Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 1

My Daughter's Panties

A retired couple disagree about Linda’s panties.

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

"This must be Thursday," the line from Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams kept echoing round in my head. "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

The reason for my bemusement was my wife standing in front of me waving a small pink piece of fabric in my face shouting, "And what do you think of these?"

Perhaps this will make more sense with a bit of context. My name is Geoffrey, but you can call me Geoff; I don't think I need to share my surname. I'm an ordinary retired bloke in my mid-sixties looking for peaceful life, as if; I'm 5 foot 10, and average build although my waist has thickened a bit since my days in the rugby club seniors' team. I still keep fit with regular trips to the local pool and walking a few miles every day.

My wife is called Marie after her French grandmother. Marie is a couple of months younger than me, also retired and has, as I tease her with, a curvy continental figure. Buxom, would be a good word to describe her. I love her to bits, even though she can go from naught to angry in 2 seconds. Oh, those passionate French. I have to be honest, however, the passions have waned somewhat recently. It isn't that we don't have sex any more, it's just that the periods between intimacy are getting exponentially longer. By my calculation, and yes that's how fulfilling my sex life is, the next attempt is due in six years.

We have two adult kids, Pete and Linda, each with decent jobs, their own homes and steady partners. Linda also has a 13 year old son, Colin, from a previous relationship with an idiot. I like Mike, her current boyfriend, he has an actual vocabulary; I think he's a keeper.

On this particular Thursday I had dropped my wife off at Linda's house to wait for a delivery of flat pack furniture from a well-known Swedish store, whilst I made a quick trip to a local builders' merchant for some bits and pieces for jobs the kids needed doing at their houses; it being well known that retired fathers have nothing better to do with their time.

It only took half an hour or so and I knew that Marie would find something to occupy her; either mowing the lawn, weeding the borders or vacuum cleaning the stair carpet. The woman can't sit still. This Thursday, though, it appeared that Linda had pre-empted her mother, the lawn was manicured, the garden pristine and the whole house shone. My wife, however, does not give up easily and had decided to look in the laundry basket to see if there was anything she could get washed, dried and ironed while we waited for the delivery and I assembled the unit in Colin's room.

I let myself into Linda's house and shouted, "It's only me! Where are you?"

"I'm in here," my wife called back. Now, like most men, I often miss subtle cues but this time I resisted pointing out that if I knew where 'here' was I wouldn't have asked where she was. Why? Because she did not sound pleased at all and I was the only one there to take the fallout.

And that's how I found myself standing in Linda's kitchen while my wife waved a scrap of pink fabric in front of me, shouting, "And what do you think of these?"

"This must be Thursday," I echoed Arthur Dent's thoughts. "I never could get the hang of Thursdays."

I realized that my wife was angry but I hadn't been there to actually piss her off. I apparently do have the ability to piss her off in my absence, but I couldn't think of anything I might have done that involved pink fabric. I decided that she may provide further clues if I actually said nothing so I gazed at her blankly and shook my head.

"Don't you know what these are?" She yelled at me. Ah, a clue; but no. I still have no fucking idea. I shook my head again; it worked the first time.

"They are crotchless panties!" She hissed, "What do you think of that?" I considered the possibilities. They weren't mine, I didn't think they were Marie's, I thought they were a little large for Colin, but if they were his, then I would encourage him to be who he needed to be, so that left Linda as the most likely owner. I wasn't sure why Marie suddenly wanted to discuss my daughter's, or Colin's, underwear so I stuck to a strategy that had served me well so far, and said nothing. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end and apparently now I was required to actually comment.

"What do you want me to say?" I asked, genuinely puzzled as to why I would have an opinion on a grown woman's underwear. I mean, I knew my daughter wasn't a virgin; there was Colin as evidence for a start. I also doubted that Mike spent the weekends at Linda's house sleeping on the sofa, so what was the problem?

"What sort of woman would wear something like this?" My wife demanded, "What would you say if I wore panties like this?"

I don't really know what came over me: I usually have more sense than to say what I actually think. Most men only survive to my age by giving the answers their women want to hear, never what's actually going through our minds.

"What sort of woman would wear something like this?" I repeated, stepping forwards, my voice rising. "Perhaps a woman who wants to excite her man, perhaps a woman who wants to show him how naughty she can be, perhaps a woman who wears them because SHE likes them, perhaps a woman who wants to feel like she's still woman and not just a mother!" Marie stayed silent as I took another step forwards towards backing away just a little from me. All reason has left me and I knew she'd make me suffer for this but I wasn't about to let my wife belittle my little girl, now a grown woman, for enjoying her boyfriend in ways my wife was denying me.

"What would I say if you wore panties like that?

"I'd say 'Sweetheart, put a short skirt on and that nice cashmere sweater and let’s take a walk to the park. Let's walk to the little shelter at the end of the path near the river; the one where you can see anyone walking towards you.'

"I'd say 'When we get there I'm going to stand behind you and lift the back of your skirt up and feel your bum, and if you're very good I'll reach right forwards through the slit in your panties and find your soft warm slit inside them and rub you from front to back and back again.'

"I'd say, 'I'm going to put my fingers inside you and, when you get thoroughly wet, I'm going to unzip my trousers and put my cock in your hands to get it really hard and then I'll put it through the slit in the panties and into you.'

"I'd say, 'I'll press against you as you press yourself back into me and I'm going to fuck you rigid until we both come. And while we're thrusting at each other I'll put my hands under your sweater onto your bra-less tits and tantalize your nipples until you could cut glass with them. I'll squeeze your tits and kiss your neck and thrust and thrust until we both come.'

"And then," here I paused, "I'd like to think that I could take you home and do it all over again in the comfort of our bed."

By now I was standing directly in front of my wife, not menacing her but waiting for a response. She dropped the panties on the floor and reached up to me and gave me the first passionate kiss we'd had for ages. I lifted my hand and caressed her tit; she moaned into my mouth and; then the bloody doorbell rang.

I went to the door trying to think my stiffy down. Fortunately flat-pack furniture has little erotic appeal for me, so the delivery man was not offended. After helping me carry it into the entrance hall he left, mercifully unaware of my recent sexual arousal. I went back to the kitchen to see my wife and, although the moment was lost, she seemed calmer. I asked her to help me upstairs with the package and she told me she'd follow shortly, which she did. She helped me to unpack the unit and set out all of the parts and fittings before she went back down stairs leaving me to do the manly stuff. Marie brought me a cup of tea a while later and we chatted, although she seemed quieter than usual, then she went back downstairs again.

