Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 4

A forty year warmup.

Taking passion to a state of the art.

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

Main characters.

Geoff:   The narrator. A retired materials scientist. Mid-sixties. 5 foot 10 inches, ex amateur rugby player, still swims, runs and walks to keep fit. More than adequately equipped to satisfy his wife.

Marie:   Geoff's wife. A retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her husband. 5 foot 2 inches voluptuous build, with D cup tits and proportionate bum and hips. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin inherited from her French grandmother.

Angie:   Marie's best friend. A mathematician who claims to be retired. Geoff suspects that she still consults as a cryptographer for M I 5 at GCHQ but she won't discuss it. Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inches, slender athletic build. Firm B cup tits, brown hair and famously dirty mind.

I sat, rapt, as they explored each other's bodies with their hands as the kiss went on. Angie put her hands on my wife's full round buttocks and pulled her so that their bellies were hard against each other. Marie began to unbutton Angie's blouse to expose the small but perfect tits barely hidden by her tiny lace bra. My wife removed her friends blouse entirely and threw it to me while she slipped the bra straps from her friends shoulders. She reached behind and within seconds the bra flew my way too.

They both looked briefly to gauge my response, and smiled as they saw me grinning at them as I held the discarded clothes to my nose. I wasn't being pervy. Their scent was delicious; it was Angie's scent.

Seeing that I was still content to watch, it was Angie's turn to undo the tie holding Marie's wrap-around dress and as it fell open we were treated to the sight of her pale blue bra, more substantial than Angie's as it had to do more heavy lifting, and tiny matching briefs. Marie's bra followed her dress and again I buried my nose in the fabric as I let the dress hit the floor. The two women smelled so different. Angie's scent seemed fresh and outdoorsy, Marie's scent was headier and made me think of romantic evenings in bed. The pair fondled each other's tits and drew their hands down each other's bellies but then they stopped and stared at me. Oh, yes, we were testing the ED22.

My two, near naked, women stalked across to me and pulled me to my feet. They each took a hand and held it to a tit. Marie pulled me down to lock her lips against mine and then eased her tongue into my mouth. "I enjoy Angie's kisses," she murmured as she broke away briefly. "But I enjoy yours more."

I have to admit that the kissing was so intense that I almost neglected to knead that glorious tit. Note, I said 'almost'. Then Marie peeled my hand away from her nipple and slowly and deliberately put it between her legs. I took the opportunity to run my index finger along the gusset, feeling the puffy mounds either side of that lovely little slit. My God! She was so damp already

Marie let go of me and moved around behind so that Angie took center stage. Angie kissed me too, just as passionately. Only while she and I were tangling tongues, my wife was undoing my trousers from behind. Once they dropped away, Angie stood back and unbuttoned my shirt. I tried to help. That's a lie: I just kept fondling her boobs while they undressed me.

At last we were all standing in the bedroom in just our underwear. Marie in pale blue briefs, Angie in white lace panties and, be honest, you don't care in the slightest what color M and S undies I had on. It didn't matter anyway as the girls had mine off in seconds. Marie knelt in front of me and took my cock in her hands. Little Geoff had started to pump up when they started on each other. By the time Marie put my hand on her tit he was already fully at attention.

As Marie began to stroke me gently as a prelude to showing her teacher the progress she'd made in her oral sex homework, Angie had moved next to me and taken my hand and slipped it inside her panties. She was just as wet as my wife had been. It's odd really, how sexy it seems, groping a woman inside her knickers. I knew I was going to see, touch, lick, enter, both of these women's cunts very shortly, but just having my hand in her pants like that and feeling her up seemed just so fucking, I don't know, adolescent.

Angie turned my head to hers and we resumed our passionate kisses. Actually resumed probably understates it. We resumed kissing but the passion went up several notches. On my part because my wife was going full-bore porn star on me and had her nose pressed up against my belly as she inhaled my cock; on Angie's part because I had my hand in her pants with my fingers inside her while my thumb did terrible and dirty things to her clit.

I tried to be analytical, I really did, but all I could really feel was my wife's mouth engulfing me, and my fingers in her best friend's cunt. Insofar as I gave it any thought at all the ED22 didn't seem to make my cock feel any different.

It wasn't too long before I managed to take a breath to warn Marie that I was close but I guessed that she could tell but didn't care much either way. Ever since I've known her she's been a swallower.

Angie and I had by now rearranged ourselves a little. We were still swapping saliva but I had one hand under her bum cheeks and into her cunt from behind while the other was massaging her tits and paying particular attention to her nipples. They were like pebbles. In the end we had to break off from our kiss because neither of us could really focus on it. We were both so close. I'm sorry ladies, but this time I have to admit that, despite my best efforts to hold it back, I shot my load into my wife's mouth before I could bring Angie off.

by way of atonement, as soon as I'd stopped thrusting my hips trying to push my cock impossibly far into Marie's mouth to extract the last strands of semen, we led Angie to our bed and I knelt between her legs to bring her to her orgasm with my tongue. She was so close that I had barely got into my stride at sucking her clit when I felt her go over. I had my hand on her belly at the time and I could feel abdominal muscles clench as it hit her. I still kept licking though, until she begged me to stop.

Marie had been a little trooper. She had given me a great blow job and now it was my turn to pleasure her. She helped me to slip her panties off. No ripping these off, this coordinated lingerie stuff isn't cheap. But the sight that confronted me left me as enchanted as ever, even after over forty five years together. She spread her thighs for me and I spent a moment just savoring the view and her scent. I kissed my way up her thighs until I reached the promised land. I reached up with my hands for her to press them to her tits while my tongue lapped at her labia. Her clit was still a little shy so I tried to make friends with it and eventually it came out to play. We toyed with each other for a minute or two and then I went to say 'Hello' to her cunt. Gents, try it: say 'Hello' to your partners cunt; I doubt that you'll be disappointed with the response. Marie certainly seemed to appreciate my efforts.

