Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 6

An Academy of Coitus.

Marie's friends take turns to visit her and her husband.

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

When we heard voices from the other bedroom we got up and followed the others downstairs. Marie and Jo were laughing together when we arrived in the kitchen, so lesbian love hadn't offended Jo too much. Marie looked at Kate as we entered. "Hi babe. How was it for you?"

Kate smiled at her friend. "I just need to get laid so much. Now I feel so good that I can't find the words to describe it."

Marie looked at me. "And what about you?"

"A gentleman never tells," I said. "Other than to compliment you on your choice of friends. I have enjoyed this evening immensely; but I'm wondering how you ladies would like to end it. Shall I take a quick shower while you pour me a glass of wine and decide?" And I left them to it.

I was back downstairs in less than ten minutes, intrigued as to Jo and Kates' decision. Were they orgasmed out, did they want to play together or did they want to try a foursome?

Marie passed me a glass of wine as I joined them. I took a sip as Marie explained that the girls couldn't decide what to do for the rest of the evening. She saw the look on my face and grinned at her friends. "Mr. Smarty Pants here obviously has some ideas." She turned to me. "Go on then. What are you thinking."

"It might be better if I showed you," I suggested. I put my glass on the kitchen table and walked across to Jo. I kissed her firmly on the lips and then untied the belt on her dressing gown, allowing it to fall open. I reclaimed my wine glass and, after dipping my index finger into the ruby liquid, anointed her nipples with wine. I bent to lick it off as she stood, mesmerized, as her friends watched me.

"It's my belief that our Jo is a closet exhibitionist," I explained. "I think that she would enjoy an audience while I fuck her bent over the kitchen table."

Jo didn't say anything but her pupils dilated even further and she licked her lips while Marie and Kate considered my words. "Is that true, Jo?" My wife purred as she approached her friend. "Do you really want Kate and I to watch while my husband fucks you over my kitchen table?"

I saw a flush spread down Jo's neck down to the top of her chest. Fuck! She wasn't even this turned on while I was actually doing her!

"You dirty, dirty girl." Now Kate had joined in. "I bet you even expect Marie to touch you while her husband's banging you. Is that right?"

Jo was breathing heavily now. I stepped behind her and slipped the gown off her shoulders and cupped her tits as it fell to the floor. "I think that we all know what's going to happen now," I whispered in her ear. "Lean forwards with both hands on the table and don't move." I looked at the other two women. "Take your seats ladies. The show is about to start."

Jo took a single step to reach the table and silently bent at the waist to lean against it. She still hadn't said a word. I stood behind her and slipped my hand between her thighs. I couldn't believe how wet she felt. "You've never done this before. Am I right?" She shook her head. ""How long have you wanted to be fucked senseless while other people have watched you?"

"I was on holiday in Amsterdam, before I met Patrick. There was a group of us and we got high and found a live sex show." Her voice was soft and wistful. "Everyone else thought it was a hoot but," she paused as she remembered that night. "But I watched that woman on the stage as her lover penetrated her and it was the most arousing sight I'd ever seen. I wanted to be her; to do that; to be so free."

Now she sounded sad as she continued. "But life's not like that, is it? I didn't want to be a prostitute or a stripper: I just wanted to be able to do what she did, even just once."

I slipped off my own dressing gown. "Will this do, Jo? It's only an audience of two, but they are going to sit and watch you being fucked. Two of your very closest friends are going to watch you take my cock. Will that do for a start? Then you can fantasize about doing it with a different audience next time."

She had already come at least three times with me that evening and God alone knows what Marie had done to her, so she was already aroused when we started this game. I also had an agenda of my own that this was playing quite nicely towards. I glanced at Marie and Kate to see them staring at my cock as I placed it at Jo's entrance. Jo gasped as she realized that the game was about to get real.

I slipped gradually inside her and used my hands on her hips to embed myself balls deep. Marie decided to help her friend's fantasy as I started to pump back and forth. "Look Kate. Look at how Geoff's cock is slipping in and out of Jo's cunt. Look how wet and shiny he is."

Kate was genuinely excited too. "This is the first time that I've ever seen two people having sex in real life," she said, breathlessly. "This is so fucking hot. Jo you dirty bitch."

"Is this what you wanted Jo?" I murmured in her ear. Two of your best friends watching while one of their husbands fucks you?"

"Oh, yes," she groaned. "I've wanted to do something like this for so long."

"Ask Marie what it's like, watching you fucking her husband on her kitchen table," I told her.

"Is it, oh!" She gasped. "Marie. Is it hot watching; Oh!" Another gasp.

"It's beautiful, babe." Marie reassured her. "I can see his cock slipping in and out of you. It's really sexy. Maybe." My wife paused for effect. "Maybe another time you could let us watch him take you up your bum. Would you like that, you dirty girl?"

Jo couldn't answer. It didn't take long before I could feel her internal muscles starting to grip as she approached her climax. She was making cute little moans in time to my thrusts and they were getting louder and more urgent every passing second. Eventually she threw her head back and cried out as she hit a massive orgasm. I kept on thrusting trying to fuck her through it, but she was spent. We helped her to a chair and left her to recover.

I smiled and looked at Kate. "You next. Take up the position." Then I turned to Marie. "I don't know what you're grinning at. Line up next to her." The two women looked nonplussed for a moment, then hurried to take up position side by side in front of me. I stood for a moment wondering how this could be. Only a couple of months ago I was convinced that my wife had gone off sex, and off me. Then I had a bit of an episode when she was berating our daughter's sex life, and here we were; she and her friend are bent over the kitchen table presenting their naked backsides to me while a spent friend recovers from yet another orgasm as she watches. I was sure that there was a life lesson in there somewhere but, on the other hand, there were two naked ladies anxious to be serviced, so I decided to put existential angst on the back burner and make the most of it.

I decided to take my wife first as she hadn't had any cock at all that evening, unless I counted one of the rubber ones from the naughty shop. Either way she sighed gratefully as I guided my cock into her lovely moist tunnel. "Hi honey. I'm home," I warbled as we moved together. I tried to keep count as I stroked into her. After ten, I dismounted. "I'm just popping next door," I explained as I pushed my cock into Kate. They both giggled. Ten strokes into Kate as I admired her shapely bum and then back to Marie. For the next ten minutes all you could have heard in the kitchen was the sound of my belly slapping into the buttocks of the two lovely women in front of me, punctuated by the moans as we all got closer.

