Marie's Circle Ch. 03

Marie's Circle Ch.03

Val's perspective

Until recently, my sex life was pretty normal. Or so I thought. Dennis and I would have intercourse twice a week. Foreplay, would consist of him rubbing the end of his penis against my vagina, before pushing in. Occasionally, I'd have an orgasm. If I hadn't and could be bothered, I'd masturbate with my fingers, before going to sleep.

I'm from a generation where you don't talk about sex. It isn't something I felt comfortable talking about, with any of my friends. Most were also acquainted with Dennis. I'm a stay at home housewife, so, no work colleagues either. This is why, I plucked up the courage, to talk to my daughter Jen and her girlfriend Marie. The reason? Dennis expressed an interest in putting his penis in my mouth and bum. I guess he got the ideas, from the men he went to football with, or the people he worked with.

The upshot being, that Jen and Marie transformed the sex life, for myself and Dennis. They showed us foreplay techniques, and even helped Dennis achieve his fantasies, of having anal sex with me and cumming in my mouth. This was great, as far as it went. In my view, Dennis was turned on, by the idea of these things, more than the reality. The sex is way better than it was. He makes sure that both of us, enjoy what we are doing and that I get at least one orgasm. However, the initial flush of enthusiasm seems to have waned. We are back to doing it, twice a week. Which doesn't seem to be enough for me. I now masturbate, most nights and often during the day.

As part of our sexual education, Marie, had sex with me. She demonstrated the sort of things, Dennis should be doing, to get me aroused. I'd seen female bodies, in the showers, after games. More recently, at the sports club, after tennis. As far as I can tell, I'm in good shape. However, I looked at other women, out of curiosity, rather than desire. Lesbianism was definitely taboo. One of my aunts, was definitely of that persuasion. My mum ensured that I kept my distance. My time with Marie, had opened my eyes, to a whole new world. Her touch was far more gentle, than anything Dennis did. Her sexual knowledge was extensive. I'd never even seen my own vagina, until this phase of my life started. Now I was touching, licking and sucking hers. I found it intoxicating.

With my heightened libido, I started to pay more attention, to the men and women around me. This was particularly the case, at the tennis club. With the more athletic clothing, it was easier to see more of people's bodies. I'd see significant bulges, in some men's shorts. Poking nipples, through shirts and the occasional pair of pants, disappearing into a vagina, as a woman's skirt blew up. Marie had said that Jen enjoyed watching. I was beginning to, as well.

After a match, I'd frequently go home and masturbate, using the toys Jen and Marie had bought for me. Over time, I'd got used to, double penetrating myself, with the two largest dildos, whilst using the bullet vibrator. Due in part, to my sessions with Marie, Jen and their friend John. Being unfaithful to Dennis, with John, had felt deceitful. However, the sex was mind blowing. I continued to meet them, when I could, on Tuesdays and Saturdays, Dennis' football supporting and work meetings permitting.

When I wasn't with them, my main focus was being a voyeur, at the tennis club. I'd frequently wait, until several women went to the showers, before heading there myself. Although, there were cubicles, none had curtains. The variety in body size, shape and what I saw, was exciting. Some of the younger women looked amazing. Firm breasts, nipples almost pointing upwards. Most had done something to their pubic hair, trimmed, shaved or waxed. Some of the older members, sagging breasts, a bit of cellulite, mostly with bushy pubic hair. However, even a couple of them, had shaved. I found it fascinating, trying to work out their love lives. I presumed the older shaved ladies, were getting plenty.

I played a match on Monday, against one of the older, male members. When we finished, I walked into the club lounge, it was empty. No voyeur opportunities today, so I headed to the showers. I undressed, put my gear in my bag and pulled out a towel and shower gel, from my locker. I stepped into a cubicle and turned on the water, nice and hot. Suddenly, I felt a hand stroke my bum. Whoever, it was had divined something, in my response. The next thing I knew, the mystery woman, had stepped in behind me and her nipples were rubbing my back. I said nothing. Her hands traced my sides, slid round my stomach and across my pubic hair. A finger delved between my legs and started to rub me. The uncertainty, of who was doing this and the danger of getting caught, was turning me on. I wasn't going to last long, that was evident. I felt a hand across my mouth. Presumably, to stifle any sound, which would give us away. I came, grinding my bum back into her groin. She bent her head and nibbled my earlobe.

As she released me, I turned to see Joan. We were normally at the club, on different days. Myself and Dennis had drunk and chatted with her and her husband, at club socials. We really didn't know much about them. She got into the cubicle next to mine. We showered, dried and headed to the bar. We bought a couple of soft drinks and headed to a corner of the lounge.

"Do you wank women in the showers often?"

She went on to explain, that I was one of many. There are a number of lesbians at the club. I'd picked up on this at socials. Two of them, were more than happy to indulge in mutual masturbation and even oral. Another, was a woman who faced into the cubical to shower and regularly masturbated but enjoyed it more, when someone else did it.

Joan is a tall, maybe 5' 8 or 5' 9, brunette, with a good figure, who dresses very smartly. Maybe late forties, a few years younger than me. I'd never seen her in the showers, until today. She has almost conical breasts, with dark prominent nipples. Like Marie, it appeared, that her pubic hair had been waxed, no sign of shaving.

I knew, from the socials, that Frank had a really responsible, corporate job, in the city. It brought in lots of money but he was often overseas, on business or meeting potential clients, on golf trips. Consequently, Joan had been seeking thrills, where she could find them. Presumably, women walking around naked, was an ideal hunting ground. She made it clear, that Frank was an excellent lover but wasn't around enough, to meet her needs. Feeling bold, I explained about the recent upturn, in my sexual adventure but had to agree, that it wasn't enough. Resorting frequently to sex toys. I also admitted to sleeping with Marie but avoided mentioning Jen or John.

As we went to leave, she offered me a lift. Dennis had the car, so I accepted. Rather that take me home, she drove to her place and said she would make us lunch. I had a pretty good idea, that it would be a lot more than that. We arrived, out on the edge of town. A high wall, with a pair of electrically operated gates. Inside a large, modern designer house, set in the middle of a huge garden. On the right of the ground floor, was a covered parking area. She left her Mercedes, next to what was probably, Frank's Aston Martin. This was a different world entirely. She made us a fantastic lunch, artisan bread, lovely smoked ham and several cheeses, I'd never even heard of. We drank sparkling mineral water.

We sat on a huge leather sofa, when we had finished lunch. She delved deeper into my relationship with Dennis and Marie. I explained my recent introduction to, sucking cock, anal and licking pussy. Joan was a little surprised, by my lack of previous experience. I said, I was trying to make up for lost time. For her part, she only had sex with other women and Frank. I asked if Frank knew what she got up to, when he was away. It turned out, that it wasn't only when he was away. She did it, whenever she wanted, often, both her and Frank would have sex, with the other woman. He liked to listen to her exploits, when they were together.

She gave me a tour of the house. It looked like something from and expensive magazine or a TV programme. As I suspected, we ended up in the master bedroom. It was almost the same size as the ground floor of our house. Fitted wardrobes, with full length mirrors, a sofa and a huge bed. Built into the wall, either side of the bed, a shelf and drawer, with a wall light above. Opposite the bed, a wall mounted TV bigger than any I'd seen. We watch porn in bed, was the response, to my surprised look. She reached beside the bed, took up the remote control. On screen, Frank was fucking her from behind, while she went down on another woman. After a minute or so, she turned it off.

"Does that shock you?"

I shook my head.

She slid one of the wardrobe doors aside. A hanging rail held a lot of designer clothes. Below were a set of drawers. She pushed the side of the top one and it opened automatically. Inside, a fantastic set of sex toys, all in fitted compartments. Nothing as extreme in size, as Marie's. Perhaps the same size as mine, or a little larger. They looked to be really good quality. She picked up a dildo and handed it to me.

"This is modelled on Frank."

I was stunned. It wasn't too long, maybe 8 inches. What got me, was the girth and size of the scrotum. Both were huge. I couldn't close my hand round the shaft.

"He was ramming that into you." She just smiled.

"Want a go?"

I wasn't sure it would fit. Wider than any of my dildo's or butt plugs. I explained that Dennis was only 6 inches and not that fat.

"You'll be fine." She said.

I hadn't agreed yet. I put the dildo back in it's place. She touched the drawer and it closed. Pushing the next one, revealed a computer hard drive. That's all of our porn. Like Marie and Jen, she had an picture album. She said, she used it occasionally, when Frank was away. His cock looked impressive, circumcised, a huge knob and no pubic hair. There were pictures of lots of women, either with Joan or both of them. I handed it back. The final draw, obviously their anal toys. Butt plugs, maybe Frank size at the largest. Anal beads, the largest set, about two inches in diameter, 6 balls, and a large ring at the end.

"Enough talking, I need a reward, for getting you off, in the shower."