I laid between her thighs doing everything I could with hands and tongue to give her joy, up to and including using my tongue on her bum. Eventually I realized that my cock was fully hard again and ready to go. Marie was a little spaced out by now so I decided not to confuse her with having to choose from a menu of sexual positions and I decided to go with, what I choose to think of as, 'missionary plus'. That is with my wife on her back, but with her ankles on my shoulder. At our age, you make the most of positions like this, once the arthritis kicks in it might never be an option again.

Anyway, Marie was deliciously wet and I was reassuringly hard so I slipped into her and we began to make love. It was a delight to look down at her as I massaged her glorious tits and saw her smiling up at me as she tried to synch her movements with mine. "Go on," I told her. "Be a dirty girl and play with your clit while I fuck you." And she did. It looked so hot. I had her legs up against my chest giving me a porn cameraman's view of my cock pumping in and out of her cunt, shining with her juice, her fingers rubbing at her clit and my hands mauling her tits. I was in my absolute, ultimate happy place.

They say, 'All good things must come to an end.' And we eventually reached a point where we couldn't keep together any more. I couldn't keep to that rhythm, I needed to go faster and Marie couldn't keep in sync with me. She kept making little jerking movements that told me she was close. I stopped just massaging her boobs and started to concentrate on her nips, tweaking and pulling and getting quite rough now she was on the edge. Her breathing started to rag as she tried to push against me until she finally pushed up one last time and froze. I put my hand on her hips and pulled her to me to put that last thrust as deep as I could inside of her and held for as long as I could. I could feel her tighten around me and that took me with her like it usually does and I felt my seed burst out into her.

It didn't take long for little Geoff to go down, then I lay alongside my wife and kissed her lovingly. After a few minutes I looked across to Angie sitting quietly watching us with her hand between her legs. "Can we do it like that next time Geoff?" She said, quietly. "Just the two of us?"

I turned back to Marie, but before I could speak she said, "I'll leave you two alone for a while. I'm going to the bathroom now and then I'm going to go downstairs to make us some supper and something to drink. The pair of you can come down when you're finished. And Geoff," she added. "Don't let your head fuck this up for her. I know how you feel about Angie and I love her too. You won't be cheating on me if you make love to her. She deserves better than the two shits she was married to, so make it special anyway you can."

Marie got up and took her friend by the hand to pull her from the chair. She kissed her and said, "He's all yours for the next half an hour or so. All I ask is that you don't break him." She walked across the bedroom, picking her dressing gown from the hook on the door, and left calling, "Have fun!" over her shoulder as she went.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching as Marie left and I indicated to Angie that she should come and sit on my lap. I wasn't hard again yet but it was still an enjoyable sensation to have a naked woman sitting there while I was naked too.

"Was that a bit harsh?" I asked her. "I mean, I never really got to know your first husband well, though I never really warmed to number two at all."

"No, it was fair enough, I suppose," she answered. "It was like," she struggled to explain. "It was like, we made a great couple on paper, but in reality we were more like housemates; both times. And, because neither of them really loved me, cheating on me didn't really cause them a lot of guilt." Her eyes started to fill with tears. "I've had so much fun with you and Marie these last few days, but I couldn't live with myself if she ended up feeling the way that I did."

"You know that I worried about that too," I told her. "But even though I've been doubtful from the beginning, she has never once showed any jealousy towards you and I: and she actually expects all of us, and by us I mean me and your mates, to develop 'feelings' towards each other if and when we actually start to have sex." I gave Angie a big squeeze around the waist, "You know, like you have with my missus: And with me."

She snuggled into me. I put one arm around her shoulder to pull her close and the other on her tit, because I'm a man and we like fondling boobs. She turned a little towards me so that we could kiss properly and we did. It was very nice so we did it some more. I wondered if taking my hand off her boob and putting it between her legs would make kissing even better, and I think it fair to say that it did. It also gave me a very clear indication that she was probably almost ready to make love.

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

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

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

I smiled back. "I like a challenge, and I'd love to see if I can actually please you with my mouth at the same time as you are sucking me."

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

I moved to the center of the bed and looked down. My cock was already showing signs of interest in the immediate future and Angie hadn't really moved yet. She just stood looking at me until I started to feel a little self-conscious. Then she gave a little smile and climbed onto the bed and maneuvered herself so that I got an access-all-areas view of her lady parts. I reached behind me and grabbed one of those cushions that women insist on buying for the bedrooms; you know what I mean, the ones you chuck on the floor before you go to bed, and then have to put back on in the morning. Anyway, I'd finally found a use for the fucking things; to support my head whilst Angie and I 69ed each other.

She was already wet before I started and her labia were pretty engorged. They were pretty to look at too. She tasted lovely. Because she was face down on me her clit was in the 'wrong' place, but I struggled manfully to cope and eventually we became best pals and playmates.

Angie wasn't idle though: Oh, no. She had her hand wrapped around my shaft working it as she licked the tip. I couldn't see, but from the feel of it, Little Geoff was at about eighty percent erect and climbing. Angie took him all in her mouth, and when I say that I mean that a fair old bit was actually in her throat. My hips bounced up without any thoughts from my big head. Little Geoff was in charge down there so I turned my attention back to Angie's special little place.

I had French kissed her labia and nuzzled her clitoris and now it was time to focus on her cunt. I had a hand free to open her tunnel to allow my tongue to tease her while my other hand tried to catch one of her nipples as she bobbed on my cock.

It's difficult to describe a 69 because there's so much happening at once and half of it you can't see; it's just sensation. For my part, my view was a pair of sleek buttocks framing a cleft with a lovely little pucker just about at nose level. One hand was playing gently with Angie's clit having given up on the nipple exercise:   I kept losing my grip and couldn't concentrate enough to find it by feel;  while the other continued to toy with her lips as I kissed them. Oh, the touch of them on my tongue as I lapped between them. Oh, the velvety texture and the taste of her juices; I was in heaven.

