would buy her a collar that she could wear when she, and only

she, decided she wanted to be dominated. I was aware from some basic

research that there was an entire sub-culture around this behavior but,

in our case, my only interest was to give my lover another way to

express herself sexually. When we had experimented before, Marie was

happy to play along but got no actual satisfaction from being

submissive. With Angie though, as long as we were careful, she could use

the experience to deal with some issues from way back.

I

found the relevant display and, satisfied that the girls were giggling

together over something obviously particularly intriguing and probably

disturbing from my point of view two aisles over, I made my choice and

took it to the counter. The shop assistant approved of my choice. "So

sir, for one of your ladies?" He enquired. I nodded. "Not S and M?"

"No. Just something she can wear to signal when she wants to be more, erm, passive," I explained.

"Perfect choice in that case," he replied.

I

took the collar and the receipt and put them in my pocket. I'd decide

later when to give them to Angie. There was something else bothering me

too, but I needed to speak to Marie first; a proper conversation that

would have to wait until this weekend was over. I had an idea, and I

hoped that she'd approve, but it was too important to risk getting it

wrong.

We

left, not quite as laden as last time we visited, each of us carrying

something designed to make sex even better. Isn't it sad that we're

conditioned to find that somehow shameful? Marie regards me as a work in

progress to break that conditioning. Ironic really, that it was her

reaction to some sexy underwear that led us to where we found ourselves

that day.

We

arrived back home a little after three and, while Marie took Angie

upstairs to prepare, I led Margie and Sue into the kitchen to help make a

brew while I checked the fridge to make sure that we had something to

snack on later, having already had one substantial meal that day. I took

Marie and Angie a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate biscuits and left

them in the bedroom. I had no wish to be part of whatever they were

doing in the bathroom with the bags, tubes and whatnot they had bought

that afternoon.

While

I chatted with our new girls I diced a red onion, prepped some chorizo

and sliced some Brie and Blue Wensleydale cheeses. I took a bag of

ciabatta rolls out of the freezer to defrost and put a bottle of New

Zealand Sauvignon Blanc in the fridge to chill. Okay, so it wasn't a

fine vintage wine but it was going to pair with onion, blue cheese and

spiced sausage: why the Hell would I use an expensive wine to wash that

down?

Our

prep done we retired to the living room and chatted about, well, sex

while we waited for Angie to make herself ready. I confess that I was a

little concerned that she'd invested a lot of anticipation in what we

were about to do. It would be her first time and only my second. What if

it all went wrong? What if she hated it?

I had a thought and dashed to the kitchen. When I returned a minute later both girls looked at me enquiringly.

"ED22,"

I explained, rather unhelpfully. The look on their faces made it clear

that this was not only insufficient but actually demanded a more

detailed explanation than if I had just said that I'd forgotten

something. I reminded them of my sexual performance the previous evening

and pointed out this would have been remarkable for a man in his

twenties, let alone someone of my vintage.

I

told how I was now in a user trial of a new generation of drug for

erectile dysfunction which allowed me, with no particular clinical need,

not to put too fine a point on it, to fuck like a steam train for

hours. We chatted about that for a while until my wife shouted

downstairs. "Geoffrey, ladies, if you're ready, the ceremony is about to

begin. Please join us upstairs, remove your clothing and take your

seats." It seemed like an excellent idea so that's exactly what we did.

Somehow,

between helping Angie with her 'purges', my wife had managed to get

another couple of chairs into our bedroom though admittedly one was a

folding chair from IKEA that we kept for situations where the six seats

that came with our dining room suite weren't sufficient. I stood in my

dressing gown, waiting for Angie to emerge from the bathroom, feeling

like a nervous groom at the altar. Sue and Margie sat in the seats

behind me wearing only their bras and panties.

Marie,

acting as mistress of ceremonies also dressed for effect in a pale blue

Basque and, well, that was it actually, waited for the tension to rise

before she opened the bathroom door with a theatrical flourish. "Angie,"

she announced, in her most sultry voice. "Your lover is here to rid you

of your last virginity. Do you willingly surrender to him?"

Angie

stepped naked into the bedroom and stood before me. She looked at her

friends assembled to witness something that seemed to be really

important to her and smiled. "I surrender my body totally to him. I ask

that he takes my anal virginity in the knowledge that no man has had my

ass before him and nor will any other man after him."

If

I hadn't realized before, it was out there now. Angie was making a

point here, she was giving herself, pledging herself, to me! Fighting

the urge to, yes, panic is probably the most appropriate word, I looked

to Marie. My wife seemed not just content but actually happily engaged

with this small but weird ceremony. I had really wanted to talk to Marie

before I took this step but the situation seemed to have arisen before I

had the chance, so I decided to take the risk.

Stepping

to my bedside drawer, I took out a small gift box. It was a generic

necklace box I'd found in the loft but it was fine for my purposes.

"Angela," she stiffened at my using her full name: that reminded her the

time I had hypnotized her and left some interesting legacy imperatives

in her subconscious. "Angela, I accept the honor you bestow upon me. It

would please me if you would wear this collar as a sign that your body

is mine to take, use and bestow at my pleasure."

We

all watched entranced as she swayed slightly as she comprehended what

I'd said. Almost before she could react I was in front of her. "Angela,

will you wear my collar?" She looked at me wide eyed and nodded

fervently. I continued before she could speak. "You may wear or remove

it as you wish but, when you wear it, You. Are. Mine and mine alone. Do

you understand?"

Angie

looked beseechingly at her best friend in the world, my wife, Marie.

How would she respond to her husband claiming her best friend's body?

With obvious delight was the honest answer. Marie ran to Angie and gave

her a massive hug. "Oh, sweetheart," Marie sobbed, tears running down

her cheeks. "You'll be like my Sister-Wife. I love you so much."

Then

Marie turned to me. "God! I love you so fucking much too! When you've

finished with Angie, me and the girls are going to fuck you so hard

we're all going to be sitting on soft cushions for the rest of the week.

Fuck! But you're amazing, you wonderful old softie."

While

Marie was kissing and hugging me, the other girls descended on Angie.

They helped her to put her collar on. Oh! I suppose I ought to describe

my gift; The description in the store's on-line catalogue was, 'A

discreet, rose gold, slave day-collar for submissives'. It was a

fetching circlet of engine-turned pinkish-gold with a small ring,

presumably for a leash, at the throat.