These units always seem to take me longer than I think they ought to put together, but eventually I finished and called my wife upstairs to admire my prowess as an assembler of Swedish bedroom furniture. She complimented me profusely, as I deserved, and we both returned to the kitchen. There, while I was busy doing technical, guy stuff upstairs, she had washed, tumble-dried and ironed Linda's laundry and laid it on the kitchen counter. On top of the pile was a pair of neatly ironed pink crotchless panties with a post-it note slipped inside. The note red, "Oh, these look like fun. Love Mum," with a smiley face drawn at the bottom.

When we got home, my wife prepared our evening meal, as it had been my turn the day before, and I did some on-line shopping, ensuring that the items would be delivered next day while Marie was out volunteering at the local charity shop.

On Saturday I woke up before our alarm went off so I went in the bathroom first to shower and shave. My wife woke up as I returned to our bedroom and wandered off towards the bathroom for her shower showing her cute little bare tush as she went. I finished getting dried and dressed and made the bed, then I went downstairs after shouting through the bathroom door to see what she wanted for breakfast.

I took croissants out of the freezer and put the oven on to heat up as I made a cup of tea for each of us and set the table with butter and jam,  apricot, obviously,  for the croissants. As I was putting the tray of pastries into the oven I heard the shower turn off and the sound of Marie's footsteps as she made her way back to the bedroom to get dressed. Less than a minute later I heard a squeal. I had laid some clothes out for her; A pale blue cashmere sweater, a short dark blue skirt in a nice summery material and a pair of French navy blue crotchless panties.

There was a note slipped into the panties. It red, "It looks like the weather will be ideal for a walk to the park today, and this seems to be the perfect outfit. Love Geoff," with a smiley face on the bottom.

We enjoyed our walk as the weather was ideal; and the outfit was perfect. I think I might have finally got the hang of Thursdays.

Watching Porn

A retired couple find inspiration in porn.

I was sat quietly reading when my wife came in from her girls' evening out. When I tell you that my wife and I both retired in our sixties you'll understand that 'girl' refers to gender and attitude, rather than age. Marie, my better half, is a short, voluptuous woman with youthful features, shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes to match her tawny skin, a legacy of her Mediterranean French ancestry on her mother's side. I still enjoy looking at her.

I am entirely unlike her: An unremarkable man in his mid-sixties, of average height, short hair to compensate for the receding hairline, heavier than I would like but not too overweight and reasonably fit. We recently reconnected sexually after a longish dry spell following an episode I described earlier in a story titled, "My Daughter's Panties"

"Hello love," I said. "Nice evening?"

"Oh, yes, I suppose so," she replied distractedly.

I looked at her, waiting for some sort of follow up to her unusual lack of enthusiasm and then, none forthcoming, went back to my book. She disappeared upstairs to get changed into her jammies and when she came back down I put my book down and patted my knee. She smiled and crossed the room to sit on my lap. I put my arm around her and asked, "Did something happen tonight? You don't seem upset but something seems to be on your mind."

She thought for a moment, then said, "Do you know what 'Only Fans' is? I seem to recognize the name but I can't rember where from."

"It's a sort of social media app I've read about in the newspaper," I replied. "But the stories all seem to focus on celebs and wannabe z-listers showing their tits, and more, to paying subscribers to make money. I've no idea if there are less scandalous posts: That wouldn't sell newspapers. Why do you ask?"

"Well," she began, a little sheepishly. "The girls seem to have noticed that I seem to be a little more," she paused to think of the right word. "; Content the last couple of times we've met up and they wanted to know why, so I told them what happened at Linda's; and afterwards."

What happened afterwards was that our sex-life was reinvigorated, something that I, for one, was very happy about. I was a little taken aback that this was a topic of discussion amongst my wife's social group but, fuck it! I was getting laid again; she could shout it from the rooftops and I wouldn't give a shit.

I still wasn't sure why two oldies rediscovering their naughty bits would lead to a discussion about Only Fans, so I asked Marie how the topic came up. She explained, "Well, you know we meet early at the Black Swan, before the office workers pile in and leave about seven before the serious piss-artists start getting rowdy?" I nodded to confirm that I was aware of these facts, as this was the standing arrangement for girls' nights the first and third Friday of each month, and had been since she retired.

"So," she went on. "The girls were really interested in what we did, how often and whether we needed any; accessories to help out because of our age," she saw the look on my face and hastily added. "Of course I told them we managed fine without any sex toys but, I might have let slip about the panties. By now it was getting too noisy to hold a decent conversation when there was six of us around the table but I'm sure one of the girls said that I should get a whole wardrobe of sexy clothes to wear for you and share the pictures and videos of me modelling them on Only Fans."

"And did your friends explain why you should take up what is, effectively, borderline sex-work as a hobby?" I asked, rather testily.

"Not really," she replied. "And by then we were all getting our coats, ready to leave and I never got a chance to ask what she meant." Her voice got softer as she continued, "How rude are the videos? I've never actually seen any real pornography. I think that the dirtiest thing I've seen was Game Of Thrones on TV, with all of those tits, bums and willies on show."

I gawped at her. "Christ!" I exclaimed as I tried to think how to compare GOT to what is freely available to view on line. "Imagine," I said. "That there's a sex act you'd like to see: Absolutely anything." She nodded. "As long as you can spell what you want to see, as long as it isn't actually illegal, someone,  in fact lots of someones,  has a video of them doing it, often live, online. Even if it's illegal it's out there, just in places people like us won't go."

She gazed at me, eyes wide, "No way! Like, real sex, with stiffies?"

How could anyone get to our age and still be that innocent? "Yes dear," I replied. "Stiffies, tongues, fingers, dildos and, in one memorable video I've seen, a car gear shift. That put the next episode of Top Gear in an entirely new light for me."

"It's still early," she whispered. "Could you find some to show me?"

I helped her up, noticing a bulge in my pants as I did so; she could still do that to me after all these years! I powered up the laptop and opened a private tab. Marie sat back on my lap as I showed her how to find porn on the internet. If you're not familiar with the process, it's about as difficult as finding salt water in the sea. Now I'm not going to share details, but I've a go-to porn site I'm reasonably comfortable with, so I typed in the address and showed Marie the home page. The thumbnail images for the videos-of-the-day were more explicit than anything she'd ever seen in her sixty-plus years.