She began undressing me, slowly. Clearly inspecting every inch as she went.

"That's a very nice pussy and your ass is tremendous."

I think, I may have blushed. She pushed me onto the bed. I lay on my side as she stripped. She had dropped my clothes to the floor, she placed hers on the sofa. She climbed onto the bed, easing me onto my back. She straddled my head and lowered her pussy on to my mouth. She was facing my pussy, probably intending something, after she came. She tasted fantastic. She sat upright, pressing her anus onto my nose. The scent filled my nostrils. I ran my tongue along her labia. She sighed. I delved my tongue into her vagina. It opened invitingly. Taking my time, I eventually found her clit. It resembled a long hard ridge, rather than a small bean.

Her breathing increased in rapidity. She ground down hard, almost forcing the tip of my nose into her asshole. She grunted, sighed and bent forward. Resting her head against my thigh. Her anus and labia were pulsing.

"For someone just starting this, that was great."

I felt a sense of satisfaction. She wiped her pussy across my face, before lifting her leg to display her open vagina, as she flipped onto her back.

"Time for me to have some fun."

I wondered what that may involve. She went to her drawers. I couldn't see what she had picked up.

"You said you've done anal, right?"

I nodded. She lifted my knees, spreading my legs.

"Cute asshole."

I was really wet, by this stage. My pussy must have been wide open, as she put her tongue, straight in, running it upwards to my clit. I sighed, loudly. I heard the familiar sound of lubricant, squirting from a bottle. Her finger, rubbed and eased into my anus. I'd got used to the dildos, this wasn't an issue. Then something harder, slipped inside, followed by something else. Beads, I knew the feeling. I used them on my own but not with Dennis. How big, I wondered. I counted at least 8. Her mouth returned to my clit. Then, something, soft and smooth, at the entrance to my vagina. Dildo? If so, which one?

I could feel my juices, running down my bum. I gasped as whatever it was, entered me. This was big. Larger than any dildo I had. Joan, held it still.

"See, no problem."

It was clearly the Frank clone. Working my clit eased things and she began thrusting slowly back and forth. It was amazing. Just as my orgasm began, she ripped out the beads. Far quicker, than I ever did. I yelped, not in pain but surprise. I think I kneed her in the head, as my legs shot straight. The dildo still deep inside. I felt down between my legs. My pussy stretched wide around the girth.

"My god, my god!" was all I could say.

Joan mounted the bed and kissed my nipples, I shuddered. I found my clit, brushed it, arched my back, shouted and came again.

"Naughty girl." knocking my hand away. "How many times a day do you cum?" she asked. I held up eight fingers. "Frank is going to love you.".

I withdrew the dildo, inspecting it, as it left me. Joan grabbed it and licked my juices from it. I shuffled to the edge of the bed. On the floor, the discarded beads, each perhaps 3/4 inch across.

"Did that hurt, you yelped?"

I shook my head. I told her that it had just surprised me a bit, as I pulled mine out slower and mine weren't that big.

"Do those big beads in the drawer, fit in your ass?" I asked.

"No, too much for me, Frank uses them." "He fucks me in the ass but his cock is softer than those beads."

"Does he have sex with other men?"

"No, he just likes to have things stuffed in his ass."

We had our second shower of the day. This time, just washing. We dressed and she gave me a ride home. All of this, before Dennis got home from work. We exchanged numbers and agreed to miss tennis, occasionally, to meet up. I was incredibly hyped up. I phoned Jen. I arranged for her and Marie to come over after, Marie finished work. John was away at a conference, for a week, so they were feeling at a bit of a loss. If he wanted sex, I wondered if Dennis would notice any change in my vagina. As it turned out, he was tired and needed to get ready for his trip, to the company meeting.

On Tuesday morning, after Dennis left, I headed to the spare room. I removed the suitcase from the wardrobe and took out some lube, a butt plug and rabbit vibrator. I then did something, I have never done before. I picked up the phone and dialled Joan's number. When she answered, I told her I was masturbating, thinking about yesterday. I described, inserting my plug, running the vibrator along my labia, before pushing it home, fixing the ears on my clit. My orgasm was loud.

She said, "That was great, I almost crashed the car."

I uttered an apology.

"Got to go, picking Frank up from the airport, I'll give him the low down." She rang off.

I felt a little embarrassed but excited.

I refrained from getting myself too worked up, for the rest of the day. Jen and Marie arrived by taxi, at 6.45, carrying a bag that chinked.

"We've decided to leave some gin and vodka here," said Jen.

Marie sat down, Jen poured them drinks and handed me a glass of wine. I went on the explain about the shower at the club. Also describing my voyeuristic findings. Then about what had happened with Joan.

Marie said, "Good for you."

"You've fallen on your feet there, posh house, swanky lunch, hot woman and a fat cock," said Jen.

"What are you going to do?" Marie asked.

I thought for a minute or so. I proposed, stepping back from our Tuesday and Saturday meetings, to see if this developed into anything. They both agreed. I presumed, thinking that this, left more of John, for the two of them.

"Aren't you worried about the other women?" Jen asked.

I told her, that Joan had not picked up anyone else, in a while. Presumably, having exhausted all of the other possible options, at the club.

"She couldn't resist my cute ass," I said. They both burst out laughing.

Marie took charge. "I need confirmation."

I dropped my skirt, no underwear, I wiggled my bum at her.

"I concur," she said.

I headed for the spare room, Marie, just behind me. I made sure to give her a good view. I now spent a fair bit of time, in our house, as well as Marie and Jen's, naked. I found it liberating. We had a long mirror on the landing, which Dennis and myself used, to check our appearance, before we went out. I spent a significant amount of time, inspecting my body in it. On occasion, I would masturbate in front of it. Fascinated, by the way my anus twitched and contracted, with an orgasm.

Today, I needed pussy. I undid my blouse and flung it aside, I hadn't bothered with a bra. Jen and Marie followed. I got Marie to lay down, Legs apart. Without any preliminaries, I went down on her. My ass, brazenly pointed at my daughter. She didn't need an invitation, to apply her tongue to my asshole. Marie's clit began to harden, I inserted my thumb into the lower edge of her vagina. I felt Jen, probing towards my G spot, with a finger or thumb. I withdrew my thumb, now slick with her juices and pushed it into Marie's anus. She grunted and shivered. Jen continued with her hand, flicking my clit with her fingers. I let out a low groan, as I came.

"How much anal have you been doing?" came from Jen.

"Enough."

"Your asshole gaped as wide as mine," she said.

"Not a very nice thing to say, about your mother" I replied. She rubbed a couple of fingers on the area in question. I sighed.

I sat up, grabbed Jen, put her across my thighs and spanked her bottom, a couple of times. I had to admit, it was a bit firmer and more pert than mine. I think she actually enjoyed it. I sat her on my lap, hugged her and leant back. Her back was now along my chest. Marie got between our legs. She licked and sucked Jen to an orgasm, whilst rubbing my clit. Jen came first, her buttocks rubbing my thighs. It didn't take long for me to follow. A nice interlude, before I was able to see Joan again.

Whether Dennis sensed something, or not, we had a couple of good sessions, during the week. In one, he came in my mouth, before getting me off with his tongue, a couple of times. He obviously needed something, as he masturbated me to a third, whilst cumming in my ass. If only, he felt like this more often.

When Tuesday arrived, I couldn't help being excited, I packed my toys into a shoulder bag. I caught the bus in to town. I arranged to meet Joan at the the park, to avoid our neighbours getting curious. We arrived at the house, about ten minutes later. Moving inside, she undid the belt of her wrap around dress, slipped it off.

"No need for ceremony, under floor heating everywhere, nice and warm." She said.

She draped her dress over a dining chair. She was totally naked. Just a pair of black, kitten heel shoes remained. I unbuttoned the top buttons of mine and pulled it over my head. Placing it over the chair, next to hers. I too, wore nothing beneath.

"Val! getting a head start?"

She had obviously glimpsed my butt plug as I bent forward.

"I'm a fan of the boy scouts, be prepared." I replied.

She made a pot of coffee and shouted, it's ready. I looked at her quizzically. Padding downstairs came a naked Frank, penis dangling between his legs. It didn't look much different to Dennis' in that state. He sat on a very expensive looking armchair, Joan and myself on on the sofa.

"Great to see you again, long time no see." He said.

Joan said, "you've never seen this."

I knew that he was back from his business trip. I had no idea he would be at home. I presumed that Joan had told him not to miss the opportunity, in case it didn't arise again. Joan poured out the coffee, into porcelain cups, resting in matching saucers. I normally drink tea but have to say, this was delicious.

"She's looking to get fucked in the ass," said Joan, winking at him.

I blushed.

"You'll have to excuse my wife, she can be a bit crude. That's no way to treat a guest."

I said nothing, just sipping my coffee.