When

the women all settled down, Angie finally replied. "I understand. When I

wear your collar my body and mind are yours, and I give them

willingly." She thought for a moment. "How shall I address you? Do I

call you Sir? Are you my Master?"

I'd

given that question some thought, even as I was deciding whether to buy

the collar in the shop. "I'm still Geoff, and you are my lover, not my

slave. You will obey me, though, and I will discipline you if you

don't." I looked around the room. The other women seemed content with my

approach. Now for the big moment.

"Angela. Lay on the bed and expose yourself."

She took a deep breath. "Yes Geoff."

She

settled on the side of our bed, sitting upright, facing our little

congregation. Slowly she parted her thighs to display a tiny jewel

decorating the anal plug that her little ring of muscle was already

accommodating to.

I

looked at the new girls. "Ladies. How would you like to share my new

toy?" Without waiting for them to even consider how to reply, I turned

to Angie and gazed into her eyes. She knew we were connecting and

quivered as her body anticipated my next words. "Angela. Your master

commands you. Go to your happy place and come."

Sue

and Margie were stunned when, at my words, Angie clenched her thighs

together and slumped back on the bed giving every sign of climaxing.

Margie spoke. "I am definitely asking if I can have whatever Angie's

got, for Christmas."

"Go

on girls," I entreated them. "Before she comes down. Get her prepared.

The more aroused she is the less discomfort she'll feel."

Marie crossed to stand beside me. "That was lovely what you did for her, just now," she said, hugging me.

I

kissed the top of her head. "I actually wanted to talk to you first but

when I saw how important this was to Angie, I just decided it was too

perfect a moment to miss. Did I do right?"

"You did very well dear," she smiled.

We

stood like that for a couple of minutes watching two women we'd only

met practice their newly discovered lesbian skills on our best friend.

"Marie?" I began.

"Yes dear?"

"What are we? I mean you, me and Angie? Are we a;” I hesitated to even say the word. "Are we a throuple?"

"Geoffrey, I adore you but, if you ever use that word again, you and I are going to have a problem."

"I

know, I felt dirty just saying it. But seemingly not as dirty as Sue."

We stopped our conversation and watched, fascinated, as Sue appeared to

make Margie and Angie simultaneously shriek with delight. I shook my

head to clear it. "Anyway." I tried to maintain my train of thought. "I

was going to ask you about Angie's status; you know? Your friend, our

lover. What is she? Is she part of our relationship? Or is she just a

woman we have sex with? Will you think about it anyway? In the meantime,

I think it's time to claim my thrall's last virginity."

At

some point, Sue and Margie had got naked and I managed to grab some

delectable handfuls of flesh as I gently peeled them off Angie's body. I

had red somewhere that anal sex in the doggy position is less

comfortable for novices than when done prone. It looked like I may be on

the way to having enough experience to comment but, for now, I decided

missionary would do just fine.

Again,

research suggested that we should have vaginal sex first to relax my

partner; this time, local knowledge, that is my Dom's command to his

Sub, emphasized by a post hypnotic suggestion to orgasm followed by a

two pronged lesbian assault, suggested to me that she would be about as

sexed up as a woman can get without actually having three cocks inside

her at the same time.

And

so, after Angie's lovely ceremony gifting me her last virginity, the

moment arrived. Marie stepped up with the dispenser of lube and

delicately applied it along little Geoff's length. She stood on tiptoe

and kissed me. "Try not to hurt her, Geoff. She's been looking forward

to this so much." I nodded. I knew that only too well.

I

knelt between Angie's thighs and felt rather than saw Marie, Margie and

Sue draw close behind me. Angie looked up at me pleadingly. I smiled

down at her and gently pulled out the tapered stainless steel plug that

she'd inserted to ready her sphincter for penetration. Marie took it

from me. Before the ring of muscle could recover its usual resting state

I pushed forward as firmly as I could without hurting her.

Angie gasped as this new intruder made its way inside her bowels. I paused. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked.

"It's

so; It's such a strange feeling," she murmured. "It's not like anything

I've felt before. Let me just get used to it for a moment."

I

paused. I was about two thirds inside her and I didn't seem to be

causing her actual pain. I have to admit that I was having to get used

to some odd sensations myself. The ass plug made my penetration less

awkward than I'd expected, but her ring was tighter around my shaft than

a cunt would have been. It was odd too, knowing that the skin on my

cock was directly touching her bowel walls. Like Angie said, "such a

strange feeling."

"Go on. A bit more. I think I'm ready." She tensed, waiting for me to push.

"No babe. Relax," I told her. "We're nearly all the way there. A bit more lube please." That last comment aimed at Marie.

How

strange is my life that I can casually ask my wife to lube the part of

my cock between my balls and her best friend's backside so that I can

take her friend's anal virginity? How strange is her life that she did

it anyway with a smile and another kiss for me. I pressed forward again

and marveled at the sensation.

"Oh fuck!" Angie moaned as I bottomed out (Sorry, but I couldn't resist). "Fuck me Geoff. Do it now. Do it hard and fast."

So

I began, slowly at first, and not my favorite long strokes as I didn't

want to pull out accidentally. Another time it might not matter, today

it had to be right. So, gradually speeding up, I began to thrust in and

out, each time as deep as I could get. I looked wordlessly at Marie and

saw that she understood. The bowel doesn't have the same nerve endings

as a cunt. We'd discussed this earlier, so Marie and the others began to

use their hands on Angie's cunt and clit and their tongues on her tits.

I

could tell that she was getting close, Hell, so was I, but she wasn't

able to keep focus on anything. Her body was just searching for that

position, any position that would enhance the pleasure she was striving

for. Her hands clutched at the sheets, the heads of the women suckling

her tits, her own hair, as if she was trying to contain the sensations

in her head. And then, she reached the peak. She seemed to freeze, as if

movement would break the spell, and then she cried out, "O fuck! Yes!

Yes! Yes!" And then, trembling, she began to relax.

It

was a relief when she blew, because I was so close myself. I wasn't

sure if she even realized I'd come. As we all relaxed, my cock finally

softened and slipped out of her bum and I sloped off to the bathroom to

clean up. A surreptitious look on the way confirmed the effectiveness of

the girls' preparation. I looked clean anyway. Regardless, little Geoff

was getting a good wash.