"So what do we have to do to see the videos?" She asked, urgently. I told her to press the Play button. She did and watched, entranced, as an entirely unconvincing college nerd came home early to find the pool-guy fucking his pneumatic step-mom; only for the nerd to step in to take over when the pool-guy apparently ran out of semen.

"Are they all that bad?" She asked. I had to admit that most were. She seemed disappointed that the explicit sex she'd finally just witnessed was so cheesy. I had an idea.

"Hang on," I said. "I think you might prefer this." I moved the cursor up to the search bar and typed in 'Sensual, Only Fans'. As I expected, there was a lot of dross but in amongst it, two or three links looked promising. I clicked on the first one.

After a four second ad featuring an attractive woman fingering herself, I was able to skip to the video. Marie gasped. The still frame showing behind the play button was of a man and a woman, probably in their late twenties, kneeling on a bed facing each other. The man was good looking and well made, but more like a runner than a gym bunny. His cock was erect; big enough to make any woman happy but not so big that the rest of us would give up and go home.

The woman was simply gorgeous. She glowed in the atmospheric lighting, as if she'd showered and rubbed herself all over with baby oil; which was probably the case. I could almost imagine I could smell the femininity of her skin. "Fuck!" Marie said, softly. "I wish we looked that good."

"You did, Babe," I whispered in her ear as kissed the top of her head. "But those two are forty years younger than us."

"Look at her tits! I wish mine looked like that," complained Marie. I pulled against me and caressed her tits.

"Trust me love," I reassured her. "Your boobs have nothing to be ashamed of."

Marie wriggled back onto my lap. "Hit Play," she demanded. "And take notes, there will be a test when I get you upstairs after the video finishes."

We watched the couple as they explored each other’s bodies with hands, lips and tongues. My wife sat forward and stared intently at the screen as the woman took the guy's cock in her mouth and, apparently inhaled the full length while looking lustfully up at him. She squealed as the guy went down on the woman, licking and sucking her labia with obvious pleasure. She sighed as the guy's tongue disappeared into his lover's cunt and moaned in delight a few minutes later as his cock took the same path.

We sat, cuddled together in the chair, as their love-making competed to their apparent satisfaction, the pearly white fluid seeping from the gorgeous woman's equally gorgeous slit as evidence that the guy, at least, reached orgasm. Marie looked at me and said, in a tone of voice that brooked no argument, "We. Have. Got. To. Do. That!"

I wasn't about to disagree but I did need some clarity. "Which bit?" I asked. "Do you mean go and have sex, or film ourselves having sex; you know? For your Only Fans site."

She looked at me as though I'd gone insane, "No, you fucking idiot! I want to go upstairs, dim the lights, cast that video to the bedroom TV and fuck each other exactly the way that they do, at exactly the same time as they are doing it..", I looked at the time bar on the video: It went from zero to twenty five minutes. I wasn't sure if I could manage to last that long at the best of times, and I'd just had a sexually aroused woman squirming on my lap for at least half an hour while we watched porn!

On the other hand; nothing ventured, nothing gained; keep calm and carry on; stiff upper lip and all that: one way or another, I was definitely getting laid tonight!

Marie looked thoughtfully at the screen and decided. "Right," she said. "You've got twenty minutes while I shower, dry and moisturize: Try to recreate the atmosphere from the video."

I looked at the guy in the video; erection? Sorted; six pack and designer stubble, not in twenty minutes. So instead I swapped out the LED lamps in the bedroom for dimmer, warmer bulbs from table lamps in the other rooms. I set up my phone, tablet and laptop at different vantage points to record our attempt to do a tribute band version of the chart topping performance we'd just watched. I stripped the quilt from the bed and threw it into the spare room. There, the stage was set; I just hoped I didn't get performance anxiety.

Marie came back, naked and aroused, from the bathroom. Her skin glowing in the warm honey colored lights around the bed. "You seem overdressed," she pointed out, so I stripped. I already had the video set up on her phone and mirrored to our TV, paused and ready to play. I walked around the bed, setting the devices to record, as she took her place near the center. I joined her and after a glance to be sure she was ready, I pressed Play.

It reminded me of dance classes we'd once tried, but we didn't have to keep time to the music and it didn't matter if we were half a step behind. It was magical. We kissed when they kissed; long and slow and languorous. When his hand found her tit, my hand found Marie's. When he rolled his lover's nipples, Marie got the same sensation a few seconds later.

When the woman licked the shaft of his cock from balls to tip, mine got the same treatment. Marie had never taken a testicle into her mouth until that night but she sucked mine right in as though she'd been born to it. She sucked me deeper and for longer than she ever had before and the look of pure desire as she watched her saliva dripping down my cock made me shudder with lust.

The guy gently pushed his woman onto her back and knelt between her thighs. Marie moaned in anticipation before I even touched her. As I began to lick around her opening she stroked my head. "I'm not fantasizing about him fucking me you know. In my head, that's you and me up there; the way we used to be."

"I know," I murmured into her cunt. "She's gorgeous, but you're real and here and all that I need." Marie shuddered as she climaxed for the first time, whether it was my words or my tongue on her clit wasn't important as long as she was happy.

I've never had a problem with cunnilingus but I spent longer eating Marie that evening than I ever had before. I licked around her lips and probed deep into her folds before I did more than nudge her clit with my tongue. I carried on watching the guy on the screen, ignoring Marie's pleas to change pace. We had a plan and I was sticking to it. Only when he put one and then two fingers into his lover would I do the same. When he put one hand on her belly with his other hand fingering her cunt, I guessed what he was doing and searched for that little area inside Marie and curled my index finger to stimulate it. She came again; that was twice.

He let his partner come down from her climax as he moved up to kiss her, cupping her tits as he did so. I copied him as Marie moaned again. After a few minutes we moved down once more, two fingers inside our women and sucking their clits in tandem: Marie came again; this guy's pacing was good! That's three orgasms for my lover.