I was glad when Kate came first, as I was getting close myself and I really wanted to finish inside my wife. As it happened, I couldn't hold back and I spent my load into Marie before she was ready. Jo came to the rescue though, and while I was trying as hard as I could to keep going before my erection subsided, she knelt by my wife and started to rub Marie's clit. Marie was completely unprepared for it and only lasted a minute longer before she succumbed to the inevitable and gracefully collapsed onto the table giggling quietly to herself.

That seemed to be an appropriate moment to bring the evening to a close, so Jo and Kate each retired to one of the en-suites for a shower before they got dressed and joined us back downstairs. It struck me that this should have felt really awkward, but it didn't; honestly. We all kissed, rather chastely under the circumstances and we wished them a safe journey home as they left together.

I looked at Marie as we held hands at the door. "Well babe." I said. "Are we still a couple?"

She cuddled up close. "Nothing that you did or said tonight made me anything but proud," she said. "I asked you to make my friends happy, and you did. I know that every time you make love to them you form an attachment. That's 'cos you're a big softie really; and I love you all the more for it. Let’s go to bed. I want to hold you even if you can't make love again." As it happened, I could.

On Thursday we had a bit of a lie in {that's married people talk for having morning sex) and then we had a light breakfast as Marie was meeting Jane for lunch. We chatted about the night before, but didn't break our promise to the girls to keep the intimate details private. I was reassured now that Marie seemed comfortable watching me have sex with her friends and I was relaxed about her lesbian quid pro quo. I admit that I was uneasy about something, though. Everything that I had been brought up to believe told me this was wrong. I was still troubled by this cultural indoctrination even though I had no logical explanation for why I was supposed to feel guilty for making two friends happy. Fuck it. I love my wife, and her friends deserve physical affection.

Anyway, we changed the beds and put the soiled sheets in to wash then went to get the weekly shopping. After we'd packed everything away Marie went to meet Jane while I went to the pub for lunch. I'd decided I'd had a good workout the previous evening and deserved a treat.

Marie was preparing a tagine for tea when I got home; just the two of us tonight, Colin had football practice. "Hello love," I said as I gave her a kiss. "How was your lunch date?"

"It was okay," Marie said thoughtfully. "Jane enjoys your flirting and she understands that I wasn't offended by her playing along. But." I wondered what was coming next. "But, I'm sorry Geoff," she said hurriedly. "She's just such an awful gossip. She told me things in confidence that I had no need to know, about people who'd be terribly embarrassed if they found out what she was saying about them. I tried to call her out on it but she doesn't seem to care.

"There's no way that I can invite her to meet the girls; She'd be forever pestering a solicitor, a nurse and a copper for juicy titbits, and I know your suspicions about Angie's;  activities. And if she ever found out about our language classes, it would be all over town in an hour."

I was actually relieved. Yes, Jane was attractive and yes, she was young enough to be our daughter, but there was something comfortable about our arrangement with Marie's friends. Even now, I can't really explain it, but somehow it was okay for me to help my wife's friends, but screwing a friend of mine would cross a line. I think that I may be even more broken than I realized.

On Friday Marie asked if it was okay if Angie stayed for the weekend. They had enjoyed our previous dance evening so much that they wanted to do it again, if I was willing. Was I ever! I rang to arrange for a taxi that evening and asked if Ken was free. He'd taken us the last time we went out together and I rather enjoyed his company. I have to admit that I was looking forward to finding out if my companions' behavior that night had any; repercussions in his own marital relations.

That afternoon, I picked Colin up from school and we discussed his homework, population dynamics and how women's reproductive choices could affect prosperity and economic growth. It was interesting and we lost track of time until his gran called him for his tea. We sat with him and chatted while he ate. We'd decided to eat out later with Angie. Colin's ears pricked up when we explained why we weren't eating with him. "Oh," he said. "Will mum be acting all weird again on the way home then?"

Marie explained to him that she and Angie were very good friends and loved each other very much. But his mum had misunderstood and thought that meant that Gran didn't love me anymore. She reassured Colin that she loved his grandad more than ever and we both wanted Angie to have people in her life that cared for her; so we were happy for her to come and stay and spend time with us both.

Colin gave me a very thoughtful look before he went to finish his homework. Marie and I glanced meaningfully at each other, shrugged and went to get showered and changed.

Angie arrived just after six, as I was on the phone to Linda. Angie dashed into the study to give Colin a hug while I called upstairs to tell Marie that Linda was on her way home from work and would be with us to collect Colin in quarter of an hour. Angie grabbed her case from near the door to go and get changed upstairs as Marie came down to meet her. Colin came out of the study to show me his homework, and he watched as the two friends met and gave each other a loving hug, and a passionate kiss.

"Oops," said Colin. "Good job Mum missed that. She'd have seriously got her knickers in a twist." We just grinned at each other and then went to sit in the kitchen so he could show me his work. It was a thoughtful piece that contrasted, in a thirteen year old's words, the importance of women to an economy and their lower status in too many societies. Open minded and empathetic, he was going to be a real catch when he grew up. That decided me: I needed to have a long chat with his mum.

By the time Linda arrived we were all downstairs. The girls looked stunning. Marie was in a long dark blue dress with a scooped neck, showing her amazing cleavage. Angie was in a long burgundy dress with a split to mid-thigh. Their makeup was subtle but they glowed.

Me? Really? Okay: I was in a blue two-piece suit, a shade darker than my wife's dress. I thought it would be nice to coordinate with both my girls so I put on a burgundy silk tie, with an Eldridge knot, to match Angie's dress. Smart brown shoes completed the ensemble, as though anyone would be looking at me!

Linda followed the voices to the kitchen when she arrived. Marie and her friend were raiding my wine rack for a nice white to chill in time for our return home. "Wow! Mum, Angie, you both look amazing."

My wife waited for a second, probably to see if there were any judgmental caveats to follow before she replied. "Thank you love. That's very nice of you to say so. Your Dad and I really enjoyed our last dance night with Angie, so we thought it would be nice to do it more often."

Colin and I joined them in the kitchen as she was speaking and I stood between Marie and her friend with an arm around both of their waists. "Aren't I the luckiest man?" I gave Marie a peck on the cheek and then did the same to Angie. I looked squarely at Linda. "Two gorgeous women all to myself tonight." Linda flushed and I swear I heard Colin snort behind me.

The three women went into the living room to chat, while Colin and I tried to find a nice wine for later. In the end, Colin chose a Pinot Grigio for us;  he said that he thought we might enjoy the white pear and lychee taste;  so we put a bottle in the fridge. Seeing as we were already in the kitchen, I took one of my 'special' tablets, making sure that Colin didn't see me. It was one thing telling Colin that Marie and I loved Auntie Angie: I wasn't about to explain that I was taking an erection enhancing drug so that I could have sex with them both all night!

