Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 11

Going Dancing

They meet Mia's mum and rethink their terms and conditions.

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

My name is Geoff. If you are reading my stories in chronological order you will know that my wife and I are both retired and involved, sexually, with several of her friends. One in particular, Angie, is so close to us that we have invited her to be a third person in our relationship and, to that end, we are planning a Star Wars themed ceremony to celebrate our union in front of family and friends.

Gone Dancing.

This account begins one Thursday, when our grandson had invited a friend's mum to visit us after school. Colin, said grandson, had asked us if he could invite Mia, a school friend, to our wedding as his plus-one. I agreed, on condition that her mum was okay with Mia attending and approved of her choice of outfit. As we were having our costumes designed and made by students at the local university's fashion design faculty, at our expense, I had veto rights and I thought Mia's choice was fine. But still, if Mia's mum thought that her daughter's costume would be inappropriate, they would have to agree on something else. That was why I wanted to meet them both.

Mia's mum, well, she had told Colin that she wanted to talk to us because she was a little confused. I assumed that was because Colin had asked her daughter to accompany him to a wedding involving three people, with the participants and guests dressed in Sci-Fi characters' costumes. I respected the lady for wanting to know a little more about us under the circumstances, before she consented.

Anyway, that was only one issue I faced that Thursday. The other was that the previous evening Lucy, an unhappily married artist in her early sixties, had offered herself to me as a free-use fuck-toy. Oddly enough, it took the three women to persuade me to accept her offer; I know; You would have snapped her hand off if it had been you; I'm a worrier, so I didn't.

The thing is, the girls (their words) suggested that Lucy wanted to help me to explore my inner self. As a retired materials science researcher, that wasn't something that came naturally to me: as an artist, it was what Lucy tried to do whenever she could. Eventually, of course, I caved and the following hour or so found her bound and gagged, tortured with vibrators, nipple clamps, heat, cold and whips before I finally had sex with her, twice. Fortunately, she loved it. Unfortunately Marie, my wife, found my apparent excesses disturbing. That morning, she seemed as though she was still trying to come to terms with why.

Marie seemed subdued as we ate breakfast. "Are we okay?" I asked, hesitantly, uncertain as to whether I'd strayed over some obvious boundary the previous evening.

"WE are fine," she tried to reassure me. "I, on the other hand, am finding that I'm not nearly as sexually secure as I try to try to pretend."

I took a leaf out of Ronan Keating's book, or his songbook anyway. Oh, come on; 'You say it best when you say nothing at all'. Surely? Never mind. I sat quietly waiting for my wife to gather her thoughts.

Her eyes filled with tears. I stood, took her hand and led her to the living room. I sat her on the sofa and cuddled up next to her. "When you're ready, I'm here for you," I told her. "You don't have to, but I hope you trust me enough to share whatever it is that's troubling you."

She gave a brave little smile as she took a tissue from the box on the coffee table. "It's such a long time ago. It felt like it happened to someone else, until Lucy described what you did to her: Then something just felt so wrong. I realized, only this morning, what it was."

I didn't feel so flippant now. But she was happy to talk without prompting, so I let her set her own pace.

Taking a deep breath, she resumed her explanation. "We were both about ten or eleven. My cousin Paul and me. We were just playing together in the garden one summer and he found some twine. We were comfortable with each other so I let him tie my hands behind my back and he tickled me. It was awful. I cried. Then he touched me, because he could. I couldn't stop him. I was bound and totally helpless. I started to scream and he let me go. I never told anyone and, by the time I met you, he was dead. He had joined the forces; a Para. He died in the Falklands."

Marie wiped her eyes. "It was wrong but, if he'd said he was sorry, I'd have forgiven him. We were only kids. But, without realizing it, I've carried that memory, buried, for years." She look apologetically at me. "I'm sorry, Geoff. When Lucy described how helpless she felt, it reminded me of that experience. I don't think I can do it."

I shook my head. She didn't understand. "Marie. What I did with Lucy was for her. Yes, I went further than I would usually have been comfortable with, but I made sure that she had opportunities to back out or stop at any time. She didn't." This was important to me. I knelt in front of Marie and looked her in the eye. "If I never do that again, I won't care. If it disturbs you, it will never be repeated. But I will never ask any of you to let me do anything that would hurt you. Lucy wants to do it again. Angie is desperate to try. Sam might enjoy something similar, so might Megan. But you, my love, you don't, so I don't want you to. It's that simple."

"You aren't disappointed?" She seemed surprised.

"Not at all." I thought for a moment. "Well, yes; a little." Marie's eyes started to fill up again so I carried on, hurriedly. "I'm disappointed that you think I'd feel like that. I will never expect you to do anything you don't want to. I will always accept "No" as a complete answer. No need to justify or explain. Are you reassured?"

"I think so. I think that I feel better for telling you too."

"What about the others?" I decided that while we were having this conversation it was the right time to set boundaries.

She understood. "I think I was worried that you doing this, with them, would normalize it. That you'd do it to me without thinking, or worse, resent me for rejecting you." She looked at with genuine concern. "You wouldn't; would you?"

"Never. I know who you are and I think I've come to know what you like. By all means let's test our limits, but never to the point where one of us is unhappy. Are we agreed?"

She seemed much happier. "Agreed. And, to be clear, you are free to do anything the other girls ask you to. It was Lucy who bragged about what you did, not you. And she obviously relished every second." Marie pondered for a moment. "Well, afterwards, possibly not during," she grinned.

We sat for a little while then went back to the kitchen, where I made us both a fresh cup of tea to replace the drinks that had cooled while we'd talked. We were just finishing the washing up when my phone rang. It was Mike. I'd offered to pay for him to take his wife and sister in law to the pub the previous night to spy on Lucy's fuckwit husband. I'd forgotten that he'd promised an update that morning. I told my wife that I'd explain later and hit the 'Answer call' icon. As Lucy was Marie's friend it seemed only fair she heard our conversation. I switched my phone to speaker.

"Good morning Mike. Marie is here with me and you are on speaker. Hung over at all?" We heard a snort of laughter.

"You should know, when you're involved with two women then obviously you get twice as much supervision. So no," he replied.

Marie looked enquiringly at me. "Mike, Marie is just finding out that I asked you to do some spying for me. Tell us, was Eddie there?"

"He was. And the group he was with were an obnoxious crew. Loud, foul mouthed boors the lot of them. Not just the men either."

Marie and I shared a look. "So he plays darts with women too?"

"Darts?" Mike sounded surprised. "Who mentioned darts? They don't even have a dartboard in The Fox and Hounds."

"Well," I explained. "Eddie told his wife, a friend of ours, that Wednesday night is now his darts night."