Eventually we moved back and slid inside our girls. Back and forth we moved as the women gasped with ragged breaths, both sheened with sweat. We pulled out and coaxed the women onto their hands and knees and entered them from behind. I kept pace with the guy on the screen, resisting the temptation to speed up. After a few minutes I knew I was building to my orgasm but I also knew we were close to the end of the video. Marie kept insisting that she couldn't go on but I encouraged her, "Just a little longer, babe. You can do it!"

Fortunately, shortly after, the girl on the screen flopped down, just as Marie came again; four. Now both women were flat out on their bellies, their legs pressed together: We were on top of and inside them, our legs either side of theirs. We lifted our hips and thrust into them again and again, finally increasing our pace. "Look at the screen, Babe. That's what we look like. You're fucking awesome!" After only a few more strokes we all came together. Five for Marie, one for me, and I couldn't have been happier.

I laid on top of my wife, getting my breath back, savoring the best sex I'd ever had and resolved not to spoil the moment by saying something crass. As my erection subsided and slipped out of her I rolled off her and grabbed my phone.

"Trust me lover." I told her. "Part your legs and bear down when I tell you. Just like in pre-natal class." She didn't ask why, she just did as I asked and I photographed and videoed my semen seeping out from her cunt. Then she fell fast asleep.

I left her on the bed as I showered; then I went downstairs and made sure the doors and windows were locked. I brought two cups of tea up to the bedroom and woke her and helped her take a quick shower before putting her into bed, naked.

As we snuggled down together, I reflected on everything we'd said and done since she got in, and a strange sense of suspicion crept over me. "Marie," I asked. "The girl who suggested the Only Fans account; was it Lucy? Crazy Lucy? The one who even blondes call a dingbat?"

"Probably, yes, I think so. But don't be so mean," my wife murmured sleepily, "She's lovely. It's just that she sometimes muddles things up."

"So," I said, pursuing this line of thought. "When she suggested that you should buy some sexy underwear and model it on-line; is it possible that she didn't mean for you to expose yourself to strangers for money on Only Fans? Is it possible she meant that you should share your underwear photos just with the girls on; Instagram?"

"Oh, fuck!" Marie giggled drowsily. "We did all that because the dingbat muddled up two totally different apps."

Do Sexual Math

A retired wife asks hubby for a favor.

"Bye Geoff. See you later. And thanks for letting me share the video." With those words my wife, Marie, left to meet 'the girls' for their fortnightly catch up at the local pub.

None of the girls will ever see sixty again but neither will Marie or I. She is a short 5 foot 2, voluptuous woman with Mediterranean coloring and clear skin that makes her look ten years, rather than two months, younger than me. She has glorious, full tits with dark brown nipples that have barely dropped over the past fifty years. She keeps her silky hair at shoulder length and we pretend to ignore the fact she maintains her dark brown color with regular trips to her hairdresser.

My wife read my last story and was very annoyed at the way I described myself as unexceptional. At her insistence I will be less self-deprecating.

I retired early from my job managing a research team developing high temperature ceramics. And, no that doesn't mean I made teapots. I am 5 foot 10, tall and keep fit by walking and swimming. I'm quite broad around the chest and shoulders, probably a legacy from playing seniors' club rugby into my fifties, and my waist has only thickened a little. I have my grey hair groomed very short at the sides and I shave the top. I have blue eyes which she claims can peer into her soul.

She also instructed me to make it clear that my gentleman's sausage is nicely in proportion with the rest of my body and, as a short lady, much more of it would be too much. My wife insists I am in excellent shape for a man of my age.

As to the video. Well; As a result of a slight misunderstanding on the part of her friend, Lucy, or 'the dingbat' as I call her, Marie and I video recorded ourselves having the most incredible sex of our lives just two weeks ago. I dumped the files from my phone and my tablet onto the laptop and edited them into a single, explicit twenty minute video, complete with my semen oozing from my wife's cunt as an epilogue. The editing took me four hours and I was erect the whole time.

Given that Marie apparently tells the girls everything anyway, she had my blessing, if she chose, to show them the video on her phone. She's normally gone for about three hours or so, which I filled that evening by running to the local pool, swimming a few dozen lengths and running home. I showered and sorted my evening meal out then sat with a book until she got home.

I heard her come in just after seven, as usual, and waited for her to hang her coat up. When she came into the living room I couldn't read her mood, so I asked how her evening had gone. She burst into tears. Now, Marie is a complicated woman with a Gallic passion: I've seen her angry, determined, hurt, even vengeful, but it had been years since I'd seen her sobbing like this.

I sat her down and waited for her to collect herself before interrogating her. So, once she was composed I invited her to share. I'll tell the story in her words.

"I got to the pub just after four. Megan and Jo were already there and Lucy came in before I even got to the bar. I turned and gave Lucy the biggest hug ever and kissed her, smack on the lips. 'That's from me and Geoff,' I said, leaving her standing bewildered in the middle of the pub while I went to the bar. She looked over to Megan and Jo who just shook their heads. 'What did I do to deserve that?' She pleaded, to anyone. Jo suggested that dementia may have turned me lesbian but Megan argued that me being demented wouldn't explain why you were grateful.

Then Kate came in with a younger woman and introduced her as her daughter, Sam. Angie came in last a couple of minutes after that. It took a few minutes to get settled with drinks and introduce ourselves to Sam. Then Kate said, 'Girls. Is it okay if Sam joins us regularly? Her son has left for university in America, so the only reason for her to stay with her knob-head of a husband has gone. She's moved in with me for the foreseeable future.'

'Thank God,' said Angie, who has no filter, as you know. 'Some new topics for conversation. Speaking of which.' She looked at me. 'How are you fuck-bunnies getting along? Anything new you'd like to share?'

Well, I was torn. I had my phone with the video burning a hole in my pocket, but how to I explain that to Sam, a complete stranger? 'Hi, I'm Marie. Do you want to see a video of my husband fucking me senseless? If you wait until the very end you can watch his cum dribbling out of my twat.'

Angie must have seen something in my expression. 'You have, haven't you? You dirty little tart!' She grinned. 'Did you let him up your bum? Or did you do it in Tesco's car park?'

'Glad you came now?' Kate asked Sam. 'It used to be refined until Marie rediscovered sex a few weeks ago, now it's just non-stop filth: it's a massive improvement.'

'I wasn't really keen on joining you tonight,' Sam piped up. 'But mum said you were all good for a laugh. I was actually worried it would all be about bus passes and crochet'.