"I never imagined, when I met you and Dennis at the club, that you were this interesting."

"Until recently, I wasn't.". "I suppose Joan has explained?". He nodded. When we had all finished our drinks, Joan took charge. I began to wonder, if the women took charge, in all of these highly sexed relationships.

"Upstairs!"

She grasped my hand, leading the way. I could only think that it would give Frank a view of my ass and plug. When we arrived in the bedroom,

"Didn't I tell you, she has the cutest ass."

I felt Frank's hand stroking both of my buttocks. I'd got so used to this, I didn't flinch or move. Joan moved to the far side of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She wants to watch, I thought.

"Don't worry, he can cum three or four times in a session," from Joan.

He grinned. I moved my hand to his cock, wondering if the dildo clone was an exaggeration. It wasn't. I stroked his balls with one hand, they were, just like the dildo, huge. Probably twice the size of Dennis. My other hand slid up and down his shaft. It began to swell. I couldn't close my finger round it. I moved my head down and licked the tip. The helmet of his cock was far larger than anything I'd ever seen, in the flesh. I felt some pre cum on my tongue.

Frank, reached down and lifted my chin away. He was taller, broader and stronger than either John or Dennis. He picked me up and sat on the edge of the bed. He lay back, swinging is legs on to the mattress.

"Let's have a look at that cute pussy and ass," he said.

I mounted his face and resumed licking his knob. It was a struggle but I managed, just, to get his glans in my mouth. I wouldn't have managed more. I ran my tongue along his frenulum. He groaned. He began licking my pussy. He was good, better than Dennis and pretty similar to John. This was great. The familiar feeling began to spread through my body. His hand pushed and pulled my plug. It was too much to bear and I grunted, rasping breath, through my nose. He came, long and hard, in my mouth. I struggled slightly, hardly able to move my jaws. I wondered if I'd bitten him. I felt some stroking on my bum, soft, Joan? I felt my plug being pulled. His lips brushed my clit, as the plug was removed. I jerked my head up and screamed, his cum dripping from my mouth.

Frank, rolled me off. Joan lay beside me stroking my cheek and nibbling my neck.

"Didn't I say she was amazing", looking at her husband. I must have had a worried look on my face. "You OK? She asked.

"I didn't hurt his cock, when I pulled back, did I?"

"He won't care, he got to cum in your mouth," she said. She leant down and licked some of his cum from my chin.

"I thought I was going to dislocate my jaw". She giggled.

After a few minutes, relaxing, she said, "the whole house is covered by high definition CCTV". "I should have asked, you OK being filmed?"

"As long as it is just us, who get to see it," I replied. She nodded.

"That brief clip you saw, is all you get to see, of any of our other guests, not that we have any, at the moment."

I felt reassured. Although, I'd got used to watching myself fucking. Joan got off the bed and slid open one of the wardrobe doors, more sex toys? No, in the bottom, a fridge, she handed me a bottle of cold water. I opened it and sipped it, slowly, recovering from round one, of what I expected would be a marathon. I was right.

I sat and placed the bottle on the shelf by the bed. I guessed, it was time for round two. Frank stood by the bed. What had a few minutes ago, been a semi hard cock was fully erect. Something felt strange, the bed was rising.

"It's hydraulic," Joan said.

It rose until it was just short of Frank's erection. Joan put the control pad, on the shelf and pulled me back on the bed, my ass on the edge, facing Frank. He bent, lifted my knees and licked, my still sopping pussy. Joan clearly liked this position. She sank her ass onto my face. Yet again, my nose near her anus. From here, she could watch her husband. His mouth left me, to be replaced by the tip of his knob. He pushed in. This was far better than the clone, slightly softer and much warmer. With the bed at groin height he had no problem pushing home, his hips hitting my bum. The sensation was exquisite. The stretch of his girth and the gentle thrusting. He put the flats of his fingers on my clit and I groaned into Joan's fanny.

I expected this to be it. I was wrong. He continued to fuck me. I could feel Joan getting close. This time, I freed a hand and rubbed my thumb on her anus. She squealed. I felt her anus twitching. Franks hand brought me off again, as he unloaded his cum inside me. Joan collapsed sideways, brushing my nose with her inner thigh. I looking up at Frank,

"That was fucking amazing," I gasped. I could feel his cock, throbbing. I looked down as he withdrew. His cock softening, still had cum dripping from the tip.

"We need a rest," said Frank.

He picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. Like the rest of the house, luxurious didn't really cover it. The entire room was was tiled in marble. A huge monsoon shower, Jack and Jill basins, toilet and bidet. Joan came in and tossed my butt plug into one of the basins.

"When you fuck as much as we do, that's a godsend." Said Joan, nodding at the bidet.

"There she goes, letting the tone down again" he said.

I sat on it. "I see what you mean." After we showered, Frank, took a towel from the heated rail and dried me, making certain he had thoroughly dried my bum. Or maybe, just groped it.

When we were all dry, we descended the stairs to the kitchen. Joan opened the fridge door and pulled out a huge platter of exotic cold meats. She placed it on the dining table. Frank followed with a tray, bearing olives, stuffed mini peppers, a butter dish and a basket of various bread rolls.

"You can stay over." Joan said, "I know Dennis isn't back tonight."

I didn't respond but Frank filled three glasses of red wine, from a bottle, which had been open on the table.

"Cheers!" He said.

I raised my glass and took a sip. It was incredibly smooth and I guessed, very good quality. They obviously lived well. The lunch was delicious, as I had expected. By the time we had finished, all of us were onto our second glass. Myself and Frank, took our part drunk glasses to the sofa. Joan headed to brew some coffee. I asked for tea.

With me staying over, there was no rush, to resume. We sat quietly, for a while, reminiscing over what had just happened.

"Joan says, that you can have loads of orgasms."

Where was this going? I'd had four, already.

"Yes, seven or eight, is the most, so far."

"Challenge accepted"

I wondered what he had in mind, as if I couldn't guess.

As the afternoon wore on, "Time to go!" Joan said.

We headed back to the bedroom. Frank, had been primed. He went to the to drawer, returning with some lube and a vibrator. He applied some and handed it to Joan. She went down on me. Boy, was she good. Plenty of previous experience. She inserted the vibrator and turned it on. You get what you pay for, it was amazing. She moved away, pulling the vibrator with her. Frank, pulled me to the side of the bed, still at his cock height. I felt the cold thrill of the lube on my anus, followed by what felt like a finger inside me.

"Careful, I've never had anything that size".

Joan, rested her her fingers across my clit and placed the vibrator on top, to dull the sensation. I felt his knob touch. He rubbed slowly and I began to push. I panted for several seconds, before I felt the crest of his knob slip in.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Escaped my lips.

"OK?" from Joan.

I reached down and held my hand on his stomach. He held still. I wondered, how many of the women's asses, he'd managed to fuck. I'm guessing some declined outright. The vibration, even through Joan's fingers was doing the trick. I pulled my hand back.

"Easy!" Joan snapped.

Fraction by fraction, I felt his movements. After several minutes, I felt him, against my buttocks. He pulled back slowly. I felt pressure on my sphincter as his crest reached it. He began gently fucking me. I wasn't sure, how much I could take. His speed increased slightly. Joan removed her hand, the vibrator hit my clit, directly. The orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I shut my eyes, let out a loud scream, arched my back, my legs shook and my ass clamped hard. I felt Frank pulse as he came, with a series of grunts.

Joan lifted away the vibrator and turned it off. She bent and kissed me.

"Amazing, you're awesome," she said.

My ass was still twitching. I could feel my vagina throbbing. I've no idea how long it took, for me to come down from the feeling I'd experienced. Frank had done this enough, to know when to move. I felt him pulling, his softening cock. I pushed and he was out. I put my hand down and felt my hugely gaping hole.

"Bloody hell!" was my only comment.

Joan whispered in my ear "We've had about twenty women here, only three have managed anal with him."

I'm guessing this is what Jen felt like, with Malcolm. My now limp lover carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the bidet.

I watched him shower, soaping up and rubbing his cock, sat on the receptacle, his cum leaking from my ass. I joined him in the shower, stroking his bell end.

"That thing should carry a health warning, my ass may never be the same again."

He reached down and stroked my bum.

"I don't know about warnings, this thing deserves a medal," tapping my left cheek.

Joan poked her head round the door,

"Time for dinner."

Frank put on a bathrobe and we headed downstairs. I slipped on my dress, without doing up the buttons. Joan, had put hers on and gone into the kitchen.

Joan prepared a lovely, creamy, mushroom pasta dish. Frank poured three glasses, of a light, white wine. I really could get used to this. I don't suppose, they needed rent money from a lodger. We finished the meal.

"Coffee?" Joan said.

I nodded. We moved to the lounge, if you could call it that. The open plan layout, made everywhere a huge expanse. When she returned, she sat in a chair, opposite me.