When

I came out of the bathroom, Angie was sitting up on the bed, excitedly

comparing notes with Marie, who'd had anal sex with me once before,

although with a condom, and describing the sensation to the new girls

who hadn't. From their conversation their attitude could more properly

be described as, 'hadn't yet'. My alternate Friday nights for the next

few weeks could end up being 'bareback bottom nights', particularly as

Marie still wanted to try bareback too, at least once.

What

about me? Let's be clear, I'm not selfless, but I get pleasure from

giving pleasure. I can't understand a man who would pump and dump in a

woman in five minutes and think that was fun. I'd rather spend ten

minutes loving her tits and at least the same again between her legs,

knowing that when I actually enter her the resulting sex will be

spectacular. So did I enjoy it? Yes. Would I do it again. Yes, if one or

more of the girls wants to. Would it ruin my life I didn't? No. I have a

wife and her permission to screw eight mature but attractive sex

partners. I'm not going to moan about a shortage of anal sex. It's fun

but I sometimes wonder if it's worth the attendant preparation and fuss.

Sorry,

got a bit introspective there. I went and sat next to Angie. She

surprised me when she slipped off the bed and knelt in front of me. "Did

I please you, Geoff? " She asked. Good girl. She's remembered she was

wearing her collar.

"You

did well," I reassured her. "Even when you wear your collar, I'll keep

my promises to you. I was concerned that you were too invested in doing

this for the first time. Was it what you hoped for?"

She

looked serious. "It was amazing and it was something I'd never done and

I wanted the experience. But." She looked up at me. "Just as important,

I wanted to do something with you that I'd not done with another man;

and I knew Marie would be part of it."

"Thank you, sweetheart, that was a lovely and special gesture." I bent down to kiss her. "Love you, Angie."

As

I sat back up I caught Marie's eye. She smiled and inclined her head

slightly in acknowledgement of our previous conversation. She'd think

about it and then we'd talk.

Again,

Sue and Margie joined me downstairs while Marie helped Angie clean up.

They were only ten or fifteen minutes and when they came down Angie had

taken her collar off. Good. I only wanted her to be submissive in the

bedroom, anything else might be a step too far.

By

the time they got downstairs our filled ciabatta were already in the

oven and the wine was open and ready to be poured. We sat at the dining

table, the five of us just chatting and getting to know each other.

Marie explained how our sexual reawakening happened and how it spread to

include her friends and then Sue and Margie.

When

she got to the episode where we made a dirty video they insisted on

seeing it so I went into the living room and set up the TV so that I

could cast from my phone onto the big screen. When the girls had

finished eating, they carried their drinks in to join me and I pressed

play.

I

sat on one sofa with Marie and Angie while Margie and Sue sat together

on the other. By the time the video finished I was in the presence of

four rather horny women. Marie took charge. "Geoff, you promised Angie

that your cock was hers today. So you take her to our room and I'll

entertain our guests in the other. See you in a couple of hours." She

gave me a huge kiss and herded Sue and Margie upstairs.

I turned to Angie. "I'm all yours, sweetheart. What do you want to do?"

She looked shyly at me. "You'll think I'm weird."

"That ship disappeared over the horizon a long time ago, babe," I replied.

"Then;

Then can we just go to bed and cuddle? I feel, I dunno, overwhelmed? I

loved what you did for me but now I think I just want someone to hold me

until the world settles again. See? Weird."

"Not

at all. You feel how you feel. If you need comfort and affection

instead of sex, that's fine. I will warn you now though that if we both

doze off there's a fair chance you'll wake up with little Geoff wedged

into your bum crack."

She sniggered at the image. "Deal."

I

set my phone alarm for an hour and we embraced under the covers. She

started to reminisce about her two marriages and, while she paused to

think where it was she met her second husband, she dozed off. I think

that I was about five minutes behind her.

I

woke before my alarm went off and slipped out of bed without waking

Angie. I used the bathroom and then wandered down the passage to the

other bedroom. I tapped on the door, counted to ten and let myself in.

Nope, I've no idea why, that just felt appropriate. Marie and Sue were

tangled together, naked and obviously asleep and Margie was just

stirring.

"Hi Geoff," she whispered. "Did you want something?"

I

was going to say something fatuous but common sense prevailed. "Not

really. Angie's sleeping too and I wondered if any of you three wanted a

playmate for a while." I kept my voice low too.

"Where though?" She asked.

I thought for a moment. "Have you ever had sex in the shower?"

She

shook her head and eased herself off the bed. Holding hands we tiptoed

back to my room and, after reassuring myself that Angie was still okay,

we hit the shower. At first we just played at soaping each other, paying

particular attention to the fun bits. Then we started to get more

intense. My cock had been hard since I'd gone into their room; Margie's

attentions had got me harder still. She knelt in front of me and looked

up.

"I might not do this right. It's been a long time and I don't know if I'm in the same league as Marie and Angie."

"That

was very honest," I answered her. "So you deserve the same. Angie is

incredible and Marie is very competitive. I don't care. If you do this

for me here, now, you'll make me happy. If you want a master class, then

another time you can ask them to demonstrate, but at this moment it's

you here with me. Don't apologize for being inexperienced. Just enjoy

doing what you're comfortable with."

"I

want to watch you come," she said before she bent to take me in her

mouth. She had nothing to apologize for, as it turned out. She lacked

neither enthusiasm nor technique. She took my cock out of her mouth long

enough to add, "I think I've spent too long here with you lot."

She tried to swallow me again. Another break to take a breath. "I'm a respectable widow, a teacher."

Once

more into her mouth, this time her tongue tormenting the underside of

my cock. Then another breath. "So explain. Why am I on my knees, in your

shower, with your cock in my mouth, with the devout intention of making

you ejaculate onto my tits?"

This

time I helped her back to where she was most needed, that is sucking my

cock. I mean, existential philosophy is all very well, but there's a

time and a place, and this wasn't it. I could answer her question

though; mainly because it echoed my own worries when Marie shared her

epiphany, before she shared my knob.

When Margie next came up for air I was leaning back against the shower wall with my eyes closed, trying to hold back my orgasm.

"Tell me when you're going to come," she demanded, almost angrily, still slowly wanking me as she spoke

"Not long," I groaned. "So close."

"Good!"