Anyway, Linda and Colin left without any drama just as our taxi pulled up. Marie went through her checklist for me. "Have you got your wallet, door keys, handkerchief?"

I probably looked a bit insulted. "Yes dear," I sighed.

"Have you taken your tablet?" Marie asked. Angie gave me a look; at my groin.

"Yes dear."

"Did you remember the condoms?" She fell about laughing. "Oh Geoff. The look on your face."

I smiled. "Come on you daft bat. We're not getting any younger."

The girls walked together towards the taxi and, as I locked up, I heard a squeal of joy from Angie. "Geoff! You complete genius. You got Ken to drive us." She all but skipped down the driveway and threw her arms around the poor man's neck. "Ken! You're my favorite cabbie. I'm so pleased to see you again." She demonstrated her sincerity by planting a big kiss on his mouth. I'm as certain as I can be that there was tongue involved.

I looked at my wife. "I bet you're pleased to see Ken too." She nodded shyly. "I imagine he's your favorite cabbie as well." She just smiled. It seemed to be my night for sighing. "So go and show Ken how glad you are that he's our driver tonight." To her credit, she gave me a lovely hug first and then went to give Ken a big kiss. He also got the bonus of a lovely bosom pressed up against him, as well as a damn good look down a damn fine cleavage.

We set off for the country hotel hosting the dinner dance, with me in the front with Ken and my two ladies plotting in the seat behind us. "Do you remember us Ken?" I asked.

"Vividly." He replied, apparently surprised that I should even have asked.

"You mentioned, as you dropped us off last time, something about your wife, er, may perhaps be going to benefit from the experience," I said, rather hesitantly.

He looked both embarrassed and rather smug. "Er, well yes. She 'benefitted' twice that night and once again the next morning."

"Oh, Ken!" Came a chorus from the rear seats.

"You naughty saucepot," said Angie. Ken smirked. "So did you do it up her bum?" Angie continued conversationally. It was fascinating watching his satisfied expression morph into a rictus of terror as he recalled how Angie had tormented me the first time that he drove us. "Well?" She persisted. "Do you sometimes go 'in' the 'out' door?"

"You know you're going to have to answer her, don't you?" I observed, as kindly as I could, when I saw his hesitation. "She's relentless, especially when she's interrogating someone about sex."

"N, No," he stammered eventually. "We've never done that."

"Me neither," she said wistfully. "She has." She meant Marie. "The luck bitch. Do you think Geoff would do me up the bum, if I ask him nicely?"

"Do women actually like that sort of thing?" He asked warily.

"Well I don't know, do I?" She was getting a little testy now. "I just admitted that I've never done it. You'll have to ask Mrs. Smuggy McSmugface here."

Marie spared him having to ask. "It was an odd feeling," she volunteered cheerfully. "And it felt very naughty." She thought for a moment. "I did have a massive orgasm though. We're definitely going to do it again, but next time we'll prepare better, so that we can do it bareback." She sat back in her seat and looked fondly at her best friend. "I'm sure Geoff would love to do yours too. Shopping trip tomorrow? To get some enema kits?"

Ken looked me helplessly. "Are they always like this?"

I gave his question some serious thought. "Individually, no; together, sometimes but together with the prospect of sex; always!"

I heard some more whispering behind me and I was sure one of the women murmured, "We'll keep that for the trip home." The dirty laughs that followed convinced me that they were on a hyper tonight and, I'm not sure if you'd noticed, they haven't had a drop to drink yet!

We drove more or less in silence for the rest of the journey. It wasn't far. I knew the return trip was likely to be; challenging; but I didn't say anything to Ken. No need to alarm him prematurely after all.

When we arrived at the hotel, the girls stayed in the back of the taxi until Ken realized that they were waiting for him to open the doors for them. Angie was sitting on the driver's side so he let her out first. I swear that I saw her rub her hand along the front of his trousers as she got out. She bobbed down and looked across to Marie, still sitting behind my seat, "I think Ken enjoyed our company."

The poor man walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Marie and stood to attention with a look of resignation on his face as Marie stepped out and 'accidentally' stroked his groin too. She grinned across the cab roof at her friend and said, "Perhaps we should talk about something else on the way home. Do tell us you'll be driving us back tonight, Ken."

"Er, Yes Madam, The gentleman insisted."

"Oh goody! We love our little chats," Marie beamed.

I paid our fare, with a generous tip, and clapped him gently on the shoulder. "It's only a ten minute drive," I told him. "It probably won't be too bad. Probably."

The evening went rather well. The three course meal was better than I expected, given that it was a set menu designed to be served quickly. The music was provided by a small but competent house band playing recognizable tunes that were easy to dance to. I alternated dancing with Marie and Angie but when we returned to our table after each dance I restricted myself to kissing their hands. We were trying to behave better than last time.

About an hour into the dance, I came back from a visit to the gents' toilet to find a couple of attractive women, probably in their fifties, talking to the girls. I looked enquiringly at my wife and she explained. "Geoffrey. These nice ladies are regulars here but they find it difficult to find men to dance with. A lot of the wives think they are," she lowered her voice, "Cougars on the prowl, and they won't let their husbands dance with them. They thought that since we seem less possessive than the other women here, they might beg a couple of dances each from you. Would that be okay?"

"I'd be happy to oblige, as long as you and Angie aren't going to feel neglected."

Marie invited the two women to join us at our table and, when the next tune began, I stood and offered my hand to the one closest to me. Sue was a lovely woman, about 5 foot 6, curvaceous without being too overweight, long brown hair and blue eyes. She was an excellent dancer and wasn't shy about holding herself close as we moved. I could see why some wives might be wary of letting her loose on her husbands. I glanced at Marie as we moved past her and she was grinning at me, totally unconcerned. Mind you, she had groped our taxi driver's willy only a couple of hours ago, so there was no moral high ground there for her.

My next dance was with Angie. It was easier for me to dance all night as I didn't have high heels to cope with, so the girls seemed comfortable to take turns. After Angie, I danced with Margie. Taller and slimmer than her friend, a blue eyed blonde, she was also not shy about holding me close as we swayed to the music. In any other circumstances, these two would have been a handful; compared to my two companions, however, they were beginners. When we returned to the table I held my hand out to Marie. She shook her head. "Sit this one out, dear. Let's talk to our new friends."

It turned out that Sue was recently divorced after a long separation and Margie's husband had died three years ago. They both taught at the same secondary school, for  11 to 16 year olds; Sue math and Margie Spanish. They had started coming to the dances regularly a few months ago, just for a change of scene, but were seriously tempted to stop, because it seemed that they spent more time sitting than dancing: unless they danced together.