"Sorry Geoff," Mike replied. "The only double top your mate was interested in was bulging out of the low cut blouse belonging to the tarty looking slapper he was buying drinks for all night."

Whatever vestiges of guilt I'd felt for including Lucy in our 'language classes' evaporated instantly.

I needed to be certain. "Are you sure it was Eddie?"

"I thought you might ask, so I took a photo of my two best girls and made sure that my target was clearly visible behind them. I'm sending it now." A picture of two pleasant looking women in their forties popped on my screen. Marie and I both recognized Lucy's husband in the background. We didn't recognize the plain, big titted woman with her arm around his neck.

"Asshole!" Marie growled. I was puzzled. Lucy was admittedly at least fifteen years older than the woman with her arm around Eddie but she (Lucy) was slimmer, prettier and, from personal experience, a sexual dynamo. Why the Hell was Eddie rejecting sex with Lucy while he's all over the pooch in the pub?

I reminded Mike that he and his ladies were invited to our wedding and suggested that they look on-line for costume ideas. I warned him that some had already been chosen but they had all of the film and TV franchises to choose from, so duplication shouldn't be an issue. He promised to send me images once they'd made their minds up. Becky, his wife, was excited to be invited and wanted to do something similar for their shared lover, Ruth, though Harry Potter was more their style.

I reminded him to text his bank details so that I could pay my dues and, after we said our goodbyes, I turned to Marie. "Why?" Was all I said. She understood perfectly.

"I know Lucy is my friend but; That other woman, she's;” I was impressed. It takes a lot to render my wife speechless.

I had to ask. "Has Lucy ever said anything to make you think that there are some er, activities, that are off limits?"

"For God's sake, Geoff!" She retorted. "Only last night she offered herself to you as a free-use fuck-doll. She's always been sexually adventurous." She looked puzzled. "I can't begin to imagine what that busty blob has that Lucy hasn't."

Neither could I, so we shelved that conversation for later and turned our attention to preparing for our guests that evening. After changing the bedding from the previous evening's entertainment, we sat and decided on our menus for the coming week. A quick check to see if any store-cupboard items needed replenishing and we were off to our local supermarket. Marie hit the sea-food counter while I dawdled in the wine aisle. There was an offer on, so I loaded up on some old favorites and added a couple of bottles I'd not tried before. An Alvarinho vinho verde from Portugal caught my eye. It seemed an ideal partner for that evening's seafood dish. Into the trolley it went.

"What?" I tried to look innocent when Marie caught up with me. "There's twenty percent off. The more I buy, the more we save." She shook her head and guided me gently, but firmly, to the produce aisle. We returned home without further incident.

Angie joined us after lunch and we worked happily together prepping for our evening meal. There would be six of us at the table, but we made sure that there would be some leftovers for Linda, our daughter. She was taking the opportunity to use her early finish to get her hair done while Colin ate with us.

Short grain rice, seafood, onion, peppers, garlic and peas. Fish stock, tomatoes, chorizo and a pinch of saffron. All laid out ready for Marie to cook. It was her turn, once we'd had a chat with our visitors.

"Angie?" I asked, to get her attention.

She looked up from cleaning a piece of squid. "Yes dear?" We were being unusually domesticated so her mischievous grin was probably warranted.

I know you helped me cook breakfast, but you've never invited us to eat at your place. Do you cook or what?"

I noticed that my wife was now concentrating very intently on de-veining a prawn, suspiciously so.

"I can cook," Angie admitted. I could tell that there was a 'but' about to make an appearance. "Quite well, in fact. But." Yes! I knew it was coming. "I get really bitchy if someone is helping in my kitchen and they don't do exactly as I say."

"But you're okay doing this?" I persisted.

"Of course." She seemed to find the question rather ridiculous. "You ask me to rinse this; I'll rinse it. We're fine. But: In my kitchen, if I ask you to brown some onion in a pan, I expect you to use the correct pan, the right amount of the right sort of oil and to produce perfectly sliced onion cooked to precisely the right color exactly when I need it. Otherwise I tend to get a bit cross." She looked a little uncomfortable. "I know. That makes me sound like Gordon Ramsey with tits, but it's how I am."

Marie was trying to keep a straight face but eventually surrendered. "I once tried to help her prepare a meal to impress her first husband's boss and his wife. I was slicing some carrots and the julienne were slightly different sizes. She threw them in the bin and we nearly came to blows. In the end I just did the washing up and let her highness rule the kitchen. It wasn't worth the grief." Marie reached across and hugged her friend. "I still love you though. Even after that." They were both laughing as we finished off and tidied up.

We sat and watched some more of our Star Wars episodes while we waited for Mia's mum to arrive with the two teens. Exactly on schedule, the front door burst open and Colin bawled, "Hi everybody. We're here!" Marie went to greet our visitors while Angie and I turned off the TV and stood ready to meet Mia and her mum for the first time.

Colin booled in first, dragging a tall, pretty teenage girl by the hand. "This is Mia," he informed us. "This is my grandad," he pointed me out to his friend. "And this is Grangie," he said proudly. "They're all really clever, but Grangie is especially smart." He dropped his voice to a hoarse whisper. "She's why your mum wants to meet. I think we're best off keeping out of the way." He dragged her away to the study giving her little chance to say anything but a squeaked, "Hi" before they disappeared.

Marie ushered a buxom woman in her late thirties, an amazon, think Brienne of Tarth from Game of Thrones, into the room and they both stood for a moment, presumably wondering where the kids were. Marie collected her wits. "Wendy, this is my husband Geoff." I nodded a welcome. "And this is our special friend Angie." Angie copied my greeting. "Obviously, this is Mia's mum, Wendy."

Now the introductions were done, Marie asked if Wendy wanted a drink and we all decided on a cup of tea. Angie was anxious to help, she isn't at her best in situations like this, so it fell to me to entertain our guest. We chatted about the two kids and I took the opportunity to size up our new acquaintance. That was probably a rather Freudian slip. Wendy was a big lady. Not obese, even plump would be a misdescription; it just seemed as though there was a lot of her. She seemed to relax as we spoke. Colin was obviously comfortable in our home, the noises from the kitchen were reassuringly domestic and I made it a point not to stare at her magnificent bosom.

She was, in fact, a rather attractive woman. Pleasant, open features, a nice smile, long brown hair past her shoulders and, as I may have implied, spectacularly large tits. I made a mental note to ask Marie what cup size she thought Wendy required: purely for reporting purposes, of course. The other thing of note was that she was at least as tall as me; probably an inch or more taller.