"How was your first experience, of that?" pointing at her husband's lap.

"Incredible."

I went on to explain, that, until he fucked my ass, all of my most enjoyable orgasms, had been when double penetrating myself, with my large dildos.

"We can try that next time." said Frank.

I raised my eyebrows. "Don't worry, he's good at that." from Joan.

Thinking for a bit, I said that I wanted to see that. Joan, apart from sitting on my face had been left out of the action.

"Alright, finish your coffee and we will give you a show." She said.

A big smile crossed my face.

When we got to the bedroom, Joan placed her dress on the sofa. I kept mine on. Frank dropped his robe to the floor.

"Plug!" She said, pointing to the drawers.

I opened the bottom one, picked out a couple of fairly large ones. She pointed to the smaller of the two. This was still the girth of Frank's cock. I picked up some lube. Frank was already working his wife's vagina and clit. It was evident, that she had enjoyed what her husband had been doing, with me. Following what I had learned from Marie, I applied plenty of lube to her anus and the plug and began working it home. This was clearly a regular for her. It didn't take too long for it to seat. I sat back.

Frank crooked her legs, with his arms and aimed at his prize. Despite the size of the plug, he squeezed his knob inside. She let out a long, aaaarh. He began to fuck her. Gently at first, gradually increasing tempo and depth. His pubic area began brushing her clit. It didn't take much to set her off. Her teeth gritted, she was growling. The plug was huge but she ejected it. I could see her asshole gaping wide, between his legs. Even though she had cum, he didn't let up, raising her legs higher, pumping in to her. Like Jen, I reached down and ran three fingers, around the perimeter, of her wide open ass. She screamed and came again. This time, Frank's scrotum tightened and he discharged inside her. I slid my hand up and cupped his balls.

"Naughty!" He said.

I chuckled.

They both lay there panting for quite a while. When Marie used big butt plugs, she needed help to get them out. Joan had almost shot hers out. I climbed off the bed, stood beside them.

"That was incredible." I said.

They both smiled. Frank pulled his cock out and slumped, face down on the bed. I reached over and stroked his ass. I looked down at her.

"Can you do that, with the Frank dildo?"

She smiled, "Next time."

She picked up the plug and headed to the shower. Frank followed, a few minutes later, evidently drained. I put the lube and the other plug, I'd selected, back in their places. It had seemed a little odd, watching them, while I was still dressed. Every time, until now, even with Marie and Jen, all of us had been naked. When they returned.

"Leave the bed, we'll sleep in the other room." Joan said.

I'd seen this on my first visit. Smaller than where we had been but still large by my standards. I removed my dress, draped it over a chair and got in bed. Joan and Frank got in, either side of me. I wondered what else was to come but they just lay there, arms across my body, as we drifted off to sleep. When I woke, Frank was gone. Joan began stirring, next to me.

"He's gone to work".

I suppose having a job like that, has it's down sides. But I loved the up sides. I got up and pulled on my dress, doing up the buttons. Joan headed of to the main bedroom, her ass wiggling as she went. When she returned, she was as usual, decked out in designer clothes. We had a breakfast of fruit and yoghurt, she drank coffee, I had tea. She then drove me back to our usual drop off point.

"I'll be in touch." She said.

I got a text from Dennis. He would be driving back from his head office meeting. He had someone to meet, for work, so rather than go home, he would go directly to the office. I jumped on a bus and headed for Marie and Jen's place. I knocked the door. Jen answered it, dressed in pyjamas.

"I'm working in the office, couldn't be bothered to get dressed."

She ushered me inside and made a pot of tea. I gave her a blow by blow account, of what had gone on, between myself, Joan and Frank.

"Like Marie and I told you, a big cock in your ass, can be great, if the guy knows what to do."

"When it first went in, I thought I was going to die." She me a knowing look.

"Where do you think this is going to end up?" She asked.

I had no idea but explained that, both Joan and Frank were great people and the sex had been amazing. I wondered if I could keep this up, while satisfying both Dennis and myself. All without letting on to him, that I was having fun, elsewhere.

Looking at where this had come from, Marie's circle had changed constantly. With the older couples leaving and me joining it had become two squares. What remained, was now split into two equal triangles. It was clear that, Joan and Frank, had no intention, in allowing a man into their relationship. This meant that even if Dennis were to be interested, that wouldn't happen.

"Has Dennis mentioned anything to you, or Marie, recently? She shook her head.

"Want us to put out some gentle feelers?" I pondered the offer.

"It wouldn't do any harm, to ask." I said. Jen got dressed and dropped me home. Back to cleaning the house and getting dinner ready.

On Saturday morning, Dennis took the car into town, to get it serviced. He said, he would take a wander around the shops, until it was done. I took the opportunity to phone Marie, to see if she had got any news. She's spoken to Dennis, to see what he thought, of the new order of things. It appears that he is content, with where we have got to. I have to agree, I now enjoy our sex life far more than I ever did before. However, like Jen, once the genie is out of the bottle, there is no way to put it back in. She had found everything she needed with Marie and John. For my part, I needed more, than Dennis was willing to provide. At least for the time being, this would be with Joan and on occasion Frank.

"John must be back from his conference, enjoy tonight." I had no doubt that all three of them would.

Saturday night with Dennis was good. We sucked and fucked as normal. He got me off three times. He even managed a couple, finishing off up my bum, as he liked to call it. I wondered, if he noticed any difference in the feel of that.

After a bit of discussion with Jen, she ordered me a some pairs, of the beaded thongs she wore. Plus a couple of half cup bra's. I was keen to avoid any hints, giving Dennis an inkling, of anything unusual. These would have to be stored, with my toys, in the suitcase. When Tuesday arrived, ostensibly, I went off to play tennis, with my bag and racket packed. In my holdall, my toys. Under my dress, my new underwear. I met Joan, as usual, at the park. It felt exciting, having these clandestine meetings. On the drive to their house, she said that Frank would be at work, he was away again, for a couple of days. I didn't care. With or without him, the sex and atmosphere were amazing.

When we arrived, I dropped my bag by the sofa. Joan made coffee for herself and tea for me.

"Can we talk for a while?" I asked.

She agreed. I wanted to know more about how she had arrived, at her current situation. Like most, she had begun masturbating as a teenager. Her parents were more open about sex, than mine. They gave her the basic education. Her real explosion in activity, happened at university. For a number of years, she thought that she was lesbian. She had sex with several room mates. She was clearly athletic and joined a couple of university clubs. Which, like the tennis club, gave her free rein to explore. Even she was surprised, at how willing, some of the outwardly straight women were, to indulge in a bit of oral and mutual masturbation. Hormones working overtime. She did have sex with a couple of guys but wasn't keen. Mostly because the young men, were pretty selfish. I wondered if I should mention John.

She had met Frank at a party, thrown by one of her friends. They hit it off on an emotional level and started dating. He's a couple of years older than her. Presumably, being more experienced, he was careful, knowing that his girth, could set things back. She had initially been shocked but grew to love it. She had explained her female fascination, to Frank. Knowing he wouldn't always be around, he encouraged her to continue exploring. It turned out, that she and they, had brought half a dozen of the female club members, to their bed. One of the well known lesbians, had been one of the three, Frank had fucked in the ass. Her partner regularly fisted her, so no issue with girth. The pay off being, Joan going down on her, for about an hour. Other than that, she would approach likely partners, in the supermarket. Although, her favourites, were the young ladies, working in the designer clothes shops. 'Helping out' in the fitting room, frequently provided willing participants. However, these were less likely to want Frank's girth, anywhere near them, assuming Joan just wanted them.

Most of these had been short term, some only a one off. I asked if any of these had lasted very long. One, had. It turned to be one of the ladies from the tennis club, had been with them for perhaps six months. She wouldn't let on who it was. Which was fair enough. She's another of Frank's anal conquests. She was older than me, much bigger build. I guessed like one of the shaved ladies, I'd seen. Her husband had a bigger cock than Frank, certainly in length. The problem being, he could only manage once a night. Her appetite was incredible. Frank and Joan had struggled to satisfy her. Last time they spoke, she and her husband had joined a swingers group. His cock was popular, as was her appetite.

She already knew about myself and Dennis. Also that I'd had sex with Marie. I decided to leave it there. John, Jen and Marie were settled, I didn't want to rock the boat.

"Where do you see, this going?" I asked.

She set out their view. They had talked after I left. They both enjoyed my last visit. She suggested that, if I wanted to make this a long term arrangement, it was fine with them. I started to ask some questions, about what this would mean. The answers being, I was free to use the second bedroom, if I needed it. I could leave any things I wanted I wanted, in the cupboards, should I want to keep them secret from Dennis. A bit like the circle, any footage filmed, would be deleted, if I asked. Also, no compulsion to join in. Do if you want to, watch if you like. I was also curious about what she and Frank did together, when they didn't have a guest and did they have specific plans for me.