I didn't need to look. I could hear the satisfaction in her voice. She

redoubled her efforts and I knew I only had seconds left. When I was at

the very edge of the precipice I did the most difficult thing I've ever

done and pulled out of her mouth. She understood and pointed me at her

small but firm tits and gasped with delight as I threw three or four

ropes of my semen over them.

"Oh

my God! I'm such a dirty bitch." She moaned as she looked down at the

gobs of sperm spattering her chest. "What the fuck have you done to me?"

Like

I said, I actually knew the answer to this one but this wasn't the

moment. I pulled her up and kissed her. "Now we have to wash your tits

all over again." I pointed out. She seemed okay with that though.

Eventually, with a lot of giggling, I finally got her clean and dried.

We

climbed into bed, Angie grumbling in her sleep as I shoved her away

from the middle to make room for us. I turned to Margie. They were going

home in the morning and I didn't want her judging herself, regretting

what she'd done or being too ashamed to want to see us again.

"In

the shower, you asked what had happened to you, what had we done to

make you do what you were doing? The short answer is, nothing. We just

showed you that we've found that it's okay to do things that give us

pleasure as long as no-one gets hurt. You embraced that and chose to

pleasure me. The act excited you. You wanted to feel like a wanton, a

slut, so you made me come over you. You knew I wouldn't judge you so you

did it. You enjoyed it, I certainly did and, if my wife had been there

she might even have helped you. No-one lost anything and we both won."

She

gazed at me as I spoke. Perhaps I was being too earnest, but I needed

to reassure her that she hadn't been corrupted, that she wasn't 'bad'.

"Look,

Marie would explain it better but, we've grown up with cultural values.

Some, not all, have social benefits that give kids a stable home,

provide networks of family, friends and neighbors to support each other,

positive stuff. Some though are moral or religious beliefs, imposed by

people like that obnoxious little twerp at the dance. He'd judge you for

what we did in the shower, but who the fuck is he to decide what we do

in private?

"If

we were engaged in a squalid little tryst in a by-the-hour hotel while

my unsuspecting wife waited faithfully at home, then that would have

been deceitful, wrong. But I knew you'd just spent an hour with Marie

while I was with Angie. No deceit, no jealousy, no hurt. Did you feel

naughty? Fine. Was it wrong? A thousand times No!"

Angie

stirred beside us. "Listen to him, babe," she murmured, sleepily. "We

don't often stop talking long enough for him to get a word in edgeways.

But gotta admit, the lad's a thinker and he's been worrying at this for

weeks. What we do here is nobody's business but ours. No, you can't brag

about it at work because some other folks are judgmental twats, but if

you can persuade one of us to do something with you, go for it."

She

laid back and closed her eyes. "Oh. And Geoff, for God's sake stop

thinking for a while and just go down on the girl and then give her one

for me." She turned over and snuggled down. Who was I to argue?

So,

after tangling tongues with Margie for a couple of minutes, I did as

Angie suggested, pausing at Margie's boobs as a matter of courtesy and

then taking a roundabout route down her rather flat tummy and on to her

mons. You are surely familiar by now with my appreciation of cunnilingus

and Margie certainly seemed delighted by my efforts. By the time she

finally succumbed to my fingers curling inside her cunt, I was hard

again.

Although

I really wanted to watch her riding me like a Grand National jockey, I

didn't think she had the co-ordination left to make it work. So,

instead, I turned her over on her belly and slipped into her from

behind, my personal second choice position and one that allowed me to

direct my movements to hit the sweet spot inside her. From the sounds

she was making, I was succeeding and she was getting quite vocal when

Marie and Sue joined us.

"Hi

Geoff. It's only us," came Marie's cheery greeting. Sue was apparently

rendered mute by the sight of me happily trying to push her friend face

first through the bed and into the room below.

"Hello love," I replied, breathlessly. "Be with you in a minute or so. We're; Almost;”

I

lost my train of thought at that point, as it's difficult to maintain a

conversation when your cock is doing all of your thinking. In any

event, Margie and I were both close and it wasn't long before we

crested.

Margie just gave a deep sigh. "That was nice." And she snuggled up to Angie and promptly fell asleep.

"Don't take it personally, darling," Marie quipped. "At least she stayed awake for the big finish."

"Right,"

I said, getting out of bed and faking a hurt look. "Unless anyone else

wants a go on my narcotic cock at this precise moment, I'm going to make

a cuppa."

Sue

managed to find her voice as we walked downstairs to the kitchen. "I

wouldn't mind one last go before we leave," she said quietly. "Unless

Marie objects."

I

decided to put my foot down. "Marie is sleeping with me tonight. Alone

or with a companion, I don't mind either way. But, if you want to play

after we've had a drink, I'll be happy to oblige. Marie?" I looked at my

wife. "Are you okay with that?"

"Yes Geoff," she replied meekly. Shit! Now what was she up to?

I

started to make drinks. Marie opted for a floral tea blend we'd brought

back from Portugal, Sue wanted just plain tea with milk and I fancied a

green tea. Drinks made, we sat in the kitchen and chatted. Listening to

them talking, it was clear that there was a spark between Marie and

Sue. I suspected a similar attraction between Angie and Margie. Did I

care? Not really; after all, I'd genuinely fallen for Angie, I had a

soft spot for Jo and I still hadn't seen Samantha naked yet.

I

filed the observation for the talk I needed to have with Marie about

our relationship with Angie. Our lives were getting ever more

complicated and we needed to make sure that things didn't get away from

us. I wasn't worried, as such, but I didn't want my wife's evangelical

mission, to bring sex to deserving women, to have the unintended

consequence of trashing our marriage.

We

finished our drinks and Marie offered a suggestion. "Geoff, you and Sue

go and play in the spare room; I'll tidy the kitchen and then go and

stir those two lazy cows upstairs and make them a drink too. Come down

and join us when you're done." We were almost at the bottom of the

stairs when she called after us, "And put some pants on. We'll be

sitting in the living room."

Sue

seemed surprisingly uncomfortable when we reached our room. I waited

for her to speak. Eventually she broke the silence. "I've never

experienced sex like this, ever. I love it! I just want to do so many

things I've never done before, but I don't know how to ask."

"Well

one way would be, Geoff, can we..?" I offered. "That's what Angie did,

and you saw the result. Is that what you want to do?"

"No!

Well, yes, definitely, but not now." She seemed confused but then took a

deep breath and centered herself. "Geoff, I think I'd like to try a

tit-fuck." She colored and giggled. "I can't believe I just said that."