Marie bustled in carrying a tray with four cups and Angie followed with a plate bearing biscuits and cakes. Marie excused herself for a moment while she went to remind Colin to make sure his guest was properly catered for. Apparently they assured her that they were fine and would raid the kitchen once homework was done.

Marie looked to me. Right; I was elected spokesman. "So Wendy," I began, settling back in my seat to seem less intense. "Colin has invited Mia to be his plus one at our ceremony and you are wondering what's going on. Is that a fair summary?"

She took a sip of her tea before she replied. "I'm sure you can see why that is. I don't mean to pry but Mia's welfare has to be my priority."

Neither of the girls seemed inclined to contribute yet so I soldiered on. "Angie here has been my wife's closest friend, since before we were married. I've always been fond of her too. But recently," I looked at the girls, they seemed happy with my approach. "Our feelings have intensified and we both regard her as being more than just a friend. We realized that we are both emotionally attached to her, and her to us." I paused to make sure that Wendy was on the same page, or at least not stricken with horror. In the absence of any expression of disgust, I continued. "We want to declare our affection publicly and formalize, as best we can within the law, our new relationship. Marie and I have already had a traditional wedding; so has Angela; twice, in fact. We decided that a themed ceremony might be more entertaining for us and our guests."

She seemed interested rather than appalled so I kept going. "Hence Colin's invitation to Mia to accompany him in a costume to fit in with our Star Wars theme." I decided that was a good place to stop for feedback.

"So this 'ceremony' that Colin has invited my daughter to is to acknowledge you two, a legally married couple, inviting you, Angela, into your relationship?" She paused, gazing thoughtfully at us all. "That's so lovely. I wish more people would open themselves up to their feelings like that." Her smile as she spoke illuminated the room.

"Does that mean you are okay with Mia attending with Colin?" Marie asked. "They will be the youngest ones there."

Wendy was dismissive. "Colin is a lovely polite lad. His mother seems nice and I'm not getting any worrying vibes from any of you. I'm happy and Mia seems keen to be there."

"Has she discussed her outfit?" That was me.

"Her dad was a fan of the films, so I think I've seen them all. Most of the costumes are fairly tame, and the one Mia showed me, the white stretch suit, is no more revealing than the tight joggers and crop tops girls her age wear every weekend to go shopping." She looked a little wistful.

I glanced at my wife and got an almost imperceptible nod in reply. "Wendy. If you'd like, we'd be happy to extend the invitation to you too; if you don't think Mia would think you were being a third wheel on their date."

"Who would I go as?" She snorted. "Jabba the Hutt? I mean, look at me."

We did. She was tall, broad shouldered but proportioned, with an actual waistline. Her long hair and feminine features rather mitigated her size. Did I mention her boobs? She had a lovely complexion too. All in all she was a big sexy woman who didn't see what we did.

Angie said what I was just beginning to consider. "Cara Dune," she blurted out. Then, putting her hand to her mouth, she looked to me to rescue her. Wendy seemed nonplussed.

"We're part way through watching some TV spinoffs," I explained. "Angie and I admit to being Sci-Fi nerds. One of the female characters, Cara Dune, is a powerfully built woman. Let Marie show you the costume she has chosen already while Angie finds some Cara images. Meanwhile, I'll go and check on the kids."

I left the three women scrolling through their phones and sought out the two teenagers in the study. I made sure they heard me coming; I wasn't trying to catch them having a quiet cuddle. In reality, they were both reading studiously when I opened the door. I smiled to myself. Colin's book was upside down. I pointed and made circle motion with my finger. He looked puzzled then down at his book and blushed. "Drat! Mia, we've been busted."

I shook my head and tapped the side of my nose. "Be sensible and be discreet. That's all we expect. Now do you want anything in the kitchen?"

They both declined so I left them to their 'reading'. I left the door open, just to make a point.

Back in the living room, the three women were happily comparing notes. Wendy loved the idea of Mia in white and Colin in black. She was amazed at the warrior costume Marie had chosen and how similar in principle it was to Cara Dune's. She was obviously intrigued by our idea.

"The thing is," Wendy said, hesitantly. "I'm not sure that I can really afford two costumes. Not this intricate, anyway."

"Sweetheart, that's not your problem," Angie reassured her. "I'm paying for everyone's costume. We're having them all individually made at my expense. You just have to turn up to get measured."

Wendy wasn't convinced. "You don't want a whale like me at your ceremony. Can you imagine me in the background of your photos?"

Marie looked frustrated. "Geoff, for pity's sake tell her; be honest."

"Wendy," I began. "That's twice you've disparaged yourself since you arrived." She seemed surprised at my speaking so plainly. "You heard Marie tell me to be honest with you, so here goes. You are a strikingly attractive woman. Yes," I conceded. "Some men might find your presence intimidating. Most men would just find you fascinating."

Still standing, I held my hands out and she took them in hers. I pulled her to her feet and stepped back. All three women watched in silence as I carefully scrutinized her from head to toe. "You are stunning, even standing there in casual clothes. Please. Tell us; what is it about you that would be so awful in our wedding album?"

She appeared to be on the verge of tears. "I'm just a great big Heffalump," she choked out. "All height and ass and tits with a big belly."

"Did a man tell you that, dear?" Marie asked quietly. "Because if he did, it was only to hurt you. It isn't true; Geoffrey's quite right. You're lovely."

Angie surprised us by standing and pulling Wendy into a hug. "A friend of ours was in a similar situation," she whispered. "Her husband told her that she was too old and wrinkled to be desirable. Geoff told her the truth too. She's sweet, talented and sexy. You have attributes that make you so special. Own them. Make them yours. Bollocks to whoever tells you otherwise."

Angie pulled back and put her hands on Wendy's shoulders. "I know that I'm not pretty like our friend Lucy, or booby like you and Marie and I know a lot of people think that I'm a bit odd. But these two found something in me worth loving. Listen to them. Colin is a good judge of character and he likes your daughter: That makes you a good mum. We've only just met you and we like you already. Geoff has told you how attractive you are. Why are you still allowing those words, designed to hurt you, to define you? You're gorgeous, so just damn well accept it."

She sat down. It was a toss-up which of the rest of us was most taken aback. Marie recovered first. "That was very eloquent, dear. Perhaps we three might talk privately later," she suggested to Angie.

Wendy looked at me in bemusement and I indicated that she should sit back down. "Obviously, Angie has some experiences in common with you," I told her. "And it's true, our friend's husband was trying to convince her that she was the reason he was avoiding sex. It was a lie. I agree with Angie. I maintain that you are an arrestingly attractive woman and we'll be delighted to have you at our wedding and I look forward to admiring every photo you appear in."