Joan went for another coffee, I opted for fruit juice. She seemed content, to discuss all of this. From what I'd seen before, she liked to watch and perhaps, like John, to hear about what others were doing. She said, that when Frank was away, unless she had a female guest, she would masturbate, perhaps a couple of times a day. For the most part, nothing extreme, just fingers of the occasional vibrator. She liked to watch back, some of the sessions she and they had experienced, on the TV, while doing it. When they were together, pretty much the same as myself and Dennis obviously with more girth. Occasionally, they would indulge with some toys.

"Does he really use those huge beads?" I asked.

"I'll show you when we get upstairs."

I picked up my bag and followed her to the bedroom. Her dress made the sway of her hips alluring. I put my bag next to the sofa and began undressing. Joan watched. I wondered what she would make of my new look. I had deliberately worn a dress which buttoned all the way down, at the front. As I reached the last one, I opened the two sides to her. "Who's a dark horse then", she said, moving in and stroking the beads. I sighed. She moved her fingers to her lips. I let the dress fall. She moved to the bedside shelf and picked up her phone.

"May I?"

I had no problem and told her to go ahead. She took front and back views, immediately sending them to Frank. I wondered if he would wank, using them, later.

"Do you wear this stuff for Dennis?" I shook my head.

"I think he would cum without touching me."

She slipped off her dress, naked as before. She walked to a door of the wardrobe, I'd not seen open before. On hangers and shelves, more lingerie and costume, than you would find in most shops. She said that she wore it sometimes. Particularly if she was trying to hit on the sales staff, in the shops.

She bent before me, pushed my legs wider apart an began flicking the beads of my thong with her tongue. If I was slightly wet, from walking, now I was soaking. Her hands found my buttocks, pulling them apart. She began rubbing my asshole with her finger. My knees trembled and I sighed loudly.

"That's the first orgasm, I've ever had, standing up." I said.

"Try doing it in public."

She went on to explain, that she had walked around town, with a slim vibrator inserted in her vagina, held in by a pair of briefs. She had achieved two orgasms. She had to find a toilet in order to turn it off.

We moved to the bed. Sitting up on the pillows. She naked and me in bra and thong, now rather soggy. She picked up the TV remote. She scrolled down a menu, finding the file she wanted, she pressed play. Frank was displayed laying on his back with a butt plug inserted. On screen, Joan was kneeling on the floor. She removed his plug and began inserting the beads. I was agog. He took all six, just the loop handle remaining in view. She began sucking his cock. His breathing was loud. She released him from her lips, placing her hand on his shaft, she began to wank him, hard and fast. What can only be described as a fountain of cum, shot upwards. As it did, she slowly removed the beads, one by one. Each producing diminishing spurt. The first had been nearly two feet in the air, the last a slight dribble.

"Does he always cum that much?"

"I guess so, I've never really thought about it. He probably came more than that in your ass."

"Any more of these you are willing to share?"

She showed me an anal scene, in the same position I had been in with Frank.

"That looked a lot easier, than it was for me."

"Easy my foot", she said. "I'd never had anal before I met him. It took me a year, to get it in, you did it first time out."

I grinned. She scrolled the menu, found the file she was looking for and pressed play. Strutting about was a more mature woman, a chubby bottom, shaved pubic area and a large pair of hanging breasts. Not fat but certainly well built. The scene showed Joan and Frank, double penetrating her with two massive dildos. They were maybe 2 inches or more in diameter. They weren't going easy. Joan had the strong vibrator, directly on her clit. She came, five times, without letting up.

"You can close your mouth" said Joan. She explained that this was the insatiable lady. She had moved house, many miles away and no longer belonged to the club. I suppose, no harm in showing you that. There is a chance of you meeting some of the others, at some point.

"You like watching, don't you?" I asked.

"You noticed."

"Pretty evident, laying back watching Frank, cum in all my holes".

She said, that she went, where the mood took her. Sometimes, she watched, sometimes she helped out, sometimes she took centre stage.

"Enough talking and watching, today I'm the centre of attention. I'm your play thing".

I went to the top drawer, grabbed loads of toys and some lube and flung them on the bed. I returned and picked a couple of anal dildos.

"If you think you're using all of those, at the same time, think again."

"Just kidding, body parts only, today."

I climbed on the bed, laying full length on top of her. I kissed her and ran my hands down the sides of her body. I slid down and spent a considerable amount of time kissing and stroking her incredible tits. Her nipples are amazing, cones, almost pin sharp. I couldn't forget, the feeling, when she stepped into the shower at the club. I ran my lips and tongue, across her flat stomach. I moved lower, raised her legs, what a view. I spent maybe half an hour, exploring her vulva with my lips and tongue. I loved this, soft gentle love making. She came twice, before, stroking my head.

"Enough!"

I moved up beside her and we embraced.

"Happy just to carry on like this today?" I asked.

"Of course."

I wasn't in a rush. In fact, I would be happy just to pleasure Joan and to be in her company. We lay for a while. We idly masturbated each other. Me stroking her labia, she rubbing the beads of my thong. We both had gentle orgasms after maybe forty minutes. It was so pleasing, to spend quiet time like this. I'd been laying back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment. I shuffled up onto the pillow. Opening my eyes, on the TV, Joan was sat upright, grinding her ass into a woman's face. Looking at the pubic hair, it was my face.

"You like that position, don't you, you've done that to me, at least twice?"

"Why wouldn't I. I get an orgasm and get that cute little nose, rubbing my asshole." Leaning over, she kissed the tip of my nose.

I needed to get out of my underwear, the thong was sopping wet. I stood by the side of the bed, pulled the bows and the beads, tinkled on the floor. Joan had unclipped my bra, reached round and massaged my nipples.

"If Dennis didn't buy you the lingerie, who did?"

I explained, that I wanted to keep it secret. He used the computer more than me, so I got my daughter to get them. Same with my toy collection.

"Is she as cute as you?". I nodded.

"But she doesn't have these, cupping my breasts". Joan asked if I would bring her along. "Not a chance, she's happy as she is. She lives with another woman."

"Licking pussy, must run in the family" was Joan's response. I just smiled. I wandered off to the shower. A minute of so later, I felt her nipples press into my back. No repeat of the scene at the club. Just a cuddled and a washed.

We padded downstairs for some lunch, dry but naked. It still felt a bit naughty, as there wasn't a curtain in the house. Joan explained that the positioning of the house, meant, that nobody from outside, could actually look into any of the rooms. She prepared a beautiful lunch. Breads with olives and sun dried tomatoes, soft cheeses and Parma ham. She pulled a bottle of sparling Asti, from the fridge. It took two of us, to open it. She held the bottle, I tried to push out the cork. Finally, it shot across the room.

"Imagine if guys came like that." she said. We both giggled. When we had finished eating, we took a second glass, to the sofa.

She quizzed me about Jen. I said, she'd been married, now divorced and had drifted into, a sort of, lesbian relationship. Her partner was also divorced. I refrained from mentioning Marie, by name. I wondered, if at some point, it would slip out. A sort of, because of the involvement of a young man. It's similar to you and Frank. You invite women to join you. They invite this one guy. It seems to suit them and you and Frank well. All fun and no pressure, for anything to become more emotional. They are happy as a couple, preferring not to get involved, in a full on relationship with men. Just the odd departure, for a bit of sexual pleasure.

"No wonder, you didn't protest, when I got into the shower with you, at the club."

"You have just started on your sexual journey, how far do you thing it will go?"

I had no idea. I've already gone way further, than I ever dreamed possible. I was still, pretty naive, I'd done everything Jen and Marie had described to me, apart from double penetration with two men, which wasn't on the cards. For the time being, at least. I thought having anal with Frank was pretty extreme. I was happy with what I was doing. Being with her and Frank, added spice to what I had with Dennis. She put down her wine glass, and took my hand. I placed my glass next to hers, wondering what was coming. She took me to a door by the kitchen. She hadn't shown me this on the tour. When she opened the door, I could see why.

Inside, the room had metal rings screwed to the walls. Chains straps and buckles hung down from them. In the centre of the room, an eight inch, padded, circular, leather roll, about three feet long. This was supported on four, sloping, shiny metal legs. On the wall by the door, were a set of hooks, holding a number of canes, riding crops and leather paddles.

"Shocked?"

"A little", I said.

She went on to explain, that her parents had sent her to a private boarding school. Mainly, in order to remove a rebellious streak and instil some discipline. It hadn't worked. She remained rebellious and actually enjoyed the discipline.

"You probably noticed my tendency to use crude language. That didn't go down well."

The teachers would often spank or cane her. After which, she would head for the toilets to masturbate.

"I enjoy being spanked, so Frank indulges me, even though he isn't keen on inflicting pain."