"Comments, Geoff?" said Marie.

"They're trouble," I told her, grinning at them. "Not up to your standards, obviously. But they are definitely a pair of naughty girls."

Sue and her friend seemed a little nonplussed by me calling them out so frankly, but Marie seemed unsurprised. "Don't worry, ladies. I trust Geoff absolutely. You can push the boundaries with him as much as you like, but he'll stop you before you go too far."

"I have to admit," Margie said. "You seemed very comfortable when he danced with your friend. That's why we came over. The other men seem to be trying to hold us at arm’s length: it's not very good for a girl's self-esteem."

I broke in. "Don't blame the men. I'm certain that they'd be quite happy to hold you close. It sounds as though you don't realize how attractive you both are. That's why a lot of the wives will be feeling a little insecure. Your 'issues' with personal space probably don't help much either." Sue grinned unrepentantly.

"Well done, Geoff," my wife said. "All this sex is turning you into a very smooth operator." The two friends looked startled. Angie looked on in delight as Marie continued speaking. "Up until recently," she began. "We had a very conventional marriage."

"Some might even have said 'dull'," interjected Angie, trying to keep a straight face.

"Thank you dear," Marie said, giving her friend a faux glare. "Anyway, we had a minor spat that could have escalated but instead we realized what we'd let slip over the years. Now we fuck like monkeys at every opportunity and, somehow, Angie got caught up in it. I trust Geoff completely because I know how hard is was to persuade him to have sex with her."

"In fact, to be fair," Angie butted in again. "I had to have sex with you first before he would give me a seeing-to."

"So you see," Marie continued blithely, as Sue and Margie sat in stunned silence. "Geoff is getting laid in ways that men half his age can only dream of. He has no reason to stray because he knows he only has to ask and we'll do anything he wants."

"I want him to do my bottom tomorrow." Angie added excitedly.

Marie smiled fondly at her. "If Geoff agrees," she went on, turning back to our new friends. "I think we'd all look forward to making this a regular night out for the three of us. And you'd both be welcome to join us."

"Erm, excuse me?" I thought it was time to contribute.

"Yes dear?" Marie cocked her head at me. "Is there something on your mind?" She asked sweetly.

"Join us? Would you care to clarify? And don't you have some sort of agreement with the girls?' I asked rather desperately.

"Oh, no darling. That agreement only applies to Wednesdays. Angie and I meet the girls on alternate Fridays and we can come dancing with Sue and Margie the other weeks."

"Oh, of course, dancing; that's alright then." I was relieved.

"Yes, just dancing, silly man. We'll all do the sex stuff afterwards, at home."

"Sex stuff?" Sue squeaked, while Angie looked on, gleefully.

"Well, just pressing yourself up against him while you're dancing isn't really going to scratch the itch, is it? So why not get warmed up on the dance floor then come back home with us and get the full Geoffrey experience?"

"Erm? Excuse me?" I repeated.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Geoff. Not again. After all the hesitation and soul searching last time. Haven't you realized yet how much I love you? Angie and I can both see how attracted you are to these two. Why not just concede that we want to make you happy? And it breaks my heart to think of these lovely ladies each going home to empty beds every night. Just trust us like we trust you."

She turned to Margie, who was sat next to her. "How did you get here tonight?"

"It was Sue's turn to drive this week," she replied, bemused at the direction the evening was taking.

Marie was in organizing mode. "Right, you can join Angie in the taxi with Geoff and Ken, and I'll go with Sue to direct her to our house. Then, when we get there, we'll have an intimate little orgy, just the five of us, and then you can go home or stay over in the guest room. Does that appeal to you?"

Margie looked helplessly at her friend. "So, let me get this clear in my mind," she said slowly. "On the basis of us asking you to let your husband dance with us, and a brief chat afterwards, you're inviting us back to your house to have sex with him?"

"Oh, no; or at least, not quite," Marie said. "Angie and I find you attractive too. We'd really like you both to have sex with all of us."

Angie could barely contain herself. "Please come," she begged. "Marie's the only woman I've ever had sex with, and she's awesome! I mean, cock's better, but a woman going down on you is really special too. I'd love to try it with you two as well. Please come."

She saw the look I gave her at the deliberate double entendre and tried to look innocent.

Sue spoke up. "Sorry. But, who's Ken?" She looked lost, and was grasping at straws, trying to make some sense, any sense, of the conversation.

"I've got this," Angie told us. She looked at Sue. "Ken is our favorite taxi driver. We like him and we love messing with his head. When we go out tonight, we'll all give him a big kiss, well not Geoff, obviously, then Margie and I will torture him all the way home by talking about sex. He'll get all horny and go home and fuck Mrs. Ken's brains out."

Sue shook her head. "Is everything about sex?"

Angie looked sad. "I had two failed marriages that fucked me up so much that I was effectively celibate for a decade. Then these two rediscovered their genitalia and wanted to make everyone else as happy as they were. I got caught up in it and I can't remember ever being this content. But no, it's not all about sex. I love Geoff, more than I ever loved either of my husbands, and he loves me. I love Marie too, and not just for sharing her husband."

She tried to put her feelings into words. "I'm not good with people stuff; I might even be borderline autistic. But it's nice to feel warm and loved, even just sexual love, even if it's only for a while. Then you realize how much you miss the intimacy of a relationship. That's what you two are trying to recapture when you dance too close. That's why you're intimidating the wives. That's why you should take up Marie's offer. You need to feel another person's naked skin on yours. Basically, you both need to get laid."

Margie and Sue exchanged a wordless look. Sue stood up. "We're going to the ladies' room. Please don't leave until we get back." She took her friend's hand and they walked away.

In less than ten minutes, they were back. Sue spoke for them both. "I feel as though we've fallen down the rabbit hole. We came out to a dance and three strangers have invited us to share their bed. Every ounce of my common sense says that this is so weird we should walk, or even run, away. But you seem so ordinary, so sensible. You talk about loving each other as if it was the most natural thing on earth, where other people would be screaming and throwing vases."

Marie took Sue's hand. "Did you enjoy dancing with Geoff?" She asked softly; looking at them both.

"Yes," said Sue, as Margie nodded.

"Do you find me holding your hand repulsive?" Marie asked.

"No," Sue said slowly, more uncertain this time.

"I've had this conversation with Geoff," Marie told them. "You get one life, and it's wasted if you spend your allotted time trying to live by other people's doctrines. If you had someone who loved you waiting for you at home, trusting you to be faithful, then we'd have no part in you betraying them. But you don't, and we like you, and we'd like to make you happy. Tonight you could be lying in a comfortable bed and feel Geoff's body against yours. You don't have to fuck him. You can just hold him, if that's what you want. I want to hold you too. You're a warm and lovely women. If the thought of me touching you doesn't appeal, that's fine. But don't reject the opportunity because of some cultural indoctrination telling you it's wrong."