But that’s what I was doing. Meanwhile, Angie had not been idle. My nuts had been comprehensively licked, sucked and damn near swallowed whole from the feel of it. My cock had been licked like an everlasting lollipop and now, Jesus! And now, her head was bobbing up and down as though her life depended on it. I wasn't too close yet but I realized that it was time to bump belly-buttons.

"Angie," I called her name. "Angie, I want to make love to you now." She gave one last deep bob on my cock and pulled up, sucking hard all the way. I patted the bed next to me as she straightened. "I want you to lie next to me so that we can taste each other,"

She joined me and we snuggled. It was a dirty snuggle as she was holding my cock and I had a finger in her cunt, but it was a snuggle all the same. We kissed for a few minutes. I think it would be weird to say that I enjoyed the taste of my cock on her lips, but I liked and was aroused by the idea of us sharing our tastes so intimately. But it was time to move down to address those lovely little tits with the adorable pink nipples. I know they were adorable because I adored them and I showed her just how much. I squeezed them, licked them, sucked them, bit them ever so gently at first but harder when she instructed me to.

I told her that I wanted her to ride me and rolled onto my back. She just climbed aboard and reached between us and then gave a teasing smile. "Is this what you had in mind?" She asked as she slid her slit back and forth against my shaft.

I put my hands behind my head as I lay back to enjoy the view. "Well," I replied, "I'd rather be inside you but if that makes you happy you'll get no complaints from me."

She cocked her head as if in thought for a moment and then reached between us and slid little Geoff inside her. I've actually lost count of the number of times I'd fucked Angie at that point, but every time felt new. She paused for a moment to settle and then she leaned forward with her hands on my chest as I reached up to her tits. She sighed.

"Angie," I said. "Hard and fast, slow and gentle. It doesn't matter to me; I just want to be inside you. You just feel so right wrapped around my cock." She closed her eyes and started to move in little circles on my groin pressing her clit hard against me as she went. I love this position, have I mentioned that? The sight, the sensation, access to her tits and, oh yes, easy access to that naughty little clit. What's not to love.

Angie was in charge for now, and she seemed happy enough to set a slow leisurely pace. I contented myself with playing with her boobs and giving her clit a little tickle once in a while. Then she opened her eyes and said, "That was nice, but now I want you to take over." She slipped off me and laid on her back.

I didn't want to lose the momentum she'd given us towards our next climax so I couldn't waste time thinking about different positions. I just lay on top of her and kissed her as I slipped back inside. She raised both knees either side of me and I began to slide back and forth as we kissed. After a few minutes I decided to kneel up and pull her bum onto my lap to press my cock against the top wall of her cunt as we fucked. The change of position seemed to work as her breathing got harder and her hips moved more urgently against me. Then I felt her clench my cock as she started to come. I pounded harder and harder to bring myself off while she was still climaxing. I watched her staring up at me in rapt concentration as she tried to ride her own orgasm for as long as she could, and as she started to come down I felt the sensation that I had been working for building in my balls, and in seconds I felt the pulse of heat shoot down my cock as I erupted into her.

Afterwards, we lay together for a while, not even talking, just bathing in the afterglow. I was on my back and Angie on side cuddled up with my arm around her. Then she gave me a peck on the cheek. "I suppose," she said. "If I want to keep doing this, I'd better let you go back to your wife."

"You know," I replied. "We keep breaking the rules." She looked puzzled. "I know Marie said it was okay, but I just don't like her being alone while you and I are together."

We climbed out of bed and slipped on our dressing gowns and made our way downstairs. We found Marie in the living room, fast asleep on the sofa. We only had to look at each other to silently agree that this was not a woman wracked with jealousy. We looked in the kitchen where she had three cups of drinking chocolate ready to reheat and some posh chocolate biscuits (UK, remember?) on a plate covered with cling film.

Angie had a wicked idea. We warmed our drinks up and then went to sit quietly with my sleeping wife as we drank them and dunked our biscuits. Once we were finished we crept over to Marie and untied her dressing gown. I knelt at her head and Angie at her waist and together we, ever so gently, began to kiss and caress her. Our intent was not to wake her, but to see how aroused she would be by our efforts when she did wake up.

After five minutes her nipples were hard. After seven, she shifted to make herself more accessible, after ten she started to moan. Angie grinned at me. "Okey dokey lab rat. I'll go and get her supper sorted while you give her a good seeing to."

I put my hand between her thighs and gently rubbed her lips with my middle finger while my thumb gently toyed with her clit. She stirred some more and then said in a sleepy voice, "Those tablets had better still be working, husband mine, 'cos if you've woken me up like this and you aren't going to deliver, then you and I are going to have a problem."

I looked down to see little (still not that little) Geoff smiling up at me, he was having the time of his life. "If you don't want to do it for me, my love, then do it for science." I encouraged her. "Just lie back and think of England. The South Downs are lovely this time of year and I am just about to have a lovely time down south too."

So saying, I managed to scoot her around on the sofa so that I could get between her legs from my position on the floor and I slid into her. She sighed contentedly as I moved back and forth, in and out. My position was perfect for attending to her boobs too, Just in case they were feeling neglected. A couple of minutes later Angie came back from the kitchen with a cup and plate for Marie that she set on the coffee table.

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

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

That stung a little but it did encourage me to try a bit harder and Angie helped by leaning over the back of the sofa and grabbing my wife's tits and giving her little nubs a really good squeeze. Marie wasn't looking so sleepy now as her breathing was starting to go and her hips were jerking as the muscle spasms began. I was too close and shot my fourth load of the evening into her while she was still ramping up to her own climax. Fortunately I was able to keep pounding into her while I was still hard, I had a hand free to rub her clit and Angie was doing sterling service on her nipples. Between us we managed to take her over the edge.