My silence, had her worried.

"Did I make a mistake, bringing you in here?"

I wasn't sure what to say, or think. Did she want me to spank her? Or, was she thinking of doing it to me.

"No, I just wasn't expecting something like this."

She wondered if I would be willing, to help here out with her fetish, when Frank wasn't about. Why not. If she likes it. She was the main course, for today.

She approached the roll and bent over it. She gripped the legs on the far side with her hands, hooking her feet outside the legs on the near side. The display was amazing. Her bum spread wide. A clear view of her anus and vagina below.

"Spank my bum!" Came the order.

I brought my hand down on her right buttock.

"Harder!"

I repeated, with more force. She groaned. I used both hands, alternating between here ass cheeks. They were becoming red, I could see wetness, trickling down her inner thighs.

"Clit!"

I reached between her legs, inserting my thumb into her wet hole and brushed her clit. She came instantly. She screamed loudly but maintained her pose over the device. Her breathing was hoarse and clearly audible in this small space.

She released the legs of her support, moving them to the roll, then pushing herself upright. She pulled my hand from her vulva and sucked the thumb, which had been inside her. She kissed me, long and hard. That was amazing.

"Want to try?" She said.

There was clearly a look of panic on my face. I explained that, going home with my ass that red, would definitely give Dennis cause for concern. She said, that the hand marks faded pretty quickly, certainly by tomorrow. Those from other devices, left marks which would last.

"Why not, I haven't done anything yet, that I haven't liked."

This was clearly a custom made support. Each of the legs had a clip, to allow them to be raised and lowered. She let them down, to fit my height. I assumed the position, she had vacated. I guessed that the view must have been quite brazen. Being shorter than her, my legs spread wider, my pussy more open.

"Grip the bars hard."

I complied. She stroked each buttock gently before applying a slap. There was a sting of pain, followed by a soft stroke. Something she clearly had gone beyond. She applied eight to each buttock.

"OK, to go a little harder?"

I agreed. She continued with four harder slaps, each side, followed by the stroke. I felt her breath.

"Stay still!"

I felt her tongue, across the warmth of my bum. She began licking my asshole, whilst stroking my clit. The sensation was fantastic. My anus flared and she pushed her tongue inside. My knees buckled, my hands slipped up the metal legs. I have no idea if I made any noise or not. I ended up on my knees.

I knew that Jen and Marie often applied a single slap to each others bums. This was something entirely different. The sensation, although slightly painful was exhilarating. She helped me to my feet. We stood, facing each other. She pulled me close, gently stroking the heat of my bum.

"You looked amazing, with that cute ass of yours spread wide." She said.

"Is there CCTV here?"

"Yes, I'll show you later." She whispered in my ear. "Have I found a convert?"

"Maybe."

We returned to the sofa. The cool leather felt nice against the heat in my backside. Joan went to the fridge and poured out the last of the bubbly. Marie had told me, in one of our conversations, about the situation with, Jen's sister in law and how it had freaked her out. I hadn't been fucked by loads of blokes but would she find what I'd done disturbing. I'd talk to Marie, before broaching the subject. I'd certainly like to do it again. I began to wonder what the crops and paddles felt like. The canes looked too painful.

"Who knew that you could cum, doing that." I said.

Joan described some of her other activities in the room. She would be strapped with her back to the wall. Frank would flick her nipples and pussy with the tip of one of the crops. The end being about two inches across, tapering down to the flexible handle. Although, she preferred having her ass whipped, probably due to past memories.

We finished our drinks and headed back upstairs. I followed her. I guessed my ass looked at as red as hers. We decided on nothing so extreme, for the rest of the day. She pulled up the footage of the spanking on the CCTV. My vagina really was spread wide. I can see why she liked the view. I requested that she demonstrate, some of her masturbation for me. I knew she used just her fingers, most of the time. It appeared that she wanted to put on a show. She went to the drawers. She returned with some lube, a jewelled metal butt plug, not too big and her really strong vibrator.

Her head on the pillow, she pulled her legs to her chest and pushed in the lubed plug. It slipped in easily but looked really cute. I sat crossed legged, looking straight up the bed at her. She placed the vibrator between the lips of her pussy and turned it on. I could see her labia trembling with the power. She rested a finger on her clit and slid it down to touch the head of the toy. The vibrations began to transfer along her stretched out finger. That toy was extreme. I began rubbing my pussy. Within minutes, she came. Whether this was a series of orgasms, or just one, was difficult to tell but it went on for minutes on end. He butt plug pushing out and pulling back in. I couldn't hold back and grunted an orgasm. She finally turned the vibrations off, rubbing the tip along her labia but refrained from inserting it. I straddled her hips, lay forward on her chest and hugged her.

Neither of us really felt like moving, for quite a while. She stroked the back of my head and neck. I lifted my knee and dragged it clear of her. I knelt beside her.

"That was awesome, how did you keep going?"

She said that she never really knew, what her orgasm would be like, until it hit. I wondered if this prolonged peak, was a response to the previous spanking.

We headed to the shower, that would be enough for today, I thought. As we washed, I gave her plug a sneaky push.

"Keeping that in?"

"Frank will be back tomorrow, just thinking ahead"

We dried off, she put on a robe. We've left one for you, on the back of the other bedroom door. I headed off and put it on. Following on from the relaxed nature of the day, Joan phoned for a Chinese take away. The delivery arrived not long afterwards. After dinner, we settled down with a glass of white wine. She sat beside me on the sofa, her arm around my shoulder.

"How is your bum?"

It had calmed down a lot. I stood and flicked aside my robe. "Dennis won't notice that by tomorrow", was her comment. We slept soundly that night, Joan wrapped round my back.

In the morning, she drove me back and dropped me at the end of our road. After she arrived home, she sent a text:

Voyeur at the club Thursday?

Fine.

See you there.

I sent a message, to Marie, to call me when she had chance. When she did, I outlined the spanking episode. She said she would give it some thought, before possibly passing it on to Jen.

I arrived at the club at about 10. Changed and put my gear in my locker. I took my racket and a tube of balls out to the court, Joan had booked. I'd never played her before. For good reason, as it turned out, she was far better than me. She had also been a member, far longer than me. She knew a lot more of the characters, than I did. In the breaks, between games, she pointed out some notable figures. The middle aged guy over there, doesn't look much. According to his wife, his cock is really long. Over there is one of the lesbians I couldn't entice.

Most interestingly, she pointed out a mousy looking woman, maybe fifty years old. Not particularly pretty and average build. She'd had been fucked by nearly a dozen of the male members. Occasionally, two or three at a time.

"How do you find, this stuff out?"

"Mostly, at socials. Many of them get really drunk and let slip more than they should."

She told me about this particular lady. She had never married. Joan, is one of her customers. She owns a a chain of fashion stores.

"I tried my luck once."

She explained, she's purely heterosexual. She was flattered but not interested. She did ask about Frank. One of her sales assistants had been to bed with us, so, probably spilled the beans.

We timed our shower, to coincide with a few of the female members. Sitting on the bench by the lockers, undressing slowly, we took in the sight before us. I didn't usually play on Thursday, so hadn't seen any of these ladies before. The mousy lady was stood directly in front of us. Joan winked at her and she waved back. I was fascinated. Maybe the same height as me. Average boobs but her nipples were incredibly dark and stood out an inch or more. She was totally shaved. What's more, her labia were pierced with wide rings about an inch in diameter and 1/4 inch thick.

"Your latest?, Very cute, have fun." Directed at Joan.

I felt my face colour, as I dropped my eyes.

"we already have."

The woman laughed, pulling her piercings apart to give Joan a flash.

The other three cubicles, on our side of the changing room, were all occupied, so we sat there, naked. On the far right, a woman, maybe nearing sixty. Hanging, saggy boobs, a roll of flab, mostly covering what looked like a very hairy pussy. The next, someone about my age. Nice body, small mounded boobs and a dark pubic triangle like mine, neatly trimmed. The the mousy lady. Finally, a very slight, old lady, probably sixty plus. Flat chested like Jen, pale pink nipples, shaved pubes, which left nothing to the imagination. A very pronounced clit hood and fairly large labia. Joan whispered as I gazed,

"Lesbian."

Eventually, the right hand cubicle came free and Joan got in. The mousy lady gestured to me, that she had finished. I moved forward. She pulled me inside.

"I bet Frank's cock is great".

I nodded. She'd seen me looking. She grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs, her clit was as hard as a rock.

"Don't do anything, I wouldn't, that doesn't leave much" she said.

She stood in front of me dabbing herself with a towel. She bent to drop her shower gel, into her bag. She had a jewelled plug inserted. She dried, dressed and headed to the bar.

While Joan and myself were drying I told her what had happened.

"She'll be here for a while, want to meet her?"