"Sue, my dear, I'm delighted you did. Have you a preference how we do it?" Her face fell.

"You

see? This is the problem. I didn't even know there were options. I

barely knew it was even a thing!" She seemed so frustrated at her

innocence that she was on the verge of tears.

I

kissed her and made a suggestion. "So we'll try different ways and then

you will." I put some pillows on the floor and guided her to kneel in

front of me. I used the lube dispenser by the bed and rubbed the gel

along my length. I showed her how to use her hands to envelop my cock

between her generous boobs and then I started to move slowly up and down

between them.

"Mmm,

that feels nice," she said after a while. "Sexy, naughty, pleasing my

man with my tits. I like this. How else could we do it?"

I

held out my hand and helped her up. I threw the pillows back on the bed

and told her to lay back. I straddled her belly and saw her realize

what she needed to do. Because I was now more upright relative to her,

she had to work harder to restrain my cock with her tits. Again, I

stroked backwards and forwards for a few minutes.

"Could you come like this?" She asked.

Oh, definitely!"

"Are there any other ways?"

I

thought for a moment. "I've seen videos where the woman keeps her bra

or sports bra on and the man puts his cock between her tits under the

bra front."

"Would you do that with me another time? If we're allowed back, that is."

"I'd love to."

We kept moving as we spoke, until; "Geoff?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to come inside me. But not rough. Can we make love this time? Please?"

"My pleasure, literally," I grinned.

She

released little Geoff and I stooped to kiss her. She put her arms

around my neck and kissed me back. We spent some time just exploring

each other's mouths and when we broke we were both breathless. We shared

a look that said, wordlessly, it was time.

It

was Sue who reached down between us and smoothly fit me inside her. Her

warmth engulfed me and I saw her smile at the look of satisfaction on

my face as I moved deeper and deeper into her body with each flex of my

hips. She gave a deep sigh as she felt the base of my cock press against

her clit. That was it. We were fully mated.

Slowly

we moved together, both trying to find that perfect juxtaposition of

her Ying to my Yang to find the ultimate cosmic bliss we both sought.

I'll be honest; I think we got close a couple of times. After about five

minutes her languorous moves got more urgent, rather than coaxing me to

do this or move here, she demanded that I push harder or deeper. Then

she stopped talking altogether. Now she was grunting like a Wimbledon

finalist with each stroke. She glared at me: daring me to stop or worse,

orgasm before she did.

By

now I was at full stretch; we'd connected emotionally but now she, we,

needed to come, and soon. Her breathing was broken, uneven. Her body was

spasming. Her words, such as they were, made no sense. All thought was

gone; she was nothing but a body demanding release.

I

was no better. If she'd begged me to stop, I don't know if I could or

would have. But she didn't and eventually her cunt muscles clamped down

on me demanding my orgasm, willingly given, and flooding her cervix with

my fluids. I pushed forwards even more, willing my sperm deeper inside

her until I couldn't go any further. Then I relaxed and felt the

endorphin rewards flood my body.

The spirits of my male ancestors for a thousand generations celebrated in my psyche as I claimed my woman.

I regained my sanity and, still taking my weight on my arms and our conjoined loins, looked down at Sue.

She gazed up at me, "Dear God! Is it always like that with you?" She gasped.

I

shook my head, aware that I risked dripping some of the sweat from my

brow onto her face. "Every time. Different. Depends, person, place, all

sorts," I panted. By now my erection was naught but a fond memory and I

slipped out of her and laid down by her side. There was a tap at the

door and it opened. Margie shyly peeped round to see if we were done.

"Marie

said to stop showing off and get yourselves downstairs. Oh, and not to

forget some pants." She grinned at us, gave a little wave and left. It

still took us five minutes to get our breath back and get dressed. Well,

find some underwear and our dressing gowns. Holding hands, we joined

the others.

Marie

smiled as we joined them and rolled her eyes at me at the sight of Sue

clutching my hand. "Not another one?" She mouthed, silently. I shrugged

as smugly as I could.

There

was a bottle of sparkling wine and five glasses on the table between

the sofas. Marie held the bottle up and looked enquiringly at me. I

nodded and she filled the last glass.

"Ladies,

Geoff," she said. "Thank you for joining in our quiet little orgy. This

has been a first for all of us and I'd like it to continue. Thank you

also for witnessing Angie's little joining ceremony; I know it meant a

lot to her." I looked at Angie. Her eyes were shining with the threat of

tears. We all raised our glasses to Angie and drank.

Marie

continued. "Geoff has insisted that I share his bed tonight. Although

he said I was welcome to invite one of you to join us, that seems unfair

to the others. Would you be happy to sleep together in the playroom?"

"Oh!"

I thought to myself. "That's it then. Our bedroom and the Playroom."

Then another thought occurred to me. "Probably best not to use that term

in front of Linda. Not until I've had my chat with the kids."

As

Marie looked around the room the other women all signaled their

agreement. Margie spoke for our two latest conquests. "Marie, Geoff,

Angie, I have had more orgasms in the last twenty four hours than in the

entire last year of my marriage. I have done things, seen things, felt

sensations that I barely knew existed. Thank you so much for inviting us

into your home, your beds and your lives. You've changed us in ways we

probably haven't even realized yet. But," she paused and looked at Sue.

Sue nodded enthusiastically and Margie continued. "Please, please invite

us back one day."

Marie

stood and opened her arms. Margie walked into her hug. They kissed,

briefly as friends then Margie walked to Angie and did the same. Then it

was Sue's turn; Marie, Angie, the same chaste kiss. Then they both came

to me: a similar chaste but affectionate kiss and double hug, one each

side. It was lovely.

We

sat and finished our drinks talking about nothing in particular, just

enjoying pleasant company, topping up our glasses to empty the bottle,

and then we retired to our beds.

"Thank you, Geoff. You've been very understanding and patient this weekend. And you were lovely with Angie."

I

kissed her, for the first time in what seemed like ages. "It was fun," I

admitted. Sue and Margie are lovely, and I noticed that you have a

little crush going on."

Marie flushed. "Are you cross?"

"Oh

Marie! For fuck's sake! How can I be cross at your infatuation with Sue

when I just recruited Angie as my sex slave and gave her a collar to

wear as a symbol of her submission?"