Margie spoke this time. "It seems too good to be true. That's why we're reluctant. Why would an attractive woman like you let the two of us sleep with her husband?"

"I understand," my wife replied. "It’s just that I love him so much that I want to share the pleasure that he gives me with other women that I think deserve it. He's such a decent, loving man that I'm happy to have him make love to other women. He's never asked me to let him be unfaithful, he's never strayed, I just want to give him what other men can't have." I watched her eyes fill up as she spoke.

While we'd been talking, the band had taken a short break and the musicians were returning to their places. I took over now. "Ladies, Angie and my wife are right. Until recently, we were all in a bad place and we didn't even realize. I had misgivings tonight when I could see where Marie was going with this, but now I agree with her. I want one more dance with my wife and then, if you're willing, we'd welcome you to our home and our bed. All that we ask is that you're discrete."

Sue and Margie stared at each other, each waiting for the other to commit first. Eventually Margie spoke for the two of them. "Go and dance with your wife, Geoff. Then, apparently, there's a taxi driver I have to kiss."

A Quiet Little Orgy.

We'd been dancing one Friday evening and met two lovely ladies who had asked if they could join us at our table. In this case 'us' consisted of me, Geoff a retired materials scientist, my wife Marie a retired modern languages lecturer and Angie, our shared lover and my wife's best friend.

Sue and Margie, the other ladies I mentioned, had been frustrated at the apparent unwillingness of the men there present that evening to ask them to dance. They had noticed that both of 'my' women seemed happy to share, hence them asking to sit with us.

After a couple of dances and a rather enlightening conversation, both Sue and Margie agreed to come home with us that evening for an intimate little orgy. You see, the thing is, my wife and I recently reignited our sex life and Marie, being the big hearted woman she is, had begged me to accept her six closest friends as lovers, Angie amongst them. Her reasoning was that all six were either single or in sexless relationships and it wasn't fair that outdated cultural values should deny these lovely women, well to put not too fine a point on it, cock; specifically in this instance, my cock.

Eventually, I caved and have now had actual sex with three of 'the girls' and masturbated a fourth on my lap in the pub. In the interests of full disclosure it was in a private room, though my wife and her friends were there too. In my defense, the woman in question, Lucy, had been in tears because her husband apparently avoided sex with her because he claimed that she had a 'wrinkly old snatch'. I was just manually evaluating the validity of his observation. Turns out her 'snatch' was warm, inviting and in every way delightful, thus confirming that her husband was indeed the pointless twat that Marie and Angie claimed, and I withdrew my refusal to have sex with a married woman in Lucy's case.

Anyway, here we were with divorced Sue and widowed Margie, both teachers in their mid-fifties, having had a similar conversation at our table at the Friday night dinner dance. Marie and Angie had found two more attractive women, starved of affection through no fault of their own, and felt compelled to offer my services. "The full Geoffrey experience", as I think my wife described it. This time round I capitulated with barely a murmur. They were pleasant, intelligent women, capable of making their own decisions and Marie had already watched me fuck three of her friends without any obvious signs of jealousy. She'd played with them too, having a bi-side that she'd suppressed since we'd married. Her logic was that it wasn't cheating if we both only had sex with the same people.

I had just got back to our table after a final dance with my wife prior to heading home for an evening of sex with four mature but attractive ladies, when I heard a someone mutter, "Whores!"

I looked up to see a pompous little tit of a man passing our table on his way back from the bar accompanied by a mousey woman I assumed to be his wife. I think that the sudden lull in the music took him by surprise and his comment reached a wider audience than he perhaps intended.

"Whores, where?" Piped up Angie, very loudly. "I've always wanted to see one." She looked at the embarrassed looking man. "You seem to be particularly familiar with them. What do they look like? How much do they charge?" She kept the volume at a level calculated to carry, and the occupants of several tables turned to watch with interest.

The man, probably unwisely, chose to engage in a battle of wits with Angie, a mistake for two reasons; she's the cleverest person I know and she has an almost pathological inability to self-censor.

"We've all noticed," he sneered. "You two trollops arrived with him." A nod in my direction. I smiled and gave a little wave for the benefit of the ever increasing audience. "And then," he continued, blithely unaware of the possible consequences. "these two whores join your little clique of debauchery."

"Oh!" Said Angie. "Could you just clarify though? Are you jealous of Geoff having all these MILFs gathered round him?" This time it was Angie pointing to me. I waggled my fingers at him again, just to piss him off some more.

"Or," she continued, remorselessly, "Are you just pathetically insecure about your wife's fascination over what he's got that enables him to take the four of us home with him, while she's stuck with just you?"

He started to bluster, then stopped, suddenly, as Angie stood and loomed over him. All of a sudden her slender, feminine arms exposed by her dress, now seemed toned, muscular, even dangerous. Almost as if she worked out, regularly, with unarmed combat instructors. "You called me and my bestie 'trollops' and our new friends 'whores'." The teasing tone was gone from her voice by now. "Geoff is too much of a gentleman to offer to take you outside and give you the beating you deserve." She gave him a smile that could scare a paratrooper. "I'm not a gentleman though. I'm not even a lady. So, apologize to me and my friends or;” she thought for a moment. "I'll put you on your ass in front of everyone here."

She was fucking ruthless. She'd given him no way out. He looked around for some sign of support. Nothing, even his wife seemed unimpressed.

"I won't hit a woman,' he smirked, thinking he had a get out of jail free card.

"It's amusing that you think you'd even have a hope of doing so," Angie countered. "So if you're not man enough to apologize and you're afraid to face a defenseless little woman what fucking use are you? Why don't you do everyone a favor and take your poor unfortunate wife and your petty little bigotry and just fuck off and mind your own business?"

Angie turned round and sat down, ignoring him, leaving him standing alone looking exposed and ridiculous. I was proud of her; I actually worried at one point that she might really deck the little prick. I noticed he was still there, processing his dismissal so I did that thing with my hand: you know, palm down and then flicking your fingers as though telling a naughty child to go away and play. He huffed but thought better of poking that particular bear any further and strutted off. I caught his wife's eye and she mouthed, "Sorry!" and stormed after him.

I saw Margie staring at Angie as she and Marie spoke quietly together, then Margie looked at me. "I've held you when we danced," she mused. "I can tell you're very fit by any standards, yet you showed no interest in standing up to that buffoon. But;” She looked thoughtful. "But you didn't seem frightened, or even embarrassed at the thought of facing him down. You just didn't seem to care. Why? What am I missing?"