We dressed and headed to the bar. Joan went for mineral water, she was driving. I opted for white wine. The mousy lady was sat at the same table we had, during my first solo encounter with Joan. I was introduced.

"Helen, this is Val, Val this is Helen."

She gestured for us to sit down.

"I bet Joan groped you in the shower."

I gulped. "Actually she wanked me to an orgasm."

She sniggered.

"She tried that on me, but she doesn't have a cock". She thought for a second, "Apart from the monster her husband has in his trousers".

"You should try it, it's fantastic."

"Soliciting for Frank now?"

I apologised. Helen, said she'd though about it many a time. Joan touching her bum and forcing my hand to her crotch was the closest she'd been to a woman, preferring men.

"Come over next Tuesday, we'll have a chat." Said Joan.

"I'll think about it"

We finished our drinks, said goodbye to Helen, who was waiting for her driver and headed home.

The weekend resulted in a couple of good fucks from Dennis. He seemed more eager to please than normal. Had he realised something was up, or trying to prove himself. I didn't care. On Monday the possible reason was revealed. Our national football team, were taking part in a tournament overseas. He and a couple of his friends, had managed to get tickets to three games. This meant he would be away for a couple of weeks. I would miss him but it opened some options for me. They were leaving on Friday afternoon. I phoned and passed this on to Joan.

Joan picked me up as usual on Tuesday morning. She had a sly grin on her face. I wondered what this my mean. She made a larger than normal pot of coffee and set out three cups and saucers. Her phone buzzed. She went the front door and pressed a button. Down the drive came a large Maserati saloon. It stopped at the door. The driver got out and opened the rear door, Helen stepped out. Joan opened the front door, as the driver departed. Helen had clearly been here before. She came and sat beside me. Joan poured the coffee and settled in an armchair across from us.

The conversation started with usual small talk, work, clothes and tennis. Feeling bold, I dug for information.

"Do you normally play tennis with a butt plug?"

Helen burst out laughing. The answer was, sometimes.

"Bold, isn't she?", directed at Joan.

"Getting there."

Helen laid out here history and outlook. When she was eighteen, here parents had sent her to a young ladies finishing school, in Switzerland. It was set in an old castle. The gates closed every day at 8pm. Hormones running wild, every night was like a lesbian orgy, which she participated in, with gusto. She spent time building up her business, when she first started. Not until her late thirties, did she find the time or inclination to express her sexuality. Now that she had the time and money, she indulged herself, whenever she felt the urge. This was almost exclusively with men. Although, she did occasionally have some fun with some of her sales staff. This was how she found out about Frank.

Joan outlined where I'd come from, the progress I'd made and what we and Frank had got up to, since we got together.

"Joan, what do you have in mind?".

I had a question.

"If you are in to men, why did you pull my hand to your pussy, in the shower?"

The answer being that she saw my curiosity and thought I was cute. I said I'd never seen a pierced pussy.

"Is your clit hard like that, all the time?"

Pretty much, was her reply. She stood, undid the the button and zip on her skirt, which fell to the floor. Her pussy rings hung either side of the crotch of her briefs.

"Doesn't your driver notice them knocking together?"

Apparently, he wasn't just a driver, using more than his motoring skills. She slid her briefs over her hips and they slid to the floor. She stepped out of them.

"You've felt it before, have a closer look."

Who was I to turn down the offer. She sat back on the sofa and opened her legs. I knelt between her legs.

"Go ahead."

I stroked my hands along the inside of both of her thighs, nice and soft. I touched one of the rings. It was hollow and not too heavy. I touched both rings and slowly moved them apart. Her labia were reasonably large. I brushed the back of my finger up her vaginal opening. She was right, her clit was, as she said, hard. I brushed it, she groaned slightly. I ran my finger up and down her pussy. Pushing my luck, I placed my lips on her clit and began massaging it. No resistance, so I carried on. I rubbed my thumb down, what was becoming a slick pussy, pushing it inside. From here, my index finger reached her anus. No plug today. I ran it across the crinkled hole. I tongued her clit and she came with a series of loud grunts.

"You were right, she's great." Directed towards Joan.

Had I been set up? Apparently, Helen and Joan spoke frequently, comparing notes. Despite what I'd been told. Helen was bisexual and had already been fucked by Frank. She had kept away, since I came on the scene. Based on Joan's comments about me, she wanted to sample the goods. Although, she had been with several men at a time, never several women, or more than one woman and a man. She thought this current arrangement, had potential to be exciting. Contrary to the earlier comment, she hadn't rejected Joan in the shower at the club. Joan had actually gone down on her.

I was curious, about the time she spent with multiple men, as I'd only been with one at a time, although I loved double penetration. She said that it was great, having the attention, of multiple hands, mouths and cocks. She'd even had two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

"It takes very special guys to want to do that. In my position, I have the wherewithal to be picky and find suitable gents, to satisfy my requirements. Introductions available, if you are up for it. Come on then, my pussy is on display, what are you waiting for."

Joan wore a different belted wrap dress, to the one I'd seen before. It was off in a second. This was the first time I'd seen her in sexy lingerie. Black half cup bra, stockings and suspenders, no briefs. I unbuttoned my dress and slid it off my shoulders as sent it to the floor. More of Jen's purchases. Pink half cup and matching beaded thong. Helen undid her blouse and left it on the sofa, now naked apart from her shoes. She stood and approached me. Her nipples as before, stood out firm, they brushed my own. Her hands sought my buttocks. She squeezed.

"God that's pert."

She brought one hand between us ran it down the beads of my thong, easing a finger across my labia. I grasped her buttocks, a nice soft wobble. I released her and moved to Joan.

"Does she know about the room over there?" I whispered.

She smiled and winked. Helen looked at us.

"She wants to spank your ass."

"Maybe later." Helen said, with a smile.

Joan headed to the bedroom and we followed. I let Helen go ahead. The wobble was great. I carried my drawstring bag and dropped it beside the bed.

The three of us lay on the bed, as I got the menu of Helen's preferences. Use of the crops and spanking was a female only affair. With men, she was firmly in control. She preferred men with slightly above average cocks but nothing massive. Frank being as far as she would push it, for girth. Her double vaginal being with smaller guys. A couple of 8 inch gents, were her ideal for double penetration. Apart from her driver, who lived in an apartment in her house, she had three or four, trustworthy companions, who were invited on, her whims. All were relatively well off and discrete. They enjoyed their time and did nothing to compromise the situation. Reaching down and stroking her jewellery.

"Aren't you worried about displaying these in the showers?"

"Not at all, I don't care, if people want to look, let them."

"What about social functions?"

"I just wear big pants, to stop the ringing sound". I chuckled.

Joan decided to enter the conversation.

"In spite of your wobbly fat ass, Val got Frank's cock in hers' quicker than you."

The two of them got me onto my knees, pulling one leg each, inspecting the goods. Helen's fingers, pulling away the lace of my thong, stroked my anus. Obviously, on a quest to return the favour, for her orgasm on the sofa, she undid the bows and discarded my thong.

"Those beads were wet."

She ran the back of her hand across my pussy.

"Lick her ass!" from Joan.

A tongue licked and probed my anus. I think the hand on my pussy may have been Joan's, I couldn't tell. Whether it was one or both of them, the result was the same. I squealed, my legs shook and I gasped.

"See." Said Joan.

"Bloody hell", said Helen, with a slightly trembling voice.

"What?"

"Your asshole gaped to about an inch and a half across".

They were talking about me rather than to me. Great ass, fantastic asshole, orgasms like a champion, takes cum in all three holes, spanks and gets spanked, likes to watch and sucks pussy with the best. I was still breathing heavily and couldn't really tell who said what. At least a couple of fingers entered my ass, something, maybe a thumb in my pussy. Fingers on my clit rubbing hard. I screamed really loud, jerking forward, ending up, face down. A hand gently stroked my neck, others ran across my bum.

I needed time. They let me have it. I felt the bed move. I turned my head to face them. Helen was on her back. Joan, in a position I recognised. Sat on Helen's face, having her asshole rubbed by Helen's nose. I couldn't resist, reaching out a hand and squeezing one of Helen's nipples. Almost as hard as her clit. Recovering my senses. I picked up my bag, took out my dildo marked A and some lube. I squirted out some of the fluid. Helen used to the sound, pulled her legs up. I applied some to her anus, which opened slightly. I applied the tip to her hole. She almost sucked in the first couple of inches. I held it for about thirty seconds before beginning to fuck her ass. I placed my other had on her vulva. I hooked a finger inside her, rubbing up and over her clit.

Joan, was grinding hard. She really loved getting women's noses on and into her anus. She sighed loudly. Gently easing herself backwards, away from Helen's tongue but further crushing her nose.

"Aaaarh, aaaarh, aaaarh" escaped Helen's, now free, lips.

I felt the dildo pushing back, I let go and it slid out. She was certainly used to plenty of action. Within seconds, she had recovered.