We heard footsteps coming down the hall so, by tacit agreement, we changed the subject. While Wendy consulted with the kids about their costumes, Angie and I found Series 1, Episode 7, in which the Cara character appears. We started it playing in the background as Marie announced that she was going to start cooking and that the table needed setting. Colin picked up the hint and dragged Mia along to help.

Wendy watched them fondly. "He's so good for her. She was really quiet after her dad left but Colin just lets her be. He doesn't tell her how to feel, or to get over it, like some of her family and friends do. He's just there for her." Angie shot me a glance. I shrugged; so the lad's got empathy, it's not like I did anything to make it happen.

We skipped through the program until the statuesque female peacekeeper appeared and we hit pause. Wendy hadn't seen the TV series so she was unprepared to see a leading character with her build. "Mia," she called. "Do you have a minute?"

Both kids joined us. Wendy pointed to the frozen image on the screen. "Would you be okay if I came to the ceremony too, in that costume? You'll still be with Colin. I'll stay with the grown-ups and not intrude."

Mia looked uncertain. "Are you really asking for my permission?"

"Yes, love," her mum replied. "You were invited first, not me. Now I've been invited too, but I won't go if it makes you uncomfortable."

Mia glanced at Colin. "I love the costume, mum. We're fine with it; aren't we?" She added, a little hesitantly, looking to Colin for reassurance.

"Of course. Your mum's great and she'll enjoy herself with the oldies' friends. Who's having wine?" He called as he hauled Mia back to grandma in the kitchen.

"Everyone but you two," I shouted after them.

"He's so at ease here, isn't he?" Wendy observed.

"His mum and dad separated just after he was four. Colin still sees his dad now and again but it always seems like hard work. Since they split he's been here after school almost every day so that Linda could keep her job. This is his second home."

"And Geoff is his male role model," Angie added. "His uncle Peter is a fine man too but he lives too far away to see Colin regularly."

Linda's boyfriend, Mike, is a nice enough chap," I pointed out. "But Colin doesn't treat him like a dad. They get on okay but that's as far as it goes."

"We've not heard from Mia's father in three years," Wendy admitted.

"She seems like such a lovely girl. How could anyone abandon her?" I wondered. Apparently none of us could answer that.

We restarted the program and watched until Marie called us to the dining room. We took our seats and watched in amusement as Colin opened the chilled vinho verde and poured a taster into Wendy's glass for her to sample. He stood back as she swirled the wine in the glass and watched approvingly as she took a sip. "Oh! It's fizzy," she exclaimed. "That's very nice," she informed our sommelier, who proceeded to top up our glasses.

As he was finishing, Mia carried in a bowl of charred green chilies and put them on the table. Padron peppers; allegedly, one in every thirty is a scorcher. It's like a Spanish roulette. I might tell you later who got a hot one.

Last was Marie with a large pan full of paella. "Dig in," she instructed. "I've already kept some back for Linda."

The meal was sublime and the company was excellent. We finally got to hear Mia say more than a few words and she seemed like a thoughtful and intelligent girl. "Mum," she said at one point. "Colin's grandma showed me the recipe for this paella. Would you help me to cook it at our house?"

Wendy looked at Marie. "I'm not very confident in the kitchen," she conceded. "With work and just the two of us, I tend to reheat ready meals or convenience foods."

"We've all been there," my wife agreed. "So why not do something special at the weekend. You could even," she suggested to Mia, "make a larger batch and freeze some for weekdays."

She smiled at the girl. "We have dozens of cook-books. After tea we'll go and find some for you to borrow."

Linda arrived a little after six and, after greeting ourselves and our guests, retired to the kitchen to reheat and enjoy the paella her mother had kept for her. Meal completed, she joined the rest of us and chatted until it was time for the parents to get their kids home; next day was a school day.

As the three of us tidied up, Angie was staying the night, Marie told me that she'd had a girl talk with Mia. "Is Colin my boyfriend?" Mia had asked as they were browsing our cook books. Marie had suggested that being boyfriend and girlfriend would make their lives needlessly complicated at the moment. Colin might not be as comfortable talking to other girls and Mia would have to reconsider her friendships with other boys. If, however, they were just friends then those pressures weren't important. Apparently, Mia seemed relieved when Marie advised her to leave the messy romantic stuff until they were old enough for it to be an issue. I think Colin would be relieved too, if he ever found out.

That evening, I sent the girls to bed early, a little before ten. I joined them half an hour later, not having taken a pharmaceutical aid, and Marie generously helped me take our fiancée to another orgasm. While Angie got her breath back Marie and I just played quietly together. Their urgency was spent now, tender touches were the order of the day, for a while at least. In time, of course, passions built and I got hard again and slipped into my wife's most intimate place. Angie was recovered by then and she suckled on her friend's tits and toyed with her clit while I pistoned in and out, trying to angle myself to focus on the front of her cunt. My technique seemed to be successful, judging by the speed and intensity of her climax. In fairness, Angie's finger was virtually a blur in those last seconds so, credit where credit's due.

As we lay in bed the following morning, Friday, I asked my sleepy bedfellows if were dancing that evening. "Of course," Marie mumbled. "We need to ask Sue and Margie if they'd like to join our classes."

"What if they want to carry on coming back with us every other Friday, after the dance?" I asked. "From their point of view, the two of them have free rein with the three of us all night after dancing. Joining us just on Wednesdays will be much more restrictive."

Marie sighed. "You tell him Ange. It's too early for me to do complicated explaining." She snuggled down under the duvet.

I turned to face Angie. Before she could speak, I leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed me back. Marie's sleepy voice finally interrupted us. "Unless you are explaining through the medium of horizontal dance, perhaps I should be hearing words by now."

Angie grinned at me. "We like Margie and Sue," she began. I knew that Angie had a bit of a thing for Margie, and Marie had a soft spot for Sue. Angie continued. "Even so, we can't come back every other Friday and bang each other senseless. Last time was great but we lost an entire weekend. So perhaps it would be better to include them with the other girls. We're sure they'd fit in."

I sort of understood but there was something nagging at me. Not that my lovers were infatuated with other women, but something we were missing. I decided to stop thinking about it in the expectation that whatever it was would surface in due course; possibly after a good breakfast.

The weather was a bit gloomy that day and there was a Van Gogh son et Lumiere exhibition on at a municipal gallery about forty minutes away, so having booked some last minute tickets, off we went. The performance lasted about an hour, and consisted of projected animations of van Gogh's works set to music.

It was an amazing production and we all sat enraptured as we watched so many works we recognized moving around the walls, columns and ceilings of the gallery. Once we realized that the cycle of images and music was starting to repeat we moved on. Outside, Angie enthused over how movement and music had brought the works to life for her. We had to agree. We found a café and bought lunch. Tonight wasn't a dinner dance so we decided to eat a decent meal at midday and have a light tea. Angie was still ecstatic as we ate.