She

sighed in satisfaction and started to snuggle down. "Oh no! Forget

that," I told her. "You don't get to go sleepy-byes until I've made you

mine again. You've been batting for the other team for most of the last

twenty four hours. I have to return you to the way of the cock. Submit

to your master, wench," I gave my best maniacal laugh and lunged for her

boobs. She resisted for, perhaps, three seconds and we spent the next

twenty minutes happily wrestling together. I came, she came, we slept.

Sometimes that's all you need.

We

dragged ourselves out of bed at eight thirty the next morning, Sunday,

showered and made our way downstairs to make breakfast. I went up to

give the girls a ten minute heads up but they were already awake. Sue

was getting dressed, Angie and Margie were allegedly saving time and

water by showering together; yeah, right!

I

told a grinning Sue to pass on the message and left her to deal with

them. To be fair they were only a couple of minutes over the deadline

when they appeared, flushed, content and completely unrepentant. We sat

together, like a family, enjoying each other's company until it was time

for Margie and Sue to leave. We were sad to see them go but they had

things to do before work on Monday and we had sheets to change, toys to

sanitize and hide. So we saw them off and did what we needed to do. Then

I had an idea. "Let’s go to the pub for Sunday lunch. My treat." Well,

it seemed like the perfect way to end a spectacular weekend.

Feel The Force.

So

there we were, Marie, Angie and me, in the pub waiting for our meals to

arrive that Sunday afternoon. Marie, my wife, was up to something but I

had no idea what. Angie, her best friend, our shared lover and my

recently acquired sex slave, seemed cheerfully oblivious to any scheming

and, as she was Marie's usual partner in crime, I suspected that she

and I might be the ones on the receiving end of whatever mischief my

missus was plotting.

We

were in the pub, rather than cooking at home because our Friday night

out dancing somehow turned into something of a sex marathon when Marie

invited two charming schoolteachers, Margie and Sue, back to our house

for an intimate little orgy. They left on Sunday morning each of us

having had sex with each of the others at least once. And, though we did

squeeze in a visit to an adult store, the sex sort of took precedence

over shopping for groceries on Saturday, hence Sunday lunch down the

pub.

Marie

and I had been married for over forty years and were into our sixties,

and inviting women to have sex with us was a habit she had developed

only over the last few weeks. At present we were both having regular

intimate encounters with Angie, also in her sixties, Marie recently

having cheerfully admitted she'd had female lovers as a student.

In

addition to Angie, Margie and Sue, Marie and I had already entertained

Jo, a gorgeous retired nurse, and Kate a lovely ex-copper in our beds

and we had arranged to host a similar encounter with Megan and Sam the

following Wednesday evening.

This

was even more complicated than you might imagine; Sam, was christened

Samantha about forty two years ago by her mum, Kate, yes that Kate, the

ex-copper we screwed last week. In addition, Sam is married, though

currently divorcing her husband. Apparently, being a knob-head is

grounds for divorce. God help most marriages if that news leaks out!

Even

more of a problem though is Megan. She is also married, happily, to

Charles, an old friend of mine. The issue is that while Megan is a

little older than us, Charles is a lot older than her. He's also in poor

health and has apparently been impotent for several years but is such a

devoted husband that he has implored Megan to take a lover. To date she

had refused, until Marie's made her offer to her group of six friends

to open our bed to them on a rotating basis.

Marie

and I went to visit Megan and Charles and he, with some caveats, gave

us his blessing for his wife to join our language classes. (Our cover

story if anyone asks about our regular visitors on Wednesday evenings).

Anyway,

back to the pub. Marie was sitting quietly while Angie and I bickered

about some arcane plot twists in the latest film in the Star Wars

franchise. (So what? We're both science nerds. Who are you to judge us?)

I think that we were amusing some students at the next table who were

obviously eavesdropping while we argued about the relative merits of

light sabres over blasters as side-arms for non-Jedi combatants.

I

think that we were all a little taken aback when Marie broke in. "I've

been thinking about what you said, Geoff. About Angie's place in our

relationship."

I

glanced somewhat wildly around. Only the five young people at the next

table had heard her comment but, oh boy, did their ears prick up.

"Really?" I hissed. "Here? Now? This is when you decided to bring this

up."

She grinned back at me. "At least I brought it up when we've got clothes on. Not like you."

Oh,

God! She was in one of 'those' moods. I knew better than to even try to

change the subject. It was easier to just go with it and ride the wave

to shore, as it were.

Turning

to Angie, Marie spoke gently. "Ange, darling. When you're with me and

Geoff, who, what are you? You know? In relation to us? Lover? Friend

with benefits? Sex toy?"

Angie

looked pained. "You know that I'm no good at this stuff," she

complained. "Why label it? If you're planning something fun, you invite

me round, I'll turn up if I'm able and we have a good time. I'm okay

with that."

"You

were certainly happy enough when Geoff gave you your submissive's slave

collar yesterday afternoon," my wife admitted. I winced at the

expressions on the faces of the three young women and two young men

hanging on our every word.

"Yes,"

Angie reflected fondly. "I might wear it tonight; if I'm invited to

stay?" She hinted. "Then Geoff can force me to do all sorts of wicked

things. I can hardly wait."

My

wife smiled and nodded her agreement. Obviously they didn't even ask

me. I noticed two of the girls at the next table were looking very

thoughtful; one of them, a brunette, uncomfortably so from the way she

was shifting in her seat.

Just

then our meals arrived. We'd all ordered the traditional Sunday roast

but I'd gone with pork, Marie with turkey and Angie with beef, apart

from the meats though, the plates were piled high with the same mix of

leeks, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots and potatoes all smothered in onion

gravy and topped with a Yorkshire pudding. I got the waitress to fetch

me another pint of IPA, the girls were already halfway through a bottle

of white Rioja. God! But they were going to be a handful this afternoon.

I

started to tuck in, praying that the combination of food and alcohol

might divert Marie. "So," she continued. No, I didn't really think she'd

let it drop. "As Geoff suggested while we watched Margie and Sue

pleasuring you, I've been giving this some thought." The brunette's eyes

widened even further. I hoped one of the guys was her boyfriend because

someone was definitely going to get lucky that afternoon.

"I

know you still do some part time consulting work, so you can't wear a

slave collar all the time: so, what if we bought you an eternity ring to

wear on your left hand? Like a cross between an engagement ring and a

wedding band. It could be a shared experience." She grinned across the

table at me. "You and I can choose it, Ange, and Geoffrey can pay for

it." She gave another smile and returned to her lunch.