She looked at Sue, who nodded in agreement.

I sighed. "Look Marie is an ardent feminist," I explained. "So is Angie. If they had been physically threatened, then I would have intervened because I'm bigger, stronger and can handle myself in a fight."

They both looked rather shocked. "You're a brawler?" Margie challenged me.

"No, of course not!" I felt a little insulted. "But I played amateur rugby for nearly forty years. You can't do that if you fall apart if someone gets in your face. But, you have to be able to meet aggression with calm when it's needed; otherwise you get sent off. So tonight, when it came to verbal sparring with some dick who's insulted them, any intervention from me would have been seen as chauvinistic and patronizing and would have just got them mad at me and not that idiot. So I just follow their lead and he looks like the pathetic tit he is and we don't get thrown out."

"Anyway," I continued, grinning at them. "Angie could have taken him easily on her own."

I looked at my watch. Ken, the girls' favorite taxi driver, would probably be waiting outside by now. It's odd really, he's only driven us three times but I already feel a connection with him, partly because my two girls tease him mercilessly just like they do me, and partly because he seems like a genuinely nice gent. God only knows what the scamps will get up to when they introduce him to Margie and Sue.

There was sniggering and whispers as we made our preparations to leave. I stood and went round the table, assisting my companions from their seats, as a gentleman should. Marie was first. "Thank you Geoff," she said, and kissed me on the lips.

Angie was next. "Thanks stud," was her contribution as she kissed me, slipping a bit of tongue as she did so. She stepped away from the table. "By the way," she continued, at an 'outdoor' volume that most of the other patrons could hear clearly. "Good call on not getting involved in dealing with Mr. Stick-up-his-arse. We don't want our Geoffrey wearing himself out prematurely, do we?" She winked and went to join Marie at the door.

Sue was next. "Thank you Geoff," she said softly, putting her hands to my cheeks to guide me into a lingering kiss on the lips. It should have failed the 'wife test', but from Marie's smile as she watched, it was an easy pass.

Margie smiled at me. "Such a gent." She surprised me by putting one hand behind my head to be sure she achieved maximum effect when she kissed me. Well, Ken was going to be in for an interesting ten minutes when we got outside, that was for sure.

As we left, they all paused to blow a kiss to our new nemesis, still quivering with self-righteous indignation at the idea of someone having more fun than him. It cheered me to see that more people seemed to find his attitude ridiculous than those that appeared scandalized that I might actually be talking all four women to my bed. I mean, I was going to, but that's not the point. Or maybe it is; I didn't care, I was definitely getting laid, that's all that mattered.

We got to the car park to find Ken waiting by his vehicle. Now, he could have stayed behind the wheel, so I choose to believe that he took a guilty delight in the girls' teasing, and so made himself more accessible. Marie got to him first and I heard her apologize for having to change her plans and travel with Sue on the way home. But she gave him a kiss by way of compensation. Apparently she was very, very sorry, again. I watched the kiss with mixed feelings. I wasn't jealous, I mean three women who weren't my wife had done just the same to me only minutes ago and I try not to be a hypocrite. I'd recently accused my wife of grooming me to accept her kissing other men. Her response was that I should concern myself more with how I felt and less with how I thought others might think that I ought to feel. Was that Zen, or what?

So how did I feel? Marie loved me, I loved her, she was happy, I'd lost nothing and Ken's wife would get a good seeing to that night. It all seemed very positive to me.

Sue, who had driven to the dance that evening, was also very apologetic for stealing Marie away, and Ken seemed to sway slightly as the two of them walked off towards Sue's car. Angie and Margie had nothing to apologize for so they just snogged him because they wanted to. I had to admire their honesty.

The journey home was more or less what I expected. Angie was still excited at the prospect of doing anal sex for the first time. "I never really thought about it," she admitted. "Fancy me still being a virgin; in my sixties!" Ken didn't even flinch any more. Stout chap!

"Have you done bum stuff, Margie?" She asked.

Now, Margie was used to classrooms full of bloody awkward teenagers so she wasn't the slightest bit thrown by the question. She considered. "My husband used to prod it sometimes, allegedly by accident, when we had sex but, I think it's something that needs forethought, and we didn't talk about bedroom stuff; we'd just do it." She looked wistful. "So many missed opportunities because we were too embarrassed to talk about something that we both enjoyed."

I looked across at Ken. "I'm guessing that you're about the same age as my son. What the lady just said is true. I'm going to have a sex-ed 2.0 conversation with my kids soon. I'll tell them to talk to their partners, to be honest, to teach each other how to be the best possible lovers." I shook my head. "We nearly drifted into celibacy and resentment. Don't follow that path, Ken. Ask your wife to show you how to pleasure her. Take her to the adult store. Do stuff while you can."

I turned to the ladies sitting behind me. "Because we sure as Hell intend to!" I added. They both grinned back at me. Then Angie picked up the conversation again and took it back to the gutter.

When we arrived home, I paid the fare, plus a decent tip, and went to unlock the door while my two travelling companions said their by now traditional goodbye to Ken. Sue and Marie weren't too far behind us so they had to wish him farewell too. He seemed uncomfortable getting back into the car; I did hope that Mrs. Ken got the benefit of the girls' hard work that evening. I'll ask next time I see him.

I ushered the four of them into the house and locked the door behind us. Sue and Margie were both still a little flushed from saying goodbye to Ken. Sue spoke first. "I know, after what you said back at the hotel, that this sounds sad, but that's the most intense sexual activity I've had in years but you lot just act like it's normal."

"Until recently, I'd have agreed," I conceded. "But we like Ken. Marie always asks me for permission to snog him, and it only seems fair to make up for the way they tease him;”

Margie broke in. "Sue. Angie just tormented him all the way here. She asks about his sex life. Tells him about theirs. But I think that he quite enjoys it, and the kisses are just part of the torture."

Marie led our guests into the living room while I went to the kitchen to get five glasses and a couple of bottles of wine. Colin, our thirteen year old grandson had chosen a Pinot Grigio to chill for his gran and auntie Angie before we went out and I had a bottle of Merlot already open. By the time I returned to the girls they had already paired off.

My voluptuous wife was slow dancing with the equally curvy divorcee, Sue. They were kissing tenderly. Just exploring. Angie and Margie, both taller and more slender, were sitting on the sofa, Angie's arm around Margie's shoulder, watching as their friends kissed.