"There's so much stuff that you two do that I've missed out on," she complained.

"We're sorry, dear," my wife apologized, sincerely. "We just assumed that you were already doing the things that interested you. We like being out doing things while we can, so we try to find new places and activities to occupy us through the week. Sometimes we just walk, I have my charity work and Geoff goes swimming or running. It's just what we do."

I finished my shepherd’s pie and pushed my plate away. "Angie. If you see something advertised that you'd like to go to, but you don't want to go to alone, tell us. If either or both of us fancies it, then you'll have company. Film, play, ballet, concert, anything. At least ask." I reached for her hand. She seemed surprised by such an innocent intimacy. "Is there anything you've always wanted to do but never tried? Maybe an amusement park with white-knuckle rides?"

She looked so shy. "You'll laugh."

I considered. "If I do, I won't be laughing at you. I promise."

"I've never been to a zoo," she admitted.

I looked at my wife. She nodded. "Check the weather forecast," she suggested. "And the first fine day that we're all free, we'll go."

We were home by four and started to get ready for our evening out. Recently, Marie had realized that there were dresses suitable for our dance evenings passing through her shop on a regular basis. The relatively recent import of the senior school prom also meant that there were a lot of elegant gowns that were bought for a single event and then just passed on. No fool, my wife put some to one side so that she and Angie had a great selection to choose from. That evening they were both calf length in blue. Marie in dark blue with her boobs pushed up in a décolleté, Angie in pale blue plunging deep between her small firm tits. Their make-up was fetching but subtle. Not troweled on to hide the lines that showed their age, but applied carefully to highlight the features that made them the still attractive mature women they were.

My contribution was to trim my nose hair, put a nice rose-bud knot in my purple silk tie and book a taxi. I like to set myself achievable goals.

Ken, our regular, and favorite, taxi driver was outside waiting at six forty five as we left the house. The girls went to greet him as I locked up. I didn't rush. It would have been awkward just standing there as the girls showed him just how much they had missed him for the last two weeks.

"Don't you mind, sir?" He asked when I finally joined them. He was obviously uncomfortable as the trollops climbed into the car, giggling like kids.

"No. They're just both very affectionate and they like you. Or at least," I admitted. "They like teasing you. Do you mind?"

"Truthfully, not really. I tell my wife, you know," he confessed. "She thinks it's hilarious

I thought about that as we drove off.

"Ken." Angie spoke to get his attention. "Geoff and Marie have proposed to me. What do you think about that?"

"I'm sure you'll all be very happy together," he replied evenly.

She sat back in her seat. "They do make me very happy,' she agreed contentedly. "Often both at the same time."

At one point that comment would have left him aghast. This time he just shared a look with me.

"Are you a fan of Star Wars, Ken?" She continued. "That's the theme of our wedding. We thought it would be fun."

"I enjoyed the films on TV," he answered. "I don't know if that qualifies me as a fan."

"If we invited you, would you bring Mrs. Ken? We'd arrange for costumes for you both."

"I'd have to ask her. Though I'm fairly sure that she'd jump at the chance to meet you all."

"Do you tell her absolutely everything, Ken?" That was Marie.

"Everything." He replied emphatically. "That way I can look her in the eye and she can tell me if I'm overstepping some line in the sand. If I have to hold things back, then I must be feeling guilty. If something makes me feel guilty, then surely I shouldn't be doing it."

"That's a very pragmatic approach," my wife observed. "Some things are private because they're nobody else's business. But being open with your partner is different. That's how we try to be; me and Geoff, I mean, and now Angie too."

The car was quiet for a while before Marie continued. "Ken. Would it make your life simpler if we just behaved like grown-ups and didn't tease?"

He barely had to think. "Compared to some of the pillocks, freaks, drunks and drama queens I sometimes have to deal with, you three are a breath of fresh air. Oh, the lady who was with you last time was nice too. And her friend."

"That was Margie and Sue," Angie commented fondly. "Geoff. If they are there tonight, can we take them home again? Just one more time?"

Ken glanced briefly at me. "All four?" He mouthed before returning his attention to the road.

I shrugged. "If that's what everyone wants, of course," I replied to Angie. "Unless you can persuade them to join Wednesday's group."

That drew Ken's attention back to me. His raised eyebrows spoke volumes. "You explain it Marie," I suggested. "I'm not sure I understand anymore anyway."

"Well," Marie leaned forward to tell her story. "It started when I realized that I was getting laid and my best friends weren't."

"I was one of her not-getting-laid friends," Angie contributed.

"Indeed you were, my love," Marie agreed. "So Angela and I seduced Geoff and managed to convince him that if I was prepared to share him with her, then obviously it would be okay if he had sex with the other five too. And me, of course. I mean I have sex with them as well. Not at the same time. Well sometimes, but not always."

Ken seemed distracted. Then. "So you are; You know?; With seven women?"

"Oh no," Marie corrected him. "Nine. Margie and Sue are recent additions. We're working on another candidate, but she's on probation because she's a bit of a gossip, there was a near miss with a shy submissive student but we found her a wonderful young man as a master; and we just met the most delightful single mum who looks like an absolute Valkyrie. I'd love to see her riding Geoff to Valhalla and back, but I think we're probably running at capacity realistically." She seemed sad, and possibly a little put out, at my inability to service eleven women in my seventieth decade.

"And you don't object?" He was obviously struggling to comprehend. "You would actually like to see him with another woman?"

Marie looked across at me with a loving smile. "It's not really voyeuristic and I don't think it's a sexual kink: well, not properly. It's just that I love my friends and I trust my husband, so he is my gift to them and I enjoy watching him make them happy. We only just met Sue and Margie but they seemed so, I don't know, lonely, or maybe despondent would be a better word." She took Angie's hand and touched it to her cheek. "Nobody got hurt, We three are closer than ever and two lovely women rediscovered sex. It was beautiful."

"And you?" Ken glanced briefly at me before returning to his driving. "Isn't it weird for you?"

"It was," I admitted. "I took a lot of persuading but it seems that my wife genuinely doesn't feel jealous when she sees me with her friends. And I know that there are a couple of them that she and Angie are particularly close to; and that doesn't worry me either. I think it's because neither of us feels threatened that we see it more as sharing a blessing rather than being betrayed by a loved one."

Ken shook his head. "My life is complicated enough loving one woman. Nine! And a couple of reserves. Bloody Hell! Oh. Excuse my French please ladies."

She told him. In enthusiastic detail; starting with the enema and ending with the orgasm. Although I wasn't convinced that she really sold him on the idea of anal sex, I still suspected that his wife might fancy sleeping late the next morning.