It was getting late now, so I put a silly quiz show from catch-up on the TV and we sat snuggled together watching on the sofa while Marie had her drink. As soon as it finished the girls disappeared upstairs while I put the cups and plates in the dishwasher and did my rounds. By the time I got upstairs they were in our bed but cuddled up together. I expected to be in the middle but Marie explained that I was going to sleep on the other side of Angie because, keen as she was for sausage for breakfast, she'd enjoy it better after an uninterrupted night's sleep.

I lay back and let my thoughts run free. It had been a busy day. I found myself wondering about my new friend Ken and whether Mrs. Ken enjoyed their evening together when he got home. I wondered at my lack of concern when Marie gave him a very long and apparently very sincere apology for embarrassing him. I wondered about her cheerfully encouraging me to fuck her best friend. I thought about Linda and what she made of her mother's newly discovered;  as far as Linda knows;  bisexuality. Then the last thought struck me. A week today Marie would be meeting her mates for their regular night out together. What the fuck's going to happen after that?

An intriguing offer for her friends.

It was Friday morning, and not just any Friday. That afternoon my wife was going to meet her six best friends for their regular fortnightly catch-up at the local pub. "So what?" I hear you say. So this! I knew as I lay in bed, waiting for my turn in the bathroom, that she intended to offer my 'services' to all six of her mates if they wanted. That's right; I meant what you're thinking. She had persuaded me that none of her friends had the sex-life that they deserved and she wanted to share our newly rekindled sexuality with them. All of them. Regularly.

Now, were I a virile young stud that would be one thing, but I'm not. I retired from running a research lab a couple of years ago and my wife and her friends are all in their sixties too, apart from Sam. The idea cropped up after her last Girls Night Out when she had shown them a dirty video we'd made (don't even ask) of us having sweaty sex together, before she realized that, for one reason or another, they were all effectively celibate. She was overwhelmed, by guilt at first for being so insensitive; then by anger at the universe because, as she put it, "Every one of those women is a fucking catch! Why are they alone?"

To my wife, the solution was simple. They deserved sex, I liked sex, she was willing to share, so I should just have sex with them. Oddly enough, her biggest problem was convincing me that this wasn't the most ridiculous idea that I had ever heard. As far as I was concerned though, I had two serious and valid objections; The first was that Marie and I had started to drift apart and we were lucky to have realized in time. I was really reluctant to put our marriage at risk again if the sight of me fucking her friends upset her more than she seemed to believe it would; My second problem was the lack of balance in her solution. As I saw it, I would be having sex with her and six other women on a regular basis. She would just have me. Even I didn't think that was fair, so how long, I wondered, would it be before she felt that she was missing out? But I was too insecure to be comfortable with the idea of her with another man and certainly not with six other men. Perhaps that makes her a better person than me, but I was too happy in my marriage to be comfortable risking it for the sake of this flaky idea.

Anyway, her best friend Angie is something of a genius and she just saw the whole affair as a mathematical problem. If the women were prepared to engage in girl on girl sex, then as long as they visited us in pairs, Marie and I could have sex with one each and then swap; and we would both be being unfaithful with exactly the same people with no additional cocks being involved. Obviously alcohol was involved in coming up with this bizarre idea, but oddly enough, the girl on girl, and boy on girl concept seemed to work when trailed by the three of us that night; and Sunday, and last Friday; And Saturday morning.

Ah, yes. Last Friday. Before we went out dancing that evening, I had taken my first ED22 tablet as part of a pre-release product trial. When we returned home, in the interest of science, we tested its effects. As promised, I managed to erect on demand and ejaculate normally multiple times with both women that evening and then again multiple times the following morning. Having blue piss for twelve hours afterwards seemed like a small price to pay.

So, back to the following Friday: Marie had promised to work in a charity shop in town that morning so when she came out of the bathroom I left her to dry her hair in our bedroom while I used the toilet and then went to make breakfast. We chatted as we ate and I noticed her studying me as we talked.

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

She smiled as she shook her head. "No, you idiot, You're fine. No, It's just that you seem so relaxed, where I thought you'd be really;” She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I thought you'd be really apprehensive about today, but you don't appear worried at all."

"Oh, no," I replied, "I did all my worrying a while ago. Today we have a plan. You will make your offer to your friends and they will accept or refuse. Some may be embarrassed and some may be offended, but that's for you to deal with. If any, or even all of them, accept then, at some point, you and I will have to figure out how to welcome them into our beds, but that's a problem for another day." I stopped and looked at her suspiciously. "It is a problem for another day, isn't it?"

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

I suspect that I may have glared at her at this point. "Would you like to offer any more variations on that theme? Should we go with 'Perhaps' or 'Maybe' or how about 'I haven't a fucking clue'?"

"Well," she said, somewhat on the defensive. "It isn't as though I make a habit of offering my husband's cock to my friends, so I'm not sure how the conversation is going to go. What do I say if they want to." She did the wavy hands in the air gesture. "You know, if they want to come round tonight and, you know, see what's on offer?"

I took a deep breath and counted to ten. That didn't seem to work so I tried counting ten and taking a deep breath. "I beg your fucking pardon?" Was still about the best I could come up with in reply.

"They all watched and liked the video," she said in a small voice. "They have no reason to be worried about your;” She glanced down at my groin and changed the subject. "It's just like you said the other day. You don't know them all as well as you do Angie so they might want to meet you in the flesh, as it were, before your flesh gets to meet them." She grinned at her own smutty innuendo.

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

"We do dear," she tried to reassure me. "I'm just thinking about contingencies. The way that you usually do." She smiled at me and went back to her breakfast.

After she had driven off into town for her morning shift, I decided that nothing we had said needed my immediate attention, so I did my usual routine while she volunteered, and jogged to the local pool and got a few dozen lengths under my belt and jogged back. I got home in time to prep just a light lunch as Marie would eat in the pub that evening.