I saw Angie lean in towards her partner and their lips touched briefly. Margie blinked, smiled and in turn leaned towards Angie. This kiss lingered. I smiled to myself and put the glasses on the table and went upstairs. I was looking forward to the rest of the evening; I thought I might as well prepare while the girls warmed each other up.

I undressed in the bathroom, used the toilet and gave Little Geoffrey a thorough wash, then I hung my suit up and put on my dressing gown. I made sure the beds were ready in the two main rooms and wandered downstairs to see how the girls were enjoying their first lesbian orgy.

By the time I re-joined them they had all removed their dresses and Marie, unsurprisingly given her recently revealed inclination, had Sue laid back on one sofa and appeared to be devouring her clit. Sue appeared to be, if not comfortable with the situation, at least incoherently accepting. Well, judging by the way she was pressing Marie's face into her lady bits anyway.

Angie and Margie hadn't progressed quite as far, though their bras were both abandoned on the floor and they were taking turns to appreciate each other's tits. I have to say that, while neither of them were equipped for anything like a tit-fuck, their small pert boobs gave their slender bodies a sexy streamlined look that just begged to be stroked.

Marie must have sensed me indulging in some mild voyeurism. "Hi Geoff. I've been trying to keep Sue on the boil while you fannied about upstairs. Do you want to finish her off?" She gave me her most endearing smile. "Then perhaps you'd take me for a spin?" Her voice lifted in invitation.

She moved aside to let me take her place and, slipping off my dressing gown, I knelt between Sue's thighs, admiring her trimmed, but not completely shaved, bush. "Are you ready Sue? No-one's forcing you to do this."

"Oh, Christ! For God's sake put it in me before I burst!"

Angie looked across from the other sofa. "Stop for a minute, Margie. I love to watch Geoff's cock slip into another woman's cunt." She stood and held her hand out to Margie and then led her to stand side by side behind me.

As I moved my cock gently between the lips guarding the entrance to Sue's most intimate place, my wife moved up to kiss her tenderly. "He's going to fuck you now, Sue. He'll make love to you later if you want, but this is just sex. Just go with it." Sue looked silently into her eyes and nodded.

I pressed slowly but firmly and my cock inched ever deeper inside my newest lover. It took a moment for her to adjust to me but, once I was fully embedded, she sighed and I took that as a signal to begin. Marie must have had her on the brink for at least ten minutes because Sue never managed to say another coherent word once I started thrusting. Marie's continued attention to Sue's D cup tits probably did as much to take her to orgasm as my own efforts.

When Sue did finally come, it seemed epic. The ragged breathing that accompanied our thrusts caught in her chest, her whole body shuddered, then spasmed and she gave a strangled cry of release and then fell back limp and spent onto the sofa.

Angie and Marie looked on in satisfaction at a job well done. Margie just breathed, "Fuck!" She stretched the word out. "I had never watched another couple having sex; I had never kissed or touched another woman and I have never, ever, come like that."

Marie stood and stretched. "My turn now?"

I pulled her to me. I looked at Angie and Margie. "Ladies. Would you be so kind as to lend a hand?"

I'm not going to go into detail. Suffice to say that the three of us together used fingers, tongues and, eventually, my cock to drive my wife over the ecstasy cliff, leaving her sweaty but content on the sofa. Two down, two to go.

By now, Sue had begun to take a renewed interest in her surroundings. "What in the name of sanity did you two do to me?" She groaned. "My head is still spinning and I've not touched my wine yet." She looked at Marie, who was still trying to get her breath back. "Jesus! Does every woman end up like this here?"

Angie chuckled. "It's the team that makes the dream."

I interrupted before she came out with any more management bollocks to kill the mood. "Let's take this upstairs," I suggested, having reclaimed my wine and taking a sip. "There's more room to get comfortably horizontal."

Angie took my glass from me and indicated that my wife might benefit from some assistance as her legs still seemed a tad shaky: not that Sue's were much better. In the end though, we all made it safely upstairs and Marie stopped me on the landing. "Geoff. You go and spoil Margie and Sue tonight. Angie can keep me company. Is that alright Ange?" She asked, turning to her friend.

"Do you promise, Geoff? Tomorrow? Bareback?" Angie gazed at me earnestly.

"Angie. My love. I swear on my life that tomorrow my cock is yours to use wherever and however you choose." I kissed her. "I can't wait to see my cock disappearing into that tight little butt. Especially knowing that I'll be your first."

Her smile lit up the house as she passed me my wine and took Marie's hand. I led my two new lovers to the spare bedroom, where I'd had sex with Kate and Jo only a few nights earlier. Angie and Marie made their way to our room. This was a first for us; we'd had sex in separate rooms, Angie had shared our bed overnight, but we, that is Marie and I, had not slept apart in years. I tried not to dwell on it but, as ever, I brooded on when we'd go too far and whether we'd be able to come back.

I sat on the bed and pulled Margie and Sue to sit either side of me. "You've seen how we are," I told them. "I swear on my Children's lives that you're as safe here as you are in your own homes. No-one will hurt you, unless you ask them to." We all smiled at that. "And no-one will ever harm you. Our safe word is 'Desist' if you feel a situation is going somewhere you find too challenging."

I looked steadily at both women in turn. "I love my wife and I love Angie more than either of her husbands ever did. If we make this a regular thing, you two and us three, then we may develop feelings for each other too. We're okay with that but you have to understand that Marie will always be my first priority. But, that being said, she has given me instructions for tonight and I am under orders to make sure that you wake up tomorrow tired but content and, if possible, walking funny." I pulled them both into my body. "Now Sue," I said, kissing her gently on the forehead. "I think that we owe Margie an orgasm."

We all stood and the girls removed what scraps of clothing had survived downstairs; Sue's blouse and bra and Margie's knickers. We laid Margie in the middle of the king size bed and Sue and I knelt either side of her. I looked at Sue. "I am going to kiss and caress your friend. I want you to do exactly what I have just done when it's your turn. We owe her. Will you do it?"

Sue bit her lip. She was naked on a bed with a man she'd only just met and he was telling her she was expected to pleasure yet another woman, this time a good friend. She looked fondly down at her equally naked pal. "Of course I will," she smiled.

I leaned forward and kissed Margie on the lips; gently at first but then more urgently. As our tongues began to explore I moved my hand to her small firm tit and began to stroke the soft warm mound. I gently squeezed the underside that always intrigued me so much and then circled her nipple with my index finger. As it got harder and more prominent I pinched it between finger and thumb and her back arched as she tried to push harder against the pressure from my hand.

She complained as I straightened up and moved away. I looked at Sue who was watching, now uncertain as to her role. "Just do what I did," I instructed her. "Everything."