Angie snorted. 'The only way that will happen is if that mucky bitch,' nods at me. '...starts crocheting orgasms on the express bus to Durham.'

So I reminded them about Lucy's advice to open an Only Fans account. 'You didn't, did you? Are your tits on-line now?' Exploded Angie with her trademark filthy laugh.

That was my opening. 'Not quite,' I said, taking my phone out and looking furtively round the bar to see if anyone was paying attention. None of the handful of afternoon drinkers were in the slightest bit interested so I teed up the video and passed the phone to Jo on the opposite side of the table. 'When you're ready, ladies.'

There was an undignified scramble for a good spot on the curved corner bench seat beside Jo, and when they were settled she pressed Play. They all went very quiet, except for Angie who maintained a running commentary and kept score of my orgasms.

My friends watched as we caressed each other, as I took you deeper into my throat than ever before, as you licked my twat from bum-hole to clit, how you tongued me and fingered me to orgasm and then fucked me three ways to another three orgasms. They sat in silence, even Angie, as your cum leaked out of me, then they let out a collective sigh.

'Fuck!' Said Angie as the video ended. 'I wanna do that.' I looked across the table and realized that I was the only one with a functional husband: Kate and Jo are widows, Sam has just left her husband, Lucy is married to an asshole, Megan's husband is much older than her and impotent; and Angie is divorced.

'What's up, Babe?' Said Angie as the realization struck me.

'I'm so sorry,' I stammered. 'We were all in the same boat for so long that I forgot not everyone is as lucky as me. I'm so thoughtless! Please forgive me.' And I burst into tears.

'Marie, sweetheart,' said Megan. 'Our situation isn't your fault. We're pleased for you that you've rediscovered your sexuality and it’s nice of you to share with us. We're envious, of course, but that doesn't mean we don't want to hear. I loved seeing your video, and as long as you don't mind us pretending sometimes that's us writhing in ecstasy you're welcome to show us it as many times as you want.'

'Fuck that,' muttered Angie. 'I want cock like she's having!'.

I told them I wished that I could invite them all home with me and have you 'service' them the way you do me. 'Nope,' says Angie. 'It wouldn't work.' That's when we fell down the rabbit hole.

Kate suggested that I could set up a rotation, so that you got a new cunt every Wednesday until each of them had been serviced, then they would go around again. Angie said that was stupid. Sam sat open-mouthed as her mum and Angie argued about how to share your cock.

Lucy's idea was an orgy. We'd trick you into getting naked with us in the same room and then grope each other until you got so horny you snapped and fucked whoever was closest.

Jo suggested a lucky dip, making us all laugh at the double entendre and Megan suggested we arm wrestled each other for position with the winners going first while the losers went last; I think she was joking.

By now Angie was getting annoyed about what she said were stupid ideas for sharing MY husband. 'You're all missing the point,' she said. She argued that women hate it when men see us as a life support system for our hands, mouths, tits, bums and twats. But we were describing you the same way. A cock with a man attached.

She was adamant that if I came to you with any of their suggestions, you'd refuse. And you'd do it because you would think about it. Your cock's short term instinct to dive into any available cunt would be over-ruled by your head realizing that regular sex is a better deal than a quickie that ends your relationship. She acknowledged that even a good man might cheat on impulse, if he thought there was zero chance of being found out. But an intelligent man in your position would refuse, she called it 'Game Theory' I think.

She said you'd weigh up the benefits of sex with other women against the risk of losing me if I couldn't deal with the thought of you fucking my friends, and you'd have to refuse. I asked what if I was comfy with it and she asked how I could prove that to you. I said you'd believe me. She pointed out that she never would have believed I'd ever show them a video of me having sweaty sex, yet I'd done just that.

We spent the rest of the evening arguing how to persuade a loving husband to fuck his wife's friends. Sam's looking forward to the next time we go out. She said it's the most fun she's had in months."

Marie took a deep breath. "The whole conversation overwhelmed me and, as I walked home tonight, I came to realize how much I love my friends. I want so much for them to have the same intimacy and pleasure that I do; but they aren't. That's why I cried. Geoff," she looked at me earnestly. "How can I persuade you to have sex with my friends?"

So, for reasons I didn't really understand, Marie invited Angie round for a meal the following evening. Now, don't get me wrong. I think Angie's great. Nearly my height, strong features, wiry build, filthy sense of humor. She thinks nothing of walking for four hours to find a nice spot in the country for lunch, and then walking four hours back home. She's also incredibly intelligent, with a PhD in mathematics, specializing in non-stochastic relationships. No, I haven't a fucking clue what that means either.

Obviously, being women, both girls understood the dress code that evening and wore simple but smart skirt and blouse combinations. Being a man I found appropriate shirt and trousers neatly laid out on the bed when I came out of the shower.

Angie arrived, nearly on time, with a bottle of wine to go with the meal. We chatted comfortably as we ate and Angie complimented me on my video editing skills. We both teased my wife about how late in life she had found porn, but she flattered me by saying she'd never needed it.

We told Angie about how Lucy's confusing Only Fans with Instagram had led us to a porn site and then to making our own sex video. She howled with laughter. It was a while since we'd entertained and I enjoyed the back and forth bickering between the two friends.

After we'd cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher we moved to the living room and made ourselves comfortable. "So, Angie," I began. "Do you have a mathematical solution to my wife's dilemma?"

"Well," she said. "I'm treating you as an entity on a number line with variables driving you towards and away from the optimum, which represents Marie's wish for you to fuck her friends. The ideal solution would be to find an answer akin to a non zero-sum game."

Marie, an ex lecturer in modern languages, not a mathematician, looked to me to translate. "I think Angie means that if one of us has to risk losing in order for the other to win, then we can't come to an acceptable solution," I explained. "Ideally, the best answer means that we both win.

"I've another variable for your formula too, Ange," I said quietly. She cocked her head in enquiry. "Reciprocity."

"Fuck," she breathed as realization dawned. She looked at Marie. "He means that if he has sex with five of your friends, you're entitled to have sex with five of his. That makes him even less motivated than I first assumed

"I don't want to have sex with his friends," Marie wailed. "I just want him to fuck you!"

"I'm so sorry Babe." I reached over to take my wife's hand, "But I don't think I could cope with the thought of you taking another man's cock. Maybe that's pathetic and insecure, but it's the truth. So, if I can't cope with you screwing other men, I can hardly screw other women."