As I listened to Angie subject Ken to yet another torment, an idea came to me. It might have been the influence of the wine, or perhaps my exploration of my darker inner self. I'd ask Marie tomorrow, but for now, when she'd finished her anal tutorial I asked, "Angela. Do you have your collar with you?"

I saw her in the mirror. She stiffened slightly at my use of her given name, before she spoke. "Yes, Sir. Always."

"Put it on," I instructed her. I turned to my front seat companion. "Ken. Angela has been very bad tonight, teasing you the way she has. And the other girls just encourage her. Do you have another fare after you've dropped us off?"

He just grinned. "No. My shift should have finished at nine. I agreed to work a bit longer so as not to miss this evening's entertainment."

I channeled my inner Monty Burns (from the Simpsons), "Excellent," I thought, mentally rubbing my hands together. Good God! I was turning into a Bond villain.

When we arrived at our house, I asked Ken to wait with me in the car after I'd settled the fare. The girls were disappointed; they wanted to say goodbye in their now traditional way. I told them to go in and wait in the living room and added a quiet, extra, instruction for Marie. She looked surprised but didn't argue. They let themselves into the house, obviously intrigued.

I turned back to Ken. "Do you have WhatsApp on your phone?" I asked him. He did. "Would you like to video call your wife? I have a treat for you but I need her to agree first." He was puzzled but I was adamant. "They say that sometimes it's better to seek forgiveness than ask for permission," I observed. "Perhaps. But not this time."

He made the call and after a brief explanation, passed his phone to me. I took it and left him in the car as I explained my scheme to his wife, Cath, the vivacious forty-something woman at the other end. She gave me her blessing, laughing uproariously, and told me to pass the phone back to her husband. I did and heard her tell him to do whatever I asked of him, on the understanding that nothing that happened thereafter would get him into trouble. He seemed both excited and extremely apprehensive as he returned his phone to me.

I led him into the house to find five women watching with anticipation to see what happened next.

"Ken is here as part of Angela's punishment for teasing him," I explained. His wife has agreed as long as she can watch via this video call." I held up Ken's phone so that his wife could see my assembled mischief makers.

"Marie. Please cuff Ken's hands behind his back. Ken, you have my word, these are for your benefit; nothing bad will happen and your wife is still watching." He stood, nervous but compliant as my wife did as I asked.

So there we were. Me in a suit and tie, five women in their fifties and sixties dressed for dancing, and a handcuffed taxi driver in his forties wearing jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt with the cuffs turned up. I have to confess that I've rather ignored Ken's appearance thus far. Perhaps 5 foot 9, medium build, certainly lighter than me, neatly cut dark brown hair and a ready good natured smile. Certainly the girls weren't repelled by his looks.

I turned to Angie bringing the phone camera onto her too. "Angela. Remove your dress." My voice did not invite comment.

She knew better than to argue and turned her back for Margie to unzip her. She pulled down the straps and let the dress slip to the floor. She stood, naked but for heels, stockings and tiny briefs. "Panties too and then show yourself to Ken," I ordered. Breathlessly, she did as she was told, nipples fully erect as she posed before him, turning to fully display her body.

"Good girl," I acknowledged. "You made your master very proud."

"Thank you, Sir," she gasped, obviously aroused.

"Lucy."

"Yes Geoff?"

"Are you still my toy?"

"Yes Geoff."

"The same then. Show yourself to Ken."

She did. Unlike Angie, Lucy was in this for fun so she milked it, stripping off lasciviously and then stepping up in front of our frozen driver, running her hands first up her own body, then Angie's. I swear that I heard Ken whimper.

"My. She's a naughty one," came an amused voice from the phone.

"Girls. To me," I commanded. They joined me and turned to face Ken. I wasn't finished. "Marie. You once promised to love, honor and obey. Will you still?"

She regarded me as if I were a stranger. "I do and I will," she managed to stammer out.

"You teased Ken too. Show yourself to him; just like your sisters, but you may keep your panties on."

She turned, this time to Sue, for assistance with her dress and together they slipped it off. The room was deathly silent as my wife stood in her flimsy lingerie in front of a near stranger. Marie was the first of the three with a bra and she looked at me for guidance.

"You know what to do," I told her. She nodded in acquiescence and unclipped the rear fasteners. Holding the cups against her tits, she slipped the straps from her shoulders then she faced Ken, dropped her bra and spoke. "This is our way of making up for our teasing. We never meant to offend you. Will you forgive us?" Ken nodded silently.

I heard Cath on the phone mutter, "Fuck me, she actually did it!"

My wife turned to me and I held out my hand. She crossed the room and I pulled her to me. "Have I gone too far?" I asked softly.

She shook her head. "Look," she said. I followed her gaze. Sue and Margie were engrossed in Ken's stunned reaction. Sue, in particular, seemed to be highly aroused and Margie looked to be almost as excited. Marie gently pushed me towards them. I got the message. I gave Marie Ken's phone and crossed to the two remaining clothed women.

"Sue; Margie." I used the same tone that I used with Angela. "This isn't a condition of you staying tonight, but I think that you should also show yourself to Ken. If you don't do it now, you may never get another chance like this." I put a hand gently under each of their chins and kissed them tenderly in turn. "Do it. Do it willingly, as far as you dare," I urged them. "Experience the power that your friends are feeling."

They turned, hesitantly, to look at my wife. She nodded urgently, pleading with her eyes for them to participate as well. Surprisingly, Margie was first. She too, small breasted like Angie, had gone bra-less. She elected to keep her thong but, near naked, she stood in front of Ken, hefting her slight boobs for him. "Thank you Ken," she smiled. "It's nice to be appreciated."

I looked where she was looking and saw the bulge in the trousers indicating that Ken was genuinely enjoying the show. I noticed that Marie was sharing the scene with his wife.

Sue was next. Like Marie, her bra had to work for a living and she stood in front of her friend, making it obvious that she wanted Margie to unfasten her. As the strap came undone Sue stayed motionless. Eventually, Margie realized; Sue wanted her friend to undress her. Tenderly, she pulled the straps from Sue's shoulders, holding the fabric against the other woman's tits. Then, having dropped the bra on the floor, Margie reached around her friend and offered Sue's tits for Ken's inspection. "Look at her nips," she whispered. "You did that to her. We were bad girls too." She looked shyly up at him. "Are we forgiven?"

Ken appeared to have forgotten how to speak. He just nodded mutely in reply. Now it was time to send him home to show his wife his appreciation for her gift but first I had my gift to them all. I took the phone from Marie. "Are you still okay with this?" I asked his wife.