Angie's

eyes were tearing up. So were the girls' at the next table. "Really,

Marie? I'd be wearing your ring? Yours and Geoff's I mean?"

"Exactly

sweetheart." Marie patted Angie's hand. "I'm still Geoff's wife so I

get to live with him but, because you'd be our special girl, you could

have sex with either of us without needing the other's permission. Even

at your apartment. The other girls will still only be allowed to have

sex at our place and only when it's their turn."

There

wasn't even a pretense anymore that the kids at the next table were

having a conversation amongst themselves. They were hanging on every

word at ours. I mean, it sounded pretty raunchy to me, and this was my

life Marie was describing!

Marie

took another sip of wine, looking thoughtful. "But if you can have sex

with us whenever you want, like this weekend, do you still want to do

Wednesdays? Or should we add Margie and Sue?"

By now I think that the brunette was about ready to blow. The girl with the long blonde hair seemed to be breathing heavily too.

Of

course, Angie, ever the problem solver couldn't resist. "Ooh! Ooh! This

is exciting!" My shoulders slumped as I smiled feebly at our neighbors.

They seemed to be regarding me with a horrified awe.

"How

about this?" Angie was in her element. "You have another double

bedroom; I could have that, you could have your bedroom and Geoff has

the playroom. Then you could invite three women round each Wednesday and

they could have an hour with each of us and you and I could have each

other if Geoff's too knackered afterwards."

Marie

seemed intrigued. "So the girls will be getting the Geoffrey experience

every two weeks instead of every three." She mused. "But now there's an

odd number." She pointed out.

"But

that's better," Angie argued. "Now we don't have to worry about Sam and

her mum having to decide whether to; You know? Have sex."

At

that point I actually decided to just concentrate on my lunch. Neither

of them gave a toss what I thought. I'd agreed to have sex with their

friends: how and when was obviously none of my business. But the implied

lesbian incest seemed to have created a stir next door.

I

looked over to see one of the guys patting the other on his back. He

seemed to be choking and the girl with blue streaks in her hair appeared

to have snorted a mouthful of lager out of her nose. I smiled. I'm a

simple man. I take my amusements where I find them.

My

girls had resumed eating as they considered. "I suppose;” Angie began,

between mouthfuls. I flinched. Now what? "If I list the girls in

alphabetical order, including Margie and Sue, then Jo, Kate and Lucy

would be week one." She paused for a sip of wine. "Then Margie, Megan

and Sam are week two and Sue, Jo and Kate are week three and we just

cycle through like that indefinitely."

"But what about Fridays?" Marie challenged.

"Well it was fun and all, but you can't really have an orgy all weekend, every other weekend, can you?" Angie fired back.

"No, I suppose not," Marie conceded. "It was fun though. Wasn't Sue a dirty girl?"

"Margie was nice too," Angie replied, rather wistfully, I thought.

We all went back to our meals. The kids next door resumed their conversation, though a lot quieter than ours had been.

When we finished eating, the girls topped their glasses up again and compared schedules to go ring shopping.

I'd

ordered another pint. In hindsight that may have been a mistake. "Will

you want a ceremony?" I asked, innocently a few minutes later, my brain

obviously befuddled by alcohol. "I mean like Saturday's, only with

clothes on."

"Ooh!

That would be nice. But who'd do it? I mean even if we were religious

there aren't many vicars who'd now pronounce us man, wife and

hyper-intelligent fuck-buddy." Angie had a point.

"You

could have a Jedi wedding. I know an official Jedi celebrant." It was

one of the lads at the next table. He seemed uncomfortable but, bless

him, he carried on. "We couldn't help but overhear you, and I know it's

none of my business, but I wish my parents and grandparents were as open

minded as you, so I had to offer. We heard you talking knowledgably

about Star Wars and then about a joining ceremony. So have a Jedi

wedding."

I knew better than to comment, Angie grinned like a Cheshire Cat and Marie just rolled her eyes in despair.

"Can we? Can we? Please Marie? I'll pay for everything." That was Angie.

Marie just sighed. "Will it make you happy, Angie?" Angie nodded enthusiastically. "What about you Geoff?"

"To

be honest," I offered. "I think that it's inspired. Think of it.

Compared to me wearing a morning suit and you two in not-wedding

dresses, dressing up in Jedi outfits seems almost sensible."

The

student at the next table hadn't finished. "I also know a lot of

cos-players with movie quality costumes. If you wanted an honor guard of

Stormtroopers, we can arrange it."

Even

Marie's stern gaze couldn't withstand Angie's beseeching look. "Oh, for

goodness sake. Go on then. It's a good job I love you two nerds so

much. Make the arrangements. I'm going for a wee."

We were so involved talking to our young fellow nerds that we didn't notice Marie come back, accompanied by the brunette.

"Geoff. Can you spare a moment?" Marie asked.

"Of

course, Love." I left Angie talking to Adrian, Mark, Tabbie and Alice

about costumes while I followed my wife to the bar. The brown haired

girl trailed behind me and stood quietly until Marie introduced her.

"Geoff. This is Emily."

"Hello,

Emily. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said honestly. Well, she was a

very pretty young woman with a slender yet definitely feminine figure. I

may be old but there's nothing wrong with my eyesight.

"Hi. You too," she replied shaking my offered hand

"Geoff.

Emily is a very shy young woman and I don't know how she found the

courage, but she followed me to the ladies to ask for a favor."

"Do

I need to sit down?" I asked, only partly in jest. "In the name of

sanity Marie," I lowered my voice. "You can't just keep collecting

lonely women. We're not running a rescue center."

"Relax Geoff. She needs advice, not sex. Well, not with us anyway."

I

interrupted my wife, I told you I'd been drinking, and addressed Emily.

"It was when Angie was talking about wearing her collar and getting

excited at the wicked things that I might make her do. It touched

something in you, didn't it?"

She

nodded, shyly. "But I couldn't understand," she confessed. "Your

friend, Angie, she's smart, mature, confident, nothing like me, but she

still wants to wear a collar and submit to men?"