"Hang on!" Angie's voice rose. "Maybe Lucy was on the right track after all."

Well, it hardly seemed likely because Lucy is generally regarded as a bit flakey by her friends and as a total dingbat by me. Even so, I lived in hope that Angie had found something in Lucy's idea, because she'd lost me.

"And you," Angie pointed an accusing finger at me. "I'm disappointed in you. I thought you were better than sexual stereotyping."

"I'll happily apologize Angie," I replied. "Just as soon as you tell me what the fuck you're talking about."

"It's so elegant," Angie enthused. "If I promise to change your names, can I write a paper on it?" She saw the looks we were giving her and got back on topic. "So, Lucy's orgy, reciprocity and non-binary thinking. If we put the components together right, I'm sure everyone comes out on top!" She grinned evilly with her dirty laugh again. "Double entendre completely intended."

Marie looked at Angie and very patiently explained that if she didn't stop preening and get to the point very soon there may be bloodshed.

Angie looked at me. "Did Marie tell you that she passed on your kiss to Lucy?" I nodded. "Were you angry? Upset?" This time I shook my head.

Angie looked at Marie and I. "You see! It's the difference between cock and cunt." We both looked blank. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" She bellowed. "A chimp could understand it." Still the blank looks. "Alright, I'll do the version in crayon.

"Would you agree that a man's fingers in a woman's cunt seems way more intimate than a woman's fingers on a man's cock?" We nodded. "So, is it possible that a man would find the sight of his wife being intimate with another woman less threatening than with a man?" More slowly this time, but we both nodded again.

"So, if we incorporate Lucy's orgy concept, there's the win-win solution." She smiled gleefully. "I create a computer routine and populate it with the girls who want to participate. It will group them in pairs and on their turn they visit you as a couple and you, Geoff, have sex with them separately. The one you aren't fucking has sex with Marie; it's up to you whether you use one or two beds. If Marie wants to fuck you afterward then the girls can fuck each other too, if they want to.

"It's no good the girls visiting separately, because that only gives you a choice of a threesome or one of you listening while the other has sex. Neither meets the optimum criteria.

"It meets Geoff's reciprocity concern but there are no other cocks involved. You just assumed that Marie would have to have sex with other men for it to be fair but, in fact, this is even more fair because you're both screwing exactly the same people. Fuck! I'm a genius."

Marie looked at me thoughtfully. "That sounds absolutely ridiculous on the face of it, but at the same time it makes a certain amount of sense. I know that I have to consider how comfortable I am with Angie's suggestion, and I think I'm already starting to understand the situation I put you in. But would you think about it?"

I reached over and gave a her a big hug. "Certainly, but as a first trial of our new relationship boundaries, can I give Angie a kiss?"

Marie looked startled for a moment, then she smiled and said, "Of course. But remember, only ever with my approval."

I stood up and opened my arms and Angie stepped into my embrace. We put our foreheads together as we savored each other's proximity. I felt my cock twitch as my body recognized the feel of her tits against me and I felt her respond by pressing her groin against mine.

We looked into each other's eyes as our mouths moved closer together; I could feel her breath on my lips. Eventually they touched. She was softer than I expected and I savored her texture. After a moment our lips parted and our tongues began their dance.

Angie moaned softly and pressed herself even more firmly against my now erect cock. I moved my left hand to her right tit and kneaded firm flesh ever so gently. Her nipple pushed out and I squeezed it through the fabric of her bra. She shuddered, and I wanted so much to take her, right there, that I surprised even myself. My hand slipped up and down her back, cupping her slender but firm ass cheeks, pressing her crotch even harder against my cock while her hand moved down towards my special little friend.

We broke off and Angie looked at me. "We have to stop there don't we?" She sighed.

"Yes," I replied sadly. "I never asked for permission to take you to bed and that's where this was heading. God Angie! You're a sexy woman. However," I added mischievously. "You haven't finished yet. Reciprocity."

We both looked over to Marie who had been watching our first kiss. Her face was flushed. "What? Why are you both looking at me like that?" Marie looked at our two smiling faces.

"If you can't do this then the solution won't work," explained Angie. "Geoff has to watch you as you kiss me like a lover. And he has just set the bar very high. If you can't even kiss me or, if you do and Geoff can't handle it, or if you couldn't have dealt with Geoff taking me upstairs like we both wanted, the girls ain't gonna have fun, to misquote the song."

"Marie," I said softly. "Angie is a beautiful, passionate, sexy woman. Don't think, just respond. And, by the way," I continued in the same soft tone, but loud enough for Angie to hear. "I can tell that watching us kiss made you horny."

Marie stood up slowly and hesitantly moved towards her friend. They draped their arms around each other's necks end edged towards their first kiss. As their lips met I felt a stirring. I wasn't jealous, I was getting aroused. Their kissing became more urgent; this time it was Angie cupping my wife's ample tit.

"Harder!" Moaned Marie as Angie squeezed her nipple. Apparently Angie obliged as my wife groaned with pleasure. Angie looked at me as she unbuttoned Marie's blouse, layering kisses on the exposed skin as she went. I shook my head. I had no intention of interfering. I knew if it were a man in Angie's place I couldn't have stayed, but this was just so fucking erotic. Angie moved her lips lower and lower ever closer to her best friend's nipples while I watched as my wife arched her back, pushing her luscious mounds towards Angie's face.

In moments my wife's blouse was totally open, her lacy white bra the only thing between her swelling tits and Angie's tender touch. Angie stepped back so that she could grasp both of Marie's tits, kneading them with the palms of hands before taking both nipples between finger and thumbs and rolling the firm, proud nubs through the fabric.

Marie dropped her arms so that Angie, her new lover, could slip the blouse down, dropping it to the floor. Angie reached around and undid my wife's bra and released her splendid tits. Angie looked at me questioningly.

"Don't stop now, Ange,' I told her. "That wouldn't be fair to either of you."

"Maybe," she replied as she stroked Marie's tits. "But, reciprocity. Remember? If I fuck your wife tonight, then you have to fuck me." She bent down and kissed Marie gently,

"Babe, I've never wanted any man as much as I want you at this moment, and I've never been attracted to a woman before. If we do this, it proves we can share Geoff's cock, but only if you're going to be okay if I fuck him too tonight."