"It's his birthday next month," she replied. "This is a damn sight better than buying him socks. You finish there and send him home to me. I won't let that go to waste." We both laughed.

I had Cath's permission for one last treat. "Angela, unbutton Ken's shirt."

"Yes, Sir," she responded without hesitation and went and carefully unbuttoned his blue cotton shirt from top to bottom, pulling the tail out of the waistband of his jeans. His flat hairless belly and chest exposed, it was obvious he didn't spend all of his time sitting. By any standard, he was self-evidently fit. Angela stepped back and looked to me for guidance.

"Angela, say goodnight your usual way but," I cautioned her. "Remember, his wife is watching; minimal tongues."

She seemed almost reluctant at first, but did as she was bid, pressing her bare tits against his skin as she put her arm around his neck and kissed him, long and hard. "Goodnight, Ken," she said as she broke away, her face and chest flushed.

"It's a good job you cuffed him first," Cath commented over the phone, " Even I'd have been tempted to give her a proper snog in his place, if my hands had been free."

I put the phone to my lips and said quietly, "Can I unleash Lucy on him for his last kiss? You know? Just to turn his dial up to eleven for you?"

"Do it!" She snorted. "God! But I'm gonna get properly fucked tonight," she rejoiced.

I returned my attention to the women. "Marie, do you want to wish Ken goodnight?"

She glanced down at her bare tits. "Yes, Geoff. But only if you don't mind." She looked at me for reassurance, possibly concerned that this was a test.

I shook my head. "It's not a trick. Go ahead."

She stepped forward and pulled Ken's lips to hers, flattening her full D Cup boobs against his chest as they kissed. They stood like that for a full minute until Marie pulled away, breathing heavily. She could barely meet my eyes until she realized that I was untroubled; that I meant what I'd said. Ken wasn't a threat to my marriage so why treat him as one. She seemed to relax.

"Now you Margie; if you want to," I added. She did and he seemed appreciative of her efforts.

"Sue?" She had overcome her initial reluctance completely by now and, yet again, Ken was treated to two ample naked tits against his bare torso. As she finally stepped away, her nipples were even more proud and erect, desperate for attention. I'd take care of that task shortly.

"Lucy. Your turn." Her smile was almost disturbing in its intensity. "Cath wondered if you'd be prepared to make it a bit special," I suggested. "A sort of pre-birthday treat and to get him warmed up for her."

She all but stalked him like a feral cat. How Eddie could reject this sex-bomb was a mystery to me. Ken would probably share my puzzlement, given the terrified fascination on his face at Lucy's approach. Standing in front of him, she pulled his head down and apparently attempted to inhale his tongue. She pressed her small but lovely tits against him and ground her naked crotch against his erection.

"I didn't tell you to actually fuck him," I reminded her gently, after a couple of minutes.

She finally released him, with one last stroke to his groin. "Tell his wife to be ready and waiting," she smirked as returned to my side. "He's never going to be hornier than he is now."

I got Angela to release Ken from the cuffs and he refastened his shirt as I walked him to the door. I returned his phone and was relieved to hear Cath reassure him that he wasn't in trouble; as long as he went straight home, at least. She was very clear on her expectations in that regard.

"I don't know what to say," he admitted as we shook hands as he left. "Nothing like that has ever happened to me before."

"Us either," I conceded, cheerfully. "But the girls wanted me to explore the inner me and, it turns out, my inner me is a manipulative twat with a warped sense of humor. Still, I'm content, you seem happy, your wife was up for it and my girls seemed to relish the experience. By Angela's logic that makes it a win-win-win-win-win-win-win-win situation. Now, perhaps you should bugger off home before your wife rapes the chap next door. Same time a week next Friday," I reminded him as he hurried to his car.

"What a nice bloke," I thought to myself as I went back inside. "His wife has a lovely laugh too." I was really looking forward to meeting her in real life.

Now, back with my own women, I had a momentum that I needed to maintain. "Angela,"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Pleasure Margie. Get her ready for me. Use your initiative unless she tells you otherwise. Lucy, help her."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Angie replied. Lucy just grinned.

I left Margie in their capable hands, as it were, and turned my attention to Marie and Sue. "Was there something you wanted me to do for you girls, or are you so unsettled by what I just did that you'd rather not play with me anymore?"

"I honestly thought you were going to make Angie blow him," Sue admitted.

"I'm ashamed to say that the thought crossed my mind,' I told her. "I would have been even more tempted if he'd been single." We looked across the room to where Angela was settling between her lover's thighs, faithfully obeying her master's instructions. "In the end, I just couldn't. She's independent and strong in many ways but, in others she's so vulnerable. I wish I knew whether my feelings for her makes me better or worse as a master. What about you Sue? Was that degrading? If so, I apologize."

"It was scary, but in a good way. It was so wrong, but I knew that I was safe. Just showing myself, sexually, to a man I hardly knew: and then kissing him! I felt so liberated. I wish now;” She gave us both a guilty look. "I wish now that I'd dared to go naked too."

"Marie?" I hoped she felt the same.

"You judged it well," she allowed. "Angie and Lucy want you to challenge them, each for their own reasons, and Sue is a single woman who can make her own choices. It was a thrill, I admit, to be bare breasted in front of Ken, and I thank you for allowing it. But fully naked? Kissing him? While you watched? Perhaps that would have been a step too far for me. Now." She took my hand and Sue's in hers. "I think you have a promise to keep to Sue."

Initially, I just intended to bend Sue over the sofa and take her there and then but, on reflection, I decide to wind in my demonic alter ego and took my wife and her playmate upstairs to the bed in the playroom. Once there, I persuaded Sue to mount me in reverse cowgirl so that Marie could play booby games while I bounced her friend up and down on my cock. What with the residual thrill from earlier and Marie's expert attention, it wasn't long before Sue's first climax of the evening began to build.

I could feel my wife's hand against my shaft as she began to rub Sue's clit ever faster and harder as her peak grew closer until Sue stopped moving and just froze in position, gasping for breath as we tried to eke out every bit of bliss from her orgasm.

Eventually, she pleaded, "Please. Please stop." And I slipped out of her before we laid her next to me.

I watched Marie as she admired her naked friend. "Are you looking forward to your night together?" I asked.

"Truthfully, Geoff? Yes, I am. But only because I know you and Angie have someone too. And we'll be together again tomorrow. Sue and I are going to have fun and it will mean something, not just sex. But I still love you more and," she lowered her voice. "I'm rather fascinated at getting to know the new you a bit better, now I've realized he's not all about bondage and spanking."

"Goodnight girls," I laughed, getting up to leave. "Feel free to join us in the morning. Love you."

"Goodnight Geoff. Love you," Marie called as I closed the door behind me.