While we ate, I offered a suggestion. "Look. Why don't I come to the pub a bit early with you? We can make sure that Tony remembered to open up the private room that he promised last week, and then I can sit discreetly in the bar with a paper and a pint and you can text me if you want me to join you."

"Oh, that might work," she replied. "I can tell them what we agreed and then you can come in and reassure them that I haven't completely lost the plot."

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

"Yes, that's what we'll do," she continued. "Anyway, you wanted to meet them all first, before we get to the bedroom stuff. So this seems like the best time; before they commit either way."

"There was the other issue to resolve too." I reminded her. "Lucy and Megan are both married, and technically so is Sam, and that could be a deal breaker for me. I agreed to hear them out first, but I'm not comfy with the idea of breaking up a marriage."

She sighed. "I know. I just assumed that they would want to participate, but they may just as likely be as reluctant as you. We can only see what they say."

The conversation moved on to more mundane topics.

We left home about half past three for the short stroll to our local. Marie was unusually quiet as we walked hand in hand. "It's not too late to change your mind," I offered. "Angie's the only person we've discussed this with. You know that she won't say anything if you ask her not to."

"No!" Marie was adamant. "I have tortured you for a fortnight to persuade you to go along with this. I have watched you make love to my best friend just to prove that I can cope. You have joined a bloody drug trial just to help you satisfy my friends, because I wanted them to have some love in their lives. You seem at ease with this so why the Hell am I suddenly so nervous?"

"Could it be because Angie and I made love while you were there. But, if we go ahead then we will be with other partners in different rooms. The whole dynamic will be different." I looked across to see how she reacted to my words.

"That may be part of it," she mused. "It's ridiculous though, me being jealous, because I know that you and Angie actually love each other now; so what am I afraid might happen? I secretly hoped that you'd all develop feelings for each other anyway."

I interrupted her. "It's simple. You are trying to do something wonderful for people you love. Your nerves do you credit because, deep down, you are worrying that something so life changing could have unintended consequences that you haven't planned for. As I see it, your friends have two choices tonight, do nothing and have things carry on just the same, or come along for the ride. Let them make their own decisions like the adults that they are."

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

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

When we arrived at the Black Swan, Tony, the landlord, had already opened up the small room at the back of the pub. We went and had a quick look to make sure it was set out with seating for eight around the long rectangular table and then we went back to the bar. I got a pint for myself and a white wine for Marie and asked Tony to open a tab for us and the girls. I left Marie at the bar to greet her friends and made myself scarce in the far corner to read my paper in peace.

I watched as my wife's friends arrived. Angie was first, her lithe, runner's body dressed in tailored trousers and a matching jacket over a white blouse. She looked as though she'd come straight from the office. I wish I could find out what she does. She saw me and blew me a kiss, but Marie elbowed her to behave and they both turned away.

Lucy was next. From a distance she looks like a teenager; even up close you would never believe she had left her fifties behind. She's about 4 foot 10, slender with long blonde hair and a soft, almost childish, voice. I sometimes call her a 'dingbat', partly to annoy Marie, and partly because, although Lucy is really quite intelligent and is a phenomenally talented painter, sometimes she does and says some really dumb things. That day she was attracting appreciative looks because of a skirt dropping only to mid-thigh and a tight t-shirt with apparently naught but skin beneath it. I sat wondering how many of the guys ogling her realized that she was probably old enough to be their gran; and how many would care even if they did.

Jo turned up a couple of minutes later. I have to say that she is probably the most beautiful women I have ever met. And, before you start wondering, Marie agrees with me. Jo recently retired from nursing and I can't help but wonder how many people coming out of anesthetic and seeing Jo, naturally just assumed that they'd died and gone to heaven. Today she was making the most of the unseasonably warm early autumn weather by wearing a light summer dress that showed off her gorgeous Indian Caribbean blend café latte skin above and below. About 5 foot 8, with C cup boobs and shapely legs, Jo is a connoisseur's fantasy woman.

Kate came in shortly after Jo. I assumed, correctly as it turned out, that the woman with her was her daughter, Sam. Kate retired as a detective inspector in our local police force a couple of years ago. Less obviously attractive than her friends, she is one of the loveliest people you could hope to meet. I even heard a couple of scallywags who played rugby with me say that she was the nicest copper who ever nicked them. Thicker in the hips and waist than the others, she showed off her fantastic bum in tight jeans and ankle boots with two inch heels, all topped off with a nicely filled sweatshirt. Definite D cup!

It was my first sight of the mysterious Sam. She'd just moved in with her mum after leaving her 'prick of a husband' as soon as both kids had left home. Kate had invited her along one Friday previously to meet the girls, and that was the day Marie showed them our home-made porn session on her phone. Talk about first impressions! But the woman; my God! She can only be described as amazingly cute. Mid-forties, endearing smile, about 5 foot 4, blue eyes, light brown hair in a glossy ponytail that bobs as she talks. Long legs in tight jeans, C cup boobs in tight sweater; did I mention cute? I suppose you can tell I'm smitten. It's not just me either, because, as I mentioned in a previous account, Marie picked Sam as her lesbian fantasy woman as we wandered home from the pub not long ago. Her reasoning was, "She's just so yummy." And Angie agrees. As the only one of the group who isn't retired, apart perhaps from Angie, Sam works as a paramedic for the ambulance service after having served in the military.

Exactly on time, Megan arrived. Megan is class personified; tall, elegant, willowy, immaculately dressed as usual: This time in a beautifully tailored two piece trouser suit in sapphire blue with a pale cream blouse showing just enough cleavage to be interesting. The navy blue three inch stilettoes probably cost more than my entire outfit. Perfectly coiffed honey blonde hair and B cup, maybe C cup boobs. Megan is a partner and very occasionally still consults at her solicitor's practice. She never really needed to work at all after she married Charles, but she would never have agreed to be a trophy wife.