"Not

men, darling." Marie corrected her. "Only Geoff. She's everything you

said but still, sometimes she just wants to turn all of that off and

just be Angie and let someone else take charge. Like when you were a

child and had grown-ups to worry about hard decisions and scary stuff,

you just trusted them to keep you safe. That's how Angie feels when she

submits to Geoff. She trusts me too, but he's just better at it."

Marie looked from Emily to me. "She's my bestie. We talk. She tells me things," she clarified.

I

turned back to Emily. "Do you have a particular someone that you'd like

to submit to?" I asked, gently; praying, against all reason, that it

wasn't me.

Again,

she nodded, barely able to look at me. "Adrian," she confessed. "But

I'm so shy. How does someone like me go up to a guy like him and beg him

to make me his? He'll think I'm a freak!"

I

explained to my wife. "Adrian is the young man who suggested the Jedi

ceremony. His friends are Mark, Tabbie and Alice. Tabbie has the blue

hair."

Marie took Emily's hand. "Look at Adrian. Didn't he hear what Angie said? Is he treating her like she's a freak?"

"Well, no," Emily admitted. "He actually seems to be fascinated by her."

"So

he should be," my wife retorted. "She's devastatingly intelligent,

incredibly fit and sexy as Hell. Her quirk isn't a weakness, it's just

another part of what makes her so special."

I had an idea. "Marie, could I speak to Emily alone?"

Marie

gave me one of her Paddington Bear 'hard stares' and left us at the

bar. I took the opportunity to get another half for me and a half for

Emily (UK remember. European country with civilized drinking laws).

Emily seemed to relax a little as we chatted and then we re-joined the

others. They had moved the tables together and were discussing our new,

non-traditional lifestyle. The youngsters seemed to approve.

Tabbie,

short for Tabitha, summed up their understanding of our lifestyle and

how it came about. "So because you felt sorry that your friends were

missing out on sex through no fault of theirs, you asked your husband to

satisfy them. That's so lovely. But you," she addressed me, "refused at

first because it wouldn't be fair to your wife if you had seven women

and she had only one man." We conceded that was the case.

"But

because your wife is happy to play with women too, you share exactly

the same lovers so no-one is jealous. It's brilliant! Your friends are

so lucky. But how come Angie is getting special treatment?"

Marie

took Angie's hand. "We've known each other since college. We were the

odd kids. My fascination with languages and Angie's talent for math

meant that the thing we had in common was being different. And we've

been there for each other since then. And Geoff has always been clear

that he's fond of Angie; not in a creepy, I should be worried way, but

in a pleased to see her because we bring out the best in each other

way."

The

young women's eyes were brimming as my wife looked adoringly at her

friend. The lads tried to surreptitiously wipe their eyes. Okay, I did

too.

Eventually we broke up, but not before I had a quiet word with Adrian.

As

we walked home, I asked Angie if she had plans on Tuesday. She didn't

so I suggested that she stayed over that evening. "Why?" She asked,

quite understandably.

"I've

arranged to meet Adrian and Emily at the pub at seven o'clock. Partly

to talk some more about our joining ceremony but mainly to talk about

your submissiveness. What you need, how to separate it from the you that

you need to be in public. Emily reacted to you describing your collar

and she's set her sights on Adrian. I said we'd be there to support her

if she can pluck up the courage to out herself to him. And he'll need

guidance if he accepts her. Are you ready to take on a couple of

Padawan?"

Angie was euphoric; Marie just groaned. "How soon can we get this over with and get you two nerds back to the real world?"

Angie

was invited to stay and I decided that, because Marie had been so

generous in agreeing to a Star Wars joining ceremony, we would take her

to bed and focus on her pleasure when we got home. I had allowed Angie

to wear her collar so when Marie was laid spent and content, I ordered

my sex slave to clean my cock, with her tongue, obviously, and then

clean my semen from Marie's cunt. Bless her. Her eyes lit up and she

bent, literally, to her task like a good-un. She did such a thorough job

that Marie even had another orgasm.

I

even managed to get a second erection for Angie's benefit, though I

made her get on her knees and beg me to fuck her before I would do the

deed. Afterwards, Marie and I showered and I had Angie wash and dry us

before I allowed her to clean herself. Eventually, I made her take her

collar off to be our friend again, rather than a very clever sex-toy.

We

came back downstairs to chill for a couple of hours before it was

actually time for bed. As I made us a round of hot drinks, Angie and I

discussed whether to go with costume or character for our own

not-quite-a-wedding outfits.

We

were still arguing when we joined Marie in the living room. She was

still in a post-orgasmic good mood so instead of her usual eye roll, she

showed an actual interest. "What are you arguing about?"

I

let Angie explain; Marie cuts her more slack than I get. "It's like the

old westerns," she explained. "There's an implied look for the good

guys compared to the bad guys. So do we just dress in a generic outfit

as a Jedi, the good guys, or do we choose a specific character from one

of the films and dress to play that individual role? We can't decide."

I

wondered, briefly, if it was worth putting one of the films on, but

even post-orgasmic Marie wasn't going to go for that. I did have an

idea, though. We'd subscribed to the Disney Channel when our grandson

Colin was younger and we'd kept the subscription going. I switched the

TV on and found Series 3 of The Mandalorian. Angie was fascinated and

begged for permission to come and watch from the beginning. I put the

trailer on to let them get the flavor of the show.

Even

my wife was entranced by baby Yoda, or Grogu as we found he was really

called. But what really surprised us was when Marie piped up. "I get it

now! I want to dress as her. Not like her, a generic Mandalorian. Her!"

Marie

pointed to the screen where Bo-Katan (a female Mandalorian leader

played by Katee Sackhoff) was looking pretty damn sexy in her armor.

"Gonna need some extra sheet metal to cover your tits though, babe,"

Angie pointed out.

"Maybe

so," my wife conceded defiantly. "But that is one hot biker chick

chiqué she's got there. And her hair is the same length as mine. I could

put a temporary red color on and really rock that look. Unless you have

another costume you want for me?"

We

had to admit that we didn't even have one for ourselves. So Marie

crossed her arms and sat back smugly content that she'd made her point.

We finished our drinks while we discussed how to schedule watching the

entire suite of spin-off series when Angie visited, starting on Tuesday.

That

evening, we all went to bed early and I showed Marie how much I

appreciated her thoughtfulness in my usual way. Okay, so I enjoyed too.

It's the thought that counts. Angie had dozed off before I could go

again. Well, there was always Monday morning.

To be continued in part 8. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.