Back downstairs, I found Angela and Lucy gently ministering to Margie. From the sheen of perspiration on her body as she lay on the sofa, I assumed that she'd come at least once. "Well done, Angela," I commended her.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied, breathing heavily.

"You too, Lucy. Margie seems quite; satisfied," I noted

"I think she still needs some cock," Lucy opined.

Margie opened her eyes. "Oh, yes please! Please Geoff. You don't need to take your time or anything. These two mad bitches have had me on a knife edge since you went upstairs. Please. Just do me."

Well, I didn't actually orgasm with Sue so I didn't even have to wait for my drug fuelled refractory period. I just pivoted Margie around to the edge of the seat cushion, knelt between her thighs and penetrated her. Her eyes widened as she realized that I proposed to do exactly as she asked. Of course I had to add a twist. "Angela; Lucy, let’s give her a real treat."

My thralls descended on her once more, not holding back at all. Their hands and mouths were everywhere; tits, lips, neck, clit, everywhere. Nor was I idle. Hands on my girls' backs for purchase, I pounded into Margie as deep and as hard as I could. Whether or not she had come earlier, she certainly did now. I've read about squirting, but never seen it. Perhaps though, that was what happened then; or maybe I displaced a lot of vaginal lubricant with the final thrust that accompanied my own ejaculation. Either way, there was a big wet patch where we were joined.

Margie's final cry of exultation was most edifying, before she slumped back into the sofa. Angie and Lucy were very solicitous, surrounding her with cushions to prop her comfortably as she recovered.

"Angela." I spoke softly but firmly. "Margie is a guest in my home. Please show her every hospitality until tomorrow. You may both join us in my room after eight, when you will remove your collar. Do you understand?"

Oh, yes, Sir," she beamed. "Thank you Sir."

I held my hand out to Lucy. "Lucy?"

"Yes Geoff?"

"In your sex-toy mission statement, is there a requirement that every encounter must be out of the pages of the Kama Sutra? Or would it," I ventured, warily. "be acceptable to just throw you on your back and screw you?" I let out a big sigh. "It's just that you're really rather attractive, and I'd much prefer making love to you than tying you up and thrashing you. We can still do that, but another time. You still have to do my cock cast," I reminded her.

"Of course, Geoff," she said demurely. "My body, all of it, is yours to do with as you wish. Anything you wish," she added, pointedly. I knew what she was getting at. I had a feeling that tomorrow I'd be ordering that shower accessory I'd seen on Amazon.

I wished the other two 'sweet dreams' as I led Lucy upstairs. We'd turned another corner in our relationships. My women were with other women and they had happily left me with Lucy. But I knew that if Lucy hadn't been there, they wouldn't have let me be alone even if I had been willing. I realized it was because we loved and trusted each other that we were happy to share. Neither Sue nor Margie had taken anything from me tonight, any more than Lucy had stolen anything from Marie or Angie.

My philosophizing ended as the bedroom door closed behind us and a naked Lucy stood before me, waiting for my instructions. "Oh, fuck it!" I thought, resigning myself to my situation. "Lucy, suck my cock." And she did.

Oh, before I forget; Colin got the hot Padron Pimiento, it really made his eyes water, but not as much as mine did when Marie and Angie both agreed that Wendy's boobs are at least 38E, and probably 38F. Intriguing as that prospect seems, though, Grandad screwing Colin's girlfriend's mum? Even Marie wouldn't have me do that; would she?

Visiting.

Through a series of increasingly improbable events, Geoff, our narrator, and his wife, Marie, find themselves in a polyamorous relationship with eight other women. Geoff, Marie and five of the women are over sixty years old and retired. Samantha, an NHS paramedic is in her forties, and schoolteachers Margie and Sue are in their fifties. All the sex is between this lot.

This episode begins one Friday evening after my married pair and their fiancée, Angie, returned home from a dance with Margie, Sue and Lucy.

"Oh, fuck it!" I thought, resigning myself to my situation. "Lucy, suck my cock." And she did.

That's how, on that Friday night in October, I found myself with a talented local artist on her knees in front of me, enthusiastically sucking my cock. My wife wouldn't have minded, even if she hadn't been having sex with a schoolteacher called Sue in the spare bedroom at that moment. Sue's colleague and friend, Margie, was being similarly entertained by my submissive sex slave, Angela, in our other bedroom, which Angie was now occupying as our fiancée: us being Marie and me.

Lucy, by way of thanking me for reassuring her she was still attractive and that her genitals were truly delightful, had decided to offer herself to me as my sex toy. My wife, Marie, confirmed that was within the terms she had agreed with her friends when she offered my services as a bed mate. And so, there we were. Did that all make sense? No? It's okay; this is my life we are talking about and much of it still confuses me.

Now don't get me wrong. I like oral sex; both giving and receiving, but usually there's more, I don't know, emotional context. However this was more detached than my usual sexual encounters because Lucy was an artist and she wanted to help me find and express my inner sexual urges. As a scientist, I am more pragmatic and just wanted to put my cock in a lady's warm and wet special place. But it seemed important to my girls that I got in touch with my inner self, and did things that excited me rather than just satisfying the woman, or women, in my bed. So, with that in mind, I gathered Lucy's long blonde hair into a bunch and used it to pull her further onto my cock and fucked her face.

Normally, I'd let the woman decide where I ejaculated: tonight I knew Lucy would be disappointed if I deferred to her. She coped magnificently until I felt my orgasm about to burst and I pulled out at the last moment. The first spurt was into her mouth, the second on her face and the rest onto her small but lovely tits.

I looked down at her as she gazed up at me, my semen on her lips and chin. She was smirking, delighted that I had used her entirely for my own gratification. I released my grip on her hair and told her to go and clean herself. When she returned from the bathroom, I held up a pair of handcuffs. Initially, I had just wanted to make love to Lucy but, seeing as she was spending the entire night in my bed, I relented and decided that a little playtime was acceptable.

Her face lit up. "Ooh. This looks like fun. Where do you want me?"

"On your knees in the center of the bed, facing forward," I told her. "Hands behind your back."

She complied without question. "Now," I continued. "Put your face on the pillow, bum in the air." Again, she did as instructed. I took her hands and cuffed them behind her knees; now she was exposed and helpless. I went to the toy box and took out a wand vibrator and switched it on. First I decided to use it on her delectable tits. Cuffed as she was, she was entirely at my mercy as I experimented on her. As on the previous Wednesday, over a period of twenty minutes, she passed through the stages of arousal, through frustration and onto rage when I cheerfully ignored her pleas to actually have sex with her.

I was more relaxed about this by then.

To be continued in part 12. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.