In passing, I should say that I actually know Charles better than I do Megan. He made a fortune turning around a failing engineering company and was kind enough to have his business be the shirt sponsor for the rugby club I played for. I haven't seen him for ages though, as he took ill several years ago and rarely leaves home any more. Combined with his illness and the fifteen year age difference between him and his younger wife, Marie suspects that it has been some years since he and Megan have had sex.

The seven women sorted out their drinks and appeared a little surprised that the first ones to arrive hadn't already claimed a table. They were even more surprised when Marie led them down the small corridor away from the bar. Angie took the rear and grinned at me with mischievous glee as she followed them out of sight.

I bent down and searched for a pen in the backpack I'd brought my paper in and settled down with the crossword. I was about halfway through my first pint and struggling with Six Across, 'A fraud who sounds as though he may be fast';  seven letters-, when my phone rang and Marie's name popped up upon the screen.

I answered, "Hello. Geoff's Gents, satisfaction guaranteed. How may we service you today?" I heard some giggles on the line, so I guessed Marie might have me on speaker.

The line went quiet for a moment, then Marie responded in kind. "Good afternoon. I wondered if you could provide a cock for hire for a group of seven ladies."

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

"Not really. Come to think of it, all but one of us are over sixty so it would probably too dangerous to have anyone too virile. Do you have any plodders? You know, slow but willing?" That time I definitely heard Angie sniggering.

"Ah. All we have available in that category are Manuel and Geoffrey, I'm afraid. Now, Manuel is hung like a horse but it's so damn big that when he gets an erection all the blood rushes to his cock and he passes out. He's more of a novelty act really. On the other hand, Geoffrey might be the one you want. He's very clean. How desperate are you?"

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

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

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

Picking up my beer and my bag I sauntered down the corridor to meet the girls. I was reasonably relaxed because this was such a monumentally fucking dumb idea that intelligent women, like a solicitor, a copper, a paramedic and a nurse would never go for it. Lucy is, of course, as daft as a brush but even she wouldn't agree if the others didn't. So it was in that frame of mind that I let myself into the room to see my wife with a smug smile, Angie looking insanely happy and five other woman appraising me with expression of near feral hunger. Why? Oh, shit. Of course! They'd all watched that fucking video.

"Geoffrey." It was Megan. Oh, fuck. I'm being cross examined by a solicitor. "Marie has just made an offer to us all that is as generous as it is outrageous. Are you on board with this?"

I looked at my wife. I love her to bits, despite her temper and weird ideas, so this wasn't the time to fuck about and derail her plan. I stood near the end of the table and gazed around at the seated women. I put my beer on the table and my bag on the floor between the empty chair and Angie's, then I faced the jury.

"Two weeks ago, Marie came home and burst into tears because she felt ashamed of flaunting her sex life in front of her closest friends. She wanted to find a way of sharing her joy with you. All of you. I was reluctant at first but I eventually agreed, subject to certain conditions. If you are happy with those conditions, then yes, I'm on board."

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

"Yes. I have two issues. The moral issue; if I can cheerfully fuck another man's wife then why should I expect Marie to remain faithful to me? And the practical matter; I don't want to get beaten up or run down by an enraged cuckolded husband. I agreed to listen to you before I made a decision."

Megan looked at Sam and Lucy. They inclined their heads to indicate she should carry on. "I am representing Sam in her divorce. It is uncontested. Her husband represents no threat and her involvement with you will not prejudice the action. Are you satisfied?"

I smiled at Sam and she smiled back. I think my cock twitched just with that. "Yes," I replied. "I am. Sam is welcome to join us."

Megan cocked her head slightly. "You know Charles don't you? That would make it especially difficult for a decent man like you. Would it help if I told you that my husband has pleaded with me for years to take a lover?"

"I would be pleased to welcome you after I speak to Charles." I saw her eyes flash. "I don't doubt you for a moment," I said hastily. "That's exactly the kind of man he is. But he deserves the chance to give me his blessing, even if we never explicitly say what it is we're talking about." I shrugged, "Maybe it's a guy thing."

Megan smiled. "Do you know? I'm certain my husband would have said much the same if he were in your position. I'll let Marie know when you can call. He'll look forward to seeing you again."

She looked across the table again. "And finally, we have Lucy's situation." I said nothing. I knew Lucy was married. Marie and Angie both assured me that her husband was a useless twat; but did that give me the right to fuck his wife? I wasn't convinced. Megan made her pitch.

"Eddie is an alcoholic and a wastrel. When he isn't in the pub, he's in the bookies, watching racing on TV or in a drunken stupor. Why she won't leave him, only she knows, and she can't explain it to us."

I looked at Lucy as her eyes filled up while Megan dissected her marriage. "Apparently, Eddie's addiction has left him functionally impotent, but rather than deal with his alcohol problem or admit its effects, he blames his lack of interest on his wife's lack of appeal." Megan saw the look on my face. "Exactly. That overweight bladder of alcohol and lard pretending to be a man, says this goddess isn't good enough for him."

Now I saw Lucy in a new light. Any man, young or old, would be privileged to have her by his side. She stood up and walked across to where I still stood. With tears in her eyes she looked up and repeated what Marie had told me, "When I asked him to make love to me he said, 'who'd want to stick their cock in a wrinkly old snatch like yours?' And it's not. Honestly Geoff; it isn't." And she burst into tears.

Without thinking, I put my arms around her and hugged her close. The others looked uncertain whether to come and console her or leave her with me. I looked to my wife for guidance but she just smiled, so I must be doing it right so far. I bent down to kiss the top of her head and just ran my hands up and down her back. I could only see one solution, so I let go of her and took her by the hand and led her to the empty chair, my chair, at the end of the table. I sat down and pulled Lucy onto my lap. Once we were settled, I looked up at Megan. "Fuck Eddie. Lucy's in if she wants." Everyone else in the room let out a breath they didn't know they were holding.