She moved across and hesitantly kissed her friend. Margie was aroused enough not to care whose lips they were and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. Sue responded despite herself. She looked at me for reassurance. "Everything." I reminded her. She nodded and moved her hand to Margie's other tit and began to run her fingers over her friend's slender curves.

Margie lay with her eyes closed soaking in the sensation of a man and a woman, a stranger and a close friend, taking turns to pleasure her.

Sue glanced at me again for guidance. "Together now," I told her and the bent to take the tit closest to me into my mouth, teasing with my tongue. Sue bent to the other tit and copied me. Margie started to breathe ever more heavily. I decided that was the cue for the next stage and began to move my hand down her body. Her breathing got more ragged as I did so.

Sue picked up on what I was doing and, with a grin, moved her free hand in the same direction. By the time we reached our shared destination Margie was in no state to offer guidance. Sue and I coaxed Margie's thighs apart with no resistance and I went low, to her cunt, while Sue went high for her clit.

After only a couple of minutes or so, I decided to change the script and took my hand away. Margie chuntered with disappointment and Sue looked puzzled; until I moved down between Margie's thighs. "You're in charge above the waist," I told Sue. "And I'll attend to business below." I hesitated. "Don't be shy," I added. "If there's something you'd like done to you, then try it. Listen, watch, feel her response, learn what pleases her." Sue acknowledged her instructions and bent, ever so willingly, to her task.

For decades, the only puss I'd experienced had been Marie's and then, only weeks ago, the dam burst and I'd tasted Lucy on my fingers and Kate and Jo direct from the source and now, here I was inhaling Margie's scent. It was heavy, earthy but wholesome and now I was going to taste her too. By now her labia were engorged and damp. I ran my tongue between her lips and felt her hips lift in response. I rolled my tongue, I know some can't, and pressed it into her passage. She gasped and I heard Sue whisper something to her.

Her clit had left its hood and stood proud, demanding attention. Obviously, I obliged and felt Margie's hips lift yet again. After a few more minutes of tormenting her I sat up. "Sue. It's your turn." Even though she'd participated as we'd swamped Marie earlier that evening, Sue looked uncertain. Still, she swapped places without complaining and I was able to watch Margie's face as I caressed her tits while her friend lapped at her most intimate of places.

It was beautiful. Margie was an attractive woman, slim but nicely proportioned, but at this moment she just; glowed with sexual energy. She looked up at me helplessly, passively accepting the wave of pleasure building inside her. Then her eyes seemed to lose focus, her hands clawed at the sheets, her head rocking from side to side. I could see all conscious thought had abandoned her, now she was just a creature of instinct and her only desire was to come.

"Keep going, Sue," I instructed. "She's so close." Perhaps I could have saved my breath. It was obvious that Margie was on the brink of a massive orgasm and Sue, God bless her, redoubled her efforts while I bent to nuzzle her friend's tits. Margie's breaths were ever more random and disjointed as her belly muscles spasmed and her whole body shuddered repeatedly until, like a crescendo in an anthem, she stopped, locked, almost vibrating with every tendon straining against its counterpart then, with a massive sigh, she relaxed.

Sue looked up at me and beamed with satisfaction at what we'd done to her friend. Her expression changed to one of astonishment when she realized what I intended to do next. Still, she scooted out of the way when I replaced her between Margie's legs, only this time it was my chemically assisted cock that was destined for her private passage.

The poor tortured woman was so out of it that I was halfway inside her before she even realized what was happening. Her eyes widened as the reality sank in and I began to move, slowly at first, back and forth inside her. Sue watched, entranced, as my cock made its way in and out of her friend's cunt and then she lay down next to her, stroking her face, reassuring her that everything was going to be okay. As I watched them, I wasn't sure whether Margie was aware of, or even capable of understanding, Sue's words. It didn't matter though. Sue's voice soothed her and soon her final orgasm of the night rolled over her, eliciting a piercing, wordless howl as she climaxed.

Sue and I both lay next to her, holding her as she came down and her rational mind took back control of her body. "Think I might take a little nap now," she slurred quietly before drifting off into a deep contented sleep.

Sue looked down at little Geoff, still glistening with Margie's juices. "You didn't come, did you?" She guessed.

I shook my head. "No, and I thought that fucking her through to another orgasm after that one might have been a bit much," I admitted.

"You think?" She replied. "You know, I can't believe I'm saying this to a man I've only known for about three hours but, If you want to fuck that hard-on down so we can get some sleep, then I'm happy to oblige." So that's exactly what we did.

I woke next morning, before my two 'guests', as I suppose I should call them and, feeling rather guilty, padded naked down the passage to the bedroom where Marie and Angie had spent the night. My guilt at not joining them after my last bout of sex with Sue was somewhat assuaged by the sight of their bodies tangled together on the bed, surrounded by a small pile of vibrators, dildos and other toys from the box. Of course! This was the first time that the two of them had been able to play with them without me being there. Marie might have used them for Kate or Jo earlier in the week but we'd agreed not to discuss what happened when we were one on one with the girls.

I strolled across to the bed and kissed my wife on the forehead. She opened her eyes; she was probably just dozing. "Good morning beautiful wife." I greeted her. "Did you miss me?"

"A little bit," she admitted. "But Angie tried really hard to fill your shoes." She grinned up at me; obviously proud of her smutty innuendo so soon after waking up.

I took the ball and ran with it. Holding up a large double ended dildo, I observed, "Yes, that does look like it's about a foot but I doubt you were putting it in my shoe." Pure comedy gold the repartee in our house. Angie stirred so I kissed her too. "Hi babe. Sleep well?"

"Eventually," she groaned. "Fuck! But your wife is relentless." She stopped, apparently trying to remember something. "Geoff. Did you hear something howling last night?"

"Ah." Well that was awkward. "Did we disturb you? That was Sue and me paying back the orgasm that we owed Margie."

They both gave me a look best described as 'old fashioned'. "So?" Marie enquired. "Did she really enjoy it that much?"

"Not sure, really," I admitted. "She hasn't woken up yet."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Said Marie, in what I hoped was a faux annoyed voice. "One of these days you're going to break one of your toys and I won't be getting you a replacement." She rolled out of bed and, also naked, followed me back to the spare room.

Margie was still out for the count but Sue had snuggled up behind her and was watching us as we came in. I looked on with interest as she took in Marie's nude form as well as mine. We had certainly broadened Sue's horizons. Anyway Margie was fine when she woke and claimed that it was the best night's sleep she'd had in years. She thanked Sue and I most enthusiastically for our efforts and Marie for inviting them to share our increasingly odd lifestyle.

To be continued in part 7. Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts, for Literotica.