Marie blinked and looked round at me and then back to Angie. In a soft dreamy voice she said, "Fuck, but you nerds talk a lot." Then she started to undo Angie's skirt. As the skirt joined her own blouse on the floor she knelt so that her head was level with her best friend's groin. It was obvious that, while sex had not been a certainty that evening, both women had chosen their sexiest underwear, just in case. Angie was wearing pale blue panties, so sheer that I could tell she had waxed. Marie kissed her mound through the fabric.

"Geoff," Marie said to me as she slid her hands into the waistband of Angie's knickers. "You only have a shirt, trousers and boxers to take off. Why the fuck are you not already naked helping me undress this wonderful woman?"

Angie's focus was on Marie as she pulled the panties down and helped her friend step out of them. I was naked and beside them in seconds. Much as I wanted to stroke and kiss her newly revealed sex, this wasn't my time yet. "Can I finish undressing Angie, please? While you give us both a look at what's under your skirt," I begged.

We both stood up, pausing for me to kiss my wife and suckle briefly on her gorgeous tits. I moved to stand behind Angie, my stiff cock fitting naturally between her bum cheeks. I wiggled a couple of times to get; comfy, and Angie snorted with amusement. I reached around and squeezed her tits, reveling in their softness. She didn't have Marie's voluptuous D cup boobs but her smaller, tighter B cups fit her athletic build perfectly.

I wanted to feel her flesh on flesh, so I began to unbutton her dark blue satin blouse. We watched as my wife cupped her own tits and held them towards us, as if offering them to us as a gift. Marie smiled as I pulled Angie's unbuttoned blouse over her shoulders and slid it down her arms to join the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor.

I stepped back for a second to unhook Angie's bra, and she grumbled as my cock left its cozy little nest between her buttocks. She forgave me when I resumed my original position, this time she was the one to wiggle my erection into his new comfy place.

I put my arms around her waist and my hands began the slow exploration of her body, moving ever closer and then on to her gorgeous tits. Marie never took her eyes off us as her husband groped her best friend. Instead she had unbuttoned and then dropped her own skirt to reveal the pair of French navy blue crotchless panties I had bought her not so many weeks ago.

"Leave them on! Please," pleaded Angie. "I've heard so much about them. I want to feel you through the slit. I want to put my fingers in you. I want to make you feel so slutty. Then I want to take them off with my fucking teeth."

We were all naked now, except for the panties, so I leaned forwards to kiss the back of Angie's neck. "I don't know about you, dear," I whispered to her. "But it's about bedtime for us oldies. Would you like to join us?"

I watched as Marie her out her hand to her friend. They pulled each other close and kissed tenderly; then they turned and hand in hand, one naked, one almost, they made their way upstairs.

At that moment, as I watched my two beautiful, mature ladies

walk away, I knew that whatever happened tonight would stay with me forever.

It was obvious that Angie would not be leaving tonight so I checked the doors and windows and turned off the lights. I collected the clothes we'd abandoned and climbed the stairs.

The girls appeared to be doing just fine without me so I folded our clothes neatly onto the bed in the spare room. I used the bathroom and then walked quietly along the landing to our room. Marie was laid in the middle of our bed with her head propped up on our pillows watching as Angie, knelt between her thighs with her fingers through the slit in the sexy blue panties pushing them gently in and out of Marie's cunt.

I walked into the room and knelt down near my wife's head. "Hello, dear. Having fun?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She looked vacantly at me for a moment. "Oh. Yes. Oh, that's so good. Oh." She paused. "Oh, hello darling. Look! Angie's got; Oh, fuck! Angie's got her fingers; Oh, In me."

I leaned down and took the tit closest to me in both hands and molded it into a soft warm mountain with the hard brown nub begging for attention at its peak. Squeezing her tit I suckled on the nipple. She moaned. I grazed the nipple with my teeth. She moaned louder.

"Whatever you’re doing, Geoff, don't stop," ordered Angie. "This baby's about to blow!"

I'd guessed that Marie was so aroused by now that she couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain. I bit hard on her nipple, almost hard enough to draw blood, and her back arched as she came. I moved to her other tit and gave it the same savage love and she arched with pleasure again.

I moved down to Angie pulling her face up to kiss her and caressed her tit as our tongues grappled.

"It's time to lose these panties," I said. "She needs your tongue inside her. We'll let you take them off with your teeth next time."

It was the first time I'd ever seen Angie at a loss. "I've never been with a woman before," she said. "I don't want to disappoint her."

We pulled my wife's panties off, fully exposing her lady parts to her friend. I reached down and gently stroked her clit. She groaned softly.

I said, "Angie, pretend you're a cat and Marie's vulva is the best bowl of cream ever." She knelt forwards and began to lap my wife's labia. I stayed there, beside her, guiding her as she learned how to tease her lover, using her fingers and her tongue to bombard her with sensation: Stroking, licking, sucking, nipping and penetrating her, back and front.

Marie came again in a massive orgasm that left her breathless, almost comatose, on the bed. I turned to Angie. "I'm going to assume her tacit approval to continue what you and I started downstairs," I looked across to Marie. "I don't think she'll mind, under the circumstances."

Angie laid back next to my wife, who seemed to be lost in her post-orgasmic haze. As the bed was largely full of naked women it occurred to me that the traditional scenario of snog, grope, lick and then fuck might feel a bit cramped, so I decided to go off-script this time.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and picked up Angie's right leg, the one closest to me, and kissed the sole of her foot. She wriggled a bit but didn't pull away. I kissed the inside of her ankle and then progressed up her calf to her knee, kissing her soft sweet smelling skin gently all the way. Angie's eyes widened as she realized how this inevitably had to end and she parted her thighs as I moved ever upwards.

As I got almost to the center of her sex, I paused; partly to inhale the beautiful musk of her arousal but mostly to tantalize her by prolonging her anticipation. I move my attention to her left leg, starting this time just above her knee. Again, I moved slowly upwards kissing, licking and sucking her tender skin. I paused again. But this time it wasn't to tease. This time I climbed onto the bed, between her legs to let her be the recipient of the joy that she had just given to my wife.

"Please sweetheart." It was Marie. She was propped up on her elbows as she looked down the bed at me with eyes still heavy lidded with lust as I, her husband, knelt between her best friend's thighs preparing to go down on her. "Please, give the dirty little trollop a good seeing to down there for me. I seem to still have a point to prove tonight. Take her heaven and back. Fuck it! I'll even help."