I pulled her against my body and spoke softly to her. "It's okay sweetheart. It's not you. You're gorgeous. He's just lashing out at you because he knows you're too good for him." The other women seemed to relax even more.

Then Lucy's muffled voice came up from my embrace. "But he said I had a wrinkly old snatch and no one will want me." And she sobbed against me some more.

Now, I never pretended to be a complicated person. Try the simple solutions first is my approach. "Show me." The air was almost drawn out of the room as six of the seven women gasped simultaneously. Lucy was so upset that she didn't register at first.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

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

"You don't mind?" She asked, hesitantly. Now there's a very famous dirty, and I mean absolutely filthy, comedian from our neck of the woods, and one of his lines came to mind. 'No madam. I'm not a gynecologist, but I can give it a fucking good look.'

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I just agreed to you joining our sex club. At some point in the next few weeks I want to kiss your snatch and put my cock in it. Why would I mind looking at it now?" I sat up and said again, only louder, "Show me."

I thought she would have lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Not our Lucy. The skirt was on the floor in seconds and she bent to pull her tiny briefs down as though was alone in her bedroom, no qualms at all. The room was absolutely silent as she stood, bare assed, in front of me, nervously awaiting my verdict. I wasn't going to tease her.

I made a point of looking very carefully at her neatly trimmed lady-garden. When I was done, I looked her in the eye. "Your pudenda, snatch, pussy or however you want to refer to it, is perfect. May I touch it to make sure it still works, seeing as your husband hasn't exercised it recently?"

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

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

Angie passed over the towel and I put it on my lap and re-seated Lucy and we wriggled to get comfy. Little Geoff had behaved himself when we were consoling the sad lady, but the bare  assed lady got his full attention. Hence the wriggling on my part. I looked at Marie with a raised eyebrow, asking for permission. She gave me a mock hard stare but then smiled and nodded. Lucy was sat across both of my legs with her right side towards me. I had my left arm around her shoulder and she rested her head on my chest. I moved my right hand gently between her thighs and started to rub her ever so softly.

As Lucy and I set out to restore her self-confidence, Angie had not been idle. She ferreted about in my bag while everyone else but Marie watched in disbelief as I masturbated their friend in front of them.

"Geoff, you're a fucking genius. Ladies, behold a curated selection of sex toys chosen for your delectation and delight when you are guests at La Maison du Plaisir."

The girls were torn: should they watch a live sex show or take the opportunity to see what a butt plug looks like? Two minutes later the room was abuzz with chatter as the four unoccupied women quizzed Marie and Angie about the toys and how they worked. The nipple clamps seemed to be the most deliciously intriguing items on display.

Meanwhile my questing fingers were sliding between Lucy's velvety smooth labia. She gave a deep sigh and snuggled in closer. I noticed her friends glancing at us now and again to reassure themselves she was okay, and then they'd go back to the show-and-tell. Lucy gasped when my finger slipped into her cunt and she wriggled some more to give me maximum penetration. After a couple of minutes I moved to her clit and she gave a delightful little shudder, and her, "Oh, yes!" caused more than one hand around the room to disappear under the table.

If you've never been in that situation, it’s hard to imagine how erotic it is to be there, watching someone, particularly a woman, having an orgasm. And Lucy was building up to a doozy. She was helping now, rubbing her slit across the towel, trying to find the best position to stimulate her lips. I'd stopped teasing her clit by this time and I was rubbing it as roughly and as fast as I dared. Her hands grasped her tits, squeezing her nipples hard. She was panting, trying to speak but she couldn't string her words together as she pushed herself ever harder onto my hand. "For God's; Ahh; Don't stop; Oh, fuck.; I'm going to; "

Lucy had the quietest, loveliest orgasm I'd ever seen. She took a massive deep breath and I felt every muscle in her body seem to lock rigid and then, after about thirty seconds, she just sighed happily and melted into my arms. It was beautiful to witness and I could see tears in the eyes of the other women as they watched their friend come down from her climax. I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek. It was my wife. "Geoffrey," she said in very soft voice. "Is it possible that you'll leave me with even one friend who isn't hopelessly in love with you?"

I had no answer to that, so I didn't try. To be fair, I don't think Marie expected me to. Then Angie stood up. "Kate. Give me a hand to clear these glasses away before someone comes to collect them. We'll get another round in and bring some menus back with us." As the pair were leaving she called over her shoulder, "Perhaps someone might persuade her ladyship to put her knickers back on too."

The rest of the session was something of an anti-climax, if you see what I mean. I stayed to chat with Marie and her friends long enough to have another pint and order my meal, but then I excused myself to eat in the bar. That way the girls could have the rest of their catch-up free from Y chromosomes and I could finish my crossword in peace. As I said my goodbyes, Angie shouted at me, "Cheater."

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

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

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

I got home about an hour before Marie and decided that I couldn't be arsed to mow the lawn, so I sat and looked through some recipe books for ideas for the following week. I was just finishing making a list of things we'd need when my wife breezed in.

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

She joined me on the sofa and snuggled up close. "Are you in the middle of anything?" She asked. "Because I think you'll be interested in the conversation we all had after you left."

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

Marie was just about bouncing with excitement as she described what happened. "I barely know where to start," she exclaimed. She took a deep breath and began. "First of all, they all wanted me to tell you that what you did for Lucy was the kindest, most beautiful, most erotic thing any of them had ever seen. And if Lucy were thirty years younger, she'd willingly have had your babies. And bringing the sex toys in your bag really got them horny. It was inspired.

"Next; they all want to join Marie's Language Classes. This is the cover for our trysts. If anyone asks, I'm teaching my friends French or Spanish to help keep our brains active. We're meeting here in small numbers to keep it manageable and I'm only doing it as a favor to my best friends, so there are no vacancies. As far as anyone else is concerned, you just retreat to your study and keep out of our way. Discretion is important to all of them, except Angie. She and I have already outed ourselves at least twice, but even we might have to tone it down a bit.