"Naughty, sticking dildos in somebody's ass, without permission. It's you who needs spanking, not my wobbly old bottom."

I chuckled.

Joan finally removed her bum from Helen's face and settled down beside her. What an introduction to a new friend.

"I can't stay too long, I have a meeting." Said Helen.

"Downstairs!" Joan ordered.

We headed to the room next to the kitchen. The roll didn't seem to have moved since my last visit. Helen went straight to it and bent over. I walked behind her and copied Joan's stroke and spank technique. Her buttocks gave a satisfying wobble, as my hand landed. Half a dozen on each cheek. I felt something on my shoulder. It was a riding crop. Joan pointed me to the other side, facing Helen. I kissed her and began stroking her clit. Joan began flicking the crop on her buttocks. After about seven or eight strokes, she screamed right into my face. He clit was throbbing. She slumped to her knees. A minute later, she stood thanked us, dressed and called for her car.

"sorry to cum and run but I have a lot on, today."

I was really surprised, that Helen could cum that hard, yet remain focused and recover so quickly. I decided not to stay over. Frank was coming home from some time away and I wanted to give them some time together. After a coffee, she drove me to our normal drop off point.

On Saturday, I packed a large bag, plenty of clothes and my toys. As Dennis and his friends had already gone, I had agreed to stay with Joan and Frank. She picked me up as usual, mid morning. We appeared to be taking a different route.

"Change of plan", she said.

About a mile out of town, she turned in to a lane, between two large brick pillars. It was a driveway, about as long as our street. At the end, beyond a large gravel circle, what could only be described as a Georgian mansion. Three storeys, huge windows, either side of the large central doorway. A vintage Bentley, was already parked outside.

"Leave your bag."

She went straight to the front door and let herself in. I hurried on behind her. Inside was every bit as opulent, as the facade would lead you to believe. Joan opened the first door on the left and walked in. The room was huge, maybe forty feet by twenty. There were huge windows, maybe eight feet high, served by wooden shutters. I'm sure just the furniture, was worth more than our house.

Helen was stood inside, two men were sat in armchairs, not far from her. She was holding a glass of wine, the two men, glasses of what looked like whisky.

"Help yourself"

A cupboard at the side of the room, seemed to be straining under the weight of bottles. Joan poured some mineral water and dropped in a couple of ice cubes. At home, myself and Dennis only drink wine and whisky. I picked up a bottle of the latter. I'd heard of the brand. Each shot, cost as much as a bottle, of what we normally drank. I poured some into a glass and added some ice. One sip, it was sublime. Helen directed us to a wooden framed, velvet sofa, gold leaf? I wondered.

With what appeared to be the full cast in attendance, Helen introduced each in turn. Anthony was the driver, I had seen a Joan's. He lived rent free, in the old servant's quarters, was paid a huge salary. As much for his sexual prowess, as his motoring skills. He was, perhaps, approaching forty, dressed in trousers and a shirt. He raised a hand in acknowledgement. I turned my gaze to the other guest. Older, maybe fifty. Very smart, jacket, shirt, trousers and shoes, polished so highly, you could see reflections of the furniture in them. Ex soldier or maybe still serving. This was Gerald. Described as the perfect gentleman, good company at social events, excellent manners. His vice, sticking his dick into the bottoms, of mature women.

"Alright, General?" from Helen.

He raised his glass to me. Both, I was assured had excellent staying power and aimed to please.

"He likes banging into my ass and watching it ripple. He may have a heart attack, when he sees your rear end."

I dropped my eyes. It appeared that both men already knew Joan and were aware that she was not to be fucked.

We finished our drinks and Helen ushered us upstairs. The staircase was perhaps six feet wide, split, half way up, each spur leading to a different side of the first floor. We took the left side. The room we entered matched the theme seen downstairs. All in the style of the house. The only exception was the bed. A large divan allowing access from all sides. Helen dropped her dress. Underneath, a leather corset, pushing her tits up, nipples hard as ever. Below, black stockings, suspenders and black three inch heels. Her pussy jewellery on full display. From the top of a cupboard, she lifted a black riding crop, with a leather end. For me? Or to keep the men in check? Joan remained dressed. Anthony kicked off his shoes and draped his clothes over a chair. Gerald, undid his shoes, carefully folded his clothes and laid them on top of a cupboard. Joan got behind me, reached round and undid the buttons, on the front of my dress, letting it fall to the floor.

Thinking I would probably have plenty of time, with Joan and Frank, I had dressed for the occasion. Black half cup bra, stockings and suspenders. I decided not to wear the thong. Assuming Frank would want my ass, I had inserted a moderate butt plug, one that still allowed me to walk normally. Joan turned my ass to the General. I could only imagine the look on his face. Helen and Joan had, presumably worked out a plan, beforehand. Joan approached Anthony, stroking his uncircumcised cock. She retracted his foreskin and took his knob in her mouth. Oral but no fucking? Helen ran her crop up my back. The General approached me. His knob looked big. He was already erect. His shaft was bigger than Dennis' but the crest of his bell end was almost as big as Frank's. I knelt and ran my tongue around it. I was right, I struggled to get it in my mouth. I heard Helen's heels approach from behind. She bent, reaching her hand between my legs, began stroking my pussy. Feeling that the time was right, she took control.

Anthony lay on the bed, his erection, pointing at his chest. Joan knelt beside him, holding his foreskin back. She placed her left hand, fingers up, at the base of his cock. Helen eased me to the bed, positioning me over the cock, looking down at his face. A hand in the small of my back, had the tip of his cock against my pussy. I was so excited by the situation. I sank down in one go. This was definitely my sweet-spot for size. It felt great. I could feel Joan's fingers, near my clit. The bed dipped behind me. Pressure on my plug. I pushed and it popped out. The cold sensation of lube, followed by the contact of a warm glans against my hole.

Was this to be as good as I had anticipated. I loved my two large dildos. Were two cocks better. I controlled the dildos, Helen controlled the men. I was filled with uncertain feelings. I began to feel the General start his entry. I bore down hard. The familiar twinge, as the crest passed within. I gasped. It really was big. The sound of a slap. The crop on his ass? He held still. The feeling of two warm cocks was every bit as good, as I had imagined. I've no idea how long we stayed like this. I could feel Joan's fingers rippling against my clit. Another slapping sound and the cock in my ass slowly pushed home. My mouth was open. My eyes wide.

Helen was spot on. These guys were amazing. They began thrusting alternately. A well rehearsed and executed evolution. The fingers on my clit set off my orgasm. They stopped pumping me, briefly. Over and over I came. I don't think I made much noise. Slight movements in my body, the only indication. I felt at least two loads from the General, maybe one from Anthony. I have no idea how many times I came, it was a lot. The cock in my ass finally softened and withdrew. I grunted as the knob passed my sphincter. I slumped on top of Anthony. Joan removed her hand and stoked my back. Gerald walked to the side of the bed, next to me.

"Thank you, that was magnificent."

The clack of Helen's heels. Four slaps.

"Naughty little soldier." sniggered Helen.

I was stunned to see the slaps raising another erection. Where had all these people been, for all of my life. Anthony held me gently, he was still rock hard in my pussy. No wonder he got paid well. I began to shift and he helped me off, his cock, slick with cum and my juices.

Joan picked up my plug and my clothes and showed me to a bathroom. I sat on the toilet, while she started the shower.

"We'll leave them to it."

she said. I learned that Helen loved watching her gentlemen perform. When they had satisfied the chosen 'mature ass', she would fuck them both, until they could go no more. I don't know about them, I could go no more. Joan actually undressed and helped me shower. After we dried and dressed, my legs were still trembling. She handed me, mu now clean plug and we made for the car.

"This is some place, isn't it?" I said.

She had inherited it from her parents, in a poor state. As her business grew, she had totally restored it. Arriving at Joan's she made us some sandwiches and tea. Late for lunch but early for tea or dinner.

Joan told me what had gone on from her perspective. They had actually fucked me for nearly an hour. I was right, Gerald had cum twice in my ass. She thought that, I had been close to a dozen orgasms.

"Are you going to be OK, if you don't get to do that again?"

I had no idea, I was still trying to process what had happened. Would anything less be satisfying? Different, definitely but probably less fulfilling. I was enjoying the sex in whatever form it took. Since talking to Marie and Jen, I'd fucked four men, in addition to my husband and had sex with four women, including my daughter.

"Whatever the answer, I'm done fucking for today."

"We'll have some more tea."

As she went to make it, I took a stroll around the garden. I took the opportunity to phone Marie. She agreed to keep the details, from Jen, at least for now. I said, I'd talk to Joan and Helen, regarding what to do about Dennis. I wasn't sure I'd be able to continue, keeping this up, whilst maintaining the secret.

Time, over the coming couple of weeks, to do some serious thinking and make some decisions.