So saying, she shifted to take Angie's face in her hands and turned her so that they could kiss. I know they started with tender kisses, and I could tell they got more urgent quite quickly. I remember seeing my wife's tits hanging down as she lifted herself to suckle on Angie's tits but the rest; I missed. I devoted all my attention to the vulva before me. I channeled my recollection of the porn film I'd watched together with Marie as we followed the performance on our TV.

I licked around Angie's labia; her outer lips then the inner. I gently kissed the hood of her clit, just so that she knew that I knew that it was there. I licked her slit from the wrinkled little forbidden place past her cunt right to her clit. Then I did it again so that she knew it wasn't an accident. Eventually it was time to put my tongue inside her, and she came. I couldn't take all the credit, my horny wife was doing her best to repay her friend for the loving they had just shared.

I started to lap gently at Angie's clit as I eased my index finger inside her. She was so wet it went in with no resistance. Two fingers next; then three, in and out over and over again. Marie was all over her. Kissing her lips, her neck and her belly. Kneading her firm tits, tormenting her stiff coral pink nipples with fingers and tongue and teeth.

Angie came again. It was almost time. I took my fingers out of her cunt and turned my palm upwards. I knelt up and put my hand on her belly, just above her pubic mound. Marie recognized what I was about to do and grinned with delight. She bent down to whisper in her friend's ear, "Buckle up babe. This flight's going to get bumpy."

Angie had nothing coherent to say in reply so, with my wife watching with laser-like focus, I put my finger back into Angie's cunt and felt for that, almost mythical, patch of ridged skin. When I believed it was there under the pad of my fingertip, I curled my finger just enough to drag the nail, so gently, along that little length of passage. At the same time my other hand pressed lightly on her belly.

Angie had been remarkably quiet. A lot of the time because Marie's tongue, or one of her nipples was in her mouth. This time she shared her feelings. "Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck! I'm;”

We never found out what she was going to say because she stopped speaking as her back arched so much, pressing her cunt into my hand as she came, that I was actually worried she'd pull a muscle.

"I think she's about ready now," said my wife, with a disturbing gleeful malice. "Let's fuck the bitch!"

I got Marie to help me put a pillow under Angie's hips and then she came to kneel beside me. "You were both concerned that I couldn't cope with you fucking another woman." She kissed me as she idly fingered Angie's cunt. "But I am actually getting wet at the thought of watching your cock slip inside her. Oh, I just thought! Can I put it inside her for you?"

Now, I'm not sure what the correct etiquette is for when your wife asks if she can be the one to put your willy into her best mate's twat, but I decided just to roll with it. "Knock yourself out sweetheart," I said generously. "She's about as wet as she ever could be, so little Geoffrey should slip in like a greased weasel."

Marie bent forwards and used the fingers of her right hand to hold the lips at the entrance to Angie's cunt apart. She surprised me by moving her head to the tip of my cock and slathering it with her saliva before gently leading me with her left hand to the promised land.

She stared intently as my glans disappeared into Angie's special place and sighed as I slid deeper and deeper into her friend. "That. Was. So. Fucking. Awesome!" She breathed as my balls finally connected with Angie's buttocks.

She lay down next to her friend and whispered, "Are you ready sweetheart? Geoffrey's going to fuck you now. Don't worry; I'm here too. We are both going to make you so happy."

Angie looked at her in wonder. It was as if I wasn't there. "I can feel him inside me," she said. "So deep."

"I know babe; I put him there."

"It's been so long."

"I know babe; he's going to make you come now. And I'm going to help."

I didn't need to be told. I started to move, just short strokes at first, but getting longer not faster. I tried to remember the pace from our porn film. Was this right? It felt about right. Thinking about the tempo had this weird effect. I realized I was fucking in time to Stairway To Heaven playing in my head. That was Marie's fault, with her, 'Take her to heaven and back,' comment. Still, it was working for me so I stuck with it.

Meanwhile, Marie was gently caressing Angie's tits, whispering dirty thoughts as she did so.

"You dirty little tart, you licked my clit. You sucked the juices out of my cunt. You licked my asshole and you put your fingers in me. You're laid on your best friend's bed while her husband fucks you and she's groping your tits. You're a lezzy whore fucktoy and you're ours to play with until we get tired of making you come."

I was impressed, particularly as she carried on in the same vein as I tried not to come too soon. Angie moaned. I have no idea whether it was in response to Marie's pornographic mind games or my cock sliding in and out of her cunt. I was in raptures. I loved Marie but here I was, fucking another woman while my wife helped.

Angie felt; different inside: Not better than my wife. Just; unfamiliar. She was soft and warm and tight and just, lovely. But now I recognized the first indications she was ready to come. I told Marie that Angie was close. She grinned. "Oh, good. It's titty clitty time!"

I had no idea what the fuck she was talking about, but to be fair I didn't much care. I'd moved on from Led Zeppelin playing in my mind to keep me on tempo,  I'd panicked when I got to Page's guitar solo,  to Clapton (Wonderful Tonight) to the Bee Gees (Staying Alive), now pumping faster and harder in 2/4 time to the tune in my head. I thought I'd need counselling when this was over.

Marie knelt up facing Angie's belly with her right hand on Angie's left tit and her left hand between Angie's legs. Titty clitty time started to make sense. I could feel Angie's vaginal muscles starting to tighten around my cock and I knew she wasn't far from her climax. I looked down at her, writhing at our touch. She hadn't a clue which way was up and I hoped there was enough left of her to remember tonight.

She came; and came again and again screaming as she did. Marie was relentless, squeezing Angie's nipples with one hand and assaulting her clit with the other, through one orgasm and into the next. I wasn't innocent either as I kept pounding even after my own orgasm jetted streams of cum against her cervix.

After the red mist cleared from our heads, Marie and I looked guiltily at each other and then down at her friend. Angie was laid on her back, her previously bright intelligent eyes gazing mindlessly at the ceiling; her taut athletic body now limp and glazed with sweat, my cum seeping from her cunt; her neatly groomed hair now a damp, tangled, rat's nest.

"Oh, shit!" I said. "I liked Angie," I said. "I hope we haven't broken her.

To be continued in part 2. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.