"Now," she took a big breath and let it slowly. "This is important. Every one of my friends has their own hang ups." She saw the look on my face. "No! Don't worry. They don't expect you to fix them. But I can't tell you what they let slip this afternoon after you'd left. I promised and I know you won't press. But part of my promise is that you and I won't discuss what happens between us and the girls when we're paired off, unless it affects our marriage."

"And last of all." She could barely sit still. "My first 'tuition session' is on Wednesday evening, with my 'students' arriving about six forty five. Sex starts at seven and we'll meet up for a comfort break at eight then, restart with new partners at eight fifteen. Another break at nine fifteen and then the girls can amuse each other, go home or join us in our bed until half past ten or so." She looked up at me coyly. "Is that last bit okay? It wasn't what we said but I couldn't resist when someone suggested it."

I couldn't help but laugh. My wife was like a child waiting for Christmas but, instead of looking forward to opening presents, she was excited at the thought of us having sex with her friends.

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

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

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

Her eyes sparkled and she couldn't help grinning. "Yes, you adorable old goat. The girls made me promise to give you the ‘seeing to’ of your life for what you said and did for Lucy. Go take your 'vitamins' big boy; I'm going to fuck you 'til I'm too sore to walk."

I almost skipped to the bathroom to take one of my ED22 tablets. This would only be my second go with new erection enhancing drug, and the first with just one woman. I got a bottle of lube out too: well, you can't be too careful; Marie was well past the menopause and these tablets could keep me fucking for hours. I didn't want her to get hurt because she was too dry. That triggered something that had been on my mind for a while, and it must have shown on my face when I got back downstairs.

Marie took a sip of her tea as I picked my own cup up and sat down. "You have a look," she said, accusingly. "Is there something you want to share?"

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

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "I want to learn how to do anal sex properly. With six other women in my bed, there's a decent chance that one of them may fancy it. I want my first time to be with you. Tonight, if you're willing."

I can't describe the look that she gave me. "You sit there, calmly drinking a cup of tea, and tell me that you want to put your willy in my bum?"

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

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

"Exactly," I grinned.

She looked thoughtful. "I have one condition."

"Name it," says I.

"If we do this; disgusting thing;”

"Yes?"

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

We reconvened in the bedroom some twenty minutes later, having discussed how to have anal sex as we finished out tea. To be clear, it was the discussion that we had over tea, not the anal sex.

We had realized that, although the anal play on porn videos portrayed it as something that usually happened spontaneously, in fact, preparation was key. On that basis we decided to try a middle ground. Marie used the toilet to void her bowels and then washed her bum really carefully, while I put a couple of condoms on our bedside table, along with a lube dispenser and some ass plugs. We didn't have any enema kits so we put that on the list for our next trip to the naughty shop.

Marie looked nervous as we climbed into bed. "Don't worry sweetheart," I told her. "My job is to give you enough orgasms that you're so relaxed when we get to the big finale that you won't feel any discomfort."

I reached for the smallest plug on the table and lubed it well. "Are you ready?" I asked. She gritted her teeth and nodded. The plug slipped slowly, but easily into her back passage. "There, snug as a bug." I told her. She seemed surprised that it wasn't uncomfortable, and got out of bed and walked around the room to try this new sensation.

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

The sight of her walking around, stark naked, with a little jeweled cap sticking out of her fundament had me hard already. I grabbed her hand on one of her circuits of the room and pulled her back onto the bed. We kissed for a while until I heard her tits calling for attention and I felt obliged to attend. Once they were satiated, her vulva made its needs known so I decided to pay a house call. I spent a happy ten minutes playing between her thighs making her come again and I couldn't resist giving the ass plug a few tweaks Just for your information, it made her squeal.

By now Marie was quite aroused and I wanted her to feel what it was like to be fucked with a plug up her bum. I knelt up and rubbed my cock at her opening and then slid inside her.

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

It was odd because I could feel it too; this hard shape inside her, that nudged me as I slewed in and out. She came before I was even close. That was okay by me. I helped her to turn over and took her from behind. This time I could feel my own orgasm building but, again, Marie was way ahead of me. She arched her back pushing her backside towards me and pressing her belly into the bed whilst moaning into her pillow. I was half a minute behind her as I spit my first load into her cunt.

I bent and kissed her neck. "Stay there dear," I instructed her. I got another ass plug, a bit bigger than the first, off the table and carefully applied more lube. I took out the first one and the second went in just as easily.

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

I reached round for a spare pillow and put it under her hips. Then I bent and renewed my friendship with her clit. I had to be careful because I knew she'd be sensitive, but I wanted her as aroused as I could get her. I'm not a massive fan of the taste of my own semen, but if my wife will swallow when she blows me I can't see a reason why I can't face some dribbling out of her cunt when it was me that put it there. I also experimented with the plug while I was licking her from behind. Yes. She was a fan of that too.

After ten minutes I was getting hard again and Marie was starting to squirm. I unwrapped a condom and rolled it down my cock and then applied a generous coat of lube. I made sure that she was comfortable laying on her front and then I lined up behind her. I pulled the ass plug out and pressed the tip of my cock against her anus before it closed too tight. I slipped a lot more easily than I expected, thanks to the ass plugs, and once my glans was inside I paused.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked hesitantly. We were in virgin territory here, literally, and I didn't want Marie hurt or upset.

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

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

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

I gently increased the pressure and my cock slipped deeper into that forbidden passage. "Oof. Fuck that feels so weird," Marie gasped. But, she didn't tell me to stop so I kept going. It took a full minute before I was belly to buttocks with my wife and I suspect if felt as odd to me as it did to her. When I was a child, I just assumed that there was a big chamber on the other side of my bum that I emptied when I went to the toilet.

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