Watcher, Player or Both? Ch. 05

For the first time in my life, I'm actually feeling settled and happy, with where my life is at. I have never stayed in a job as long, as in this current one. I got promoted to supervisor. My boss is great, she leaves me to run the shop, while she does the paperwork, ordering and other administration. The three girls who work there, are really great fun. All five of us have nights out, normally on a Friday. We head to a bar, after every thing is buttoned up with the shop and it is ready to open the following day. We chill out with a drink or two and have a bite to eat. Sometimes we will stay there, depending on the conversation or the people watching. Or, we head to a club. All of us are interested in people. You get to see and hear all sorts, working in retail. Picking up on things, helps you deal with the customers, getting them what they want and making us commission.

Lorraine is older than the rest of us, about forty and married. Her husband has a well paid job. She likes dealing with the customers and doesn't want to get promoted. Cheryl and Laura are about the same age as me and they are both party animals. Sometimes they only get a shower after a night out, before coming in to work. Crazy.

The good thing for a voyeur in this situation, is that you get frequent glimpses, of naked or near naked women. Sometimes women come in together. The talk as if the shop staff are invisible. All of us think this is great, even Josie our boss. I've not really got any insight in to her. None of us have. She comes out drinking with us. She joins in the conversation. We have no idea if she is married or divorced. In a relationship or not, gay or straight. She pervs, like the rest of us but that doesn't mean anything. Lorraine is married but likes eavesdropping. Cheryl and Laura are both straight. Men or women, all the same to me but looking and masturbating trumps everything.

Away from work things are changing. I've been renting a room from James and Olivia, almost since I started my job. They are moving. Olivia inherited some money, when her grandmother passed away. So they are buying a bigger house, in a better area. I was a bit down at first. I liked what we had going and thought they did too. Actually, it has turned out to be better than I expected. They weren't sure what was going to happen either, until they found the house they loved. They looked at loads, before making a decision. When they found their dream, they took me to see it. I wondered why. They actually invited me to go with them. Even though, the money wasn't actually required. I insisted on carrying on with the payments. An older house, with thicker walls. However, the master bedroom, had an adjoining room, just a door between them. The room they wanted me to have. It had been a nursery, which is why the door had been put in. It was a decent size. Twice what I had in their current house.

It took about twelve weeks, for the sale to be finalised. I bought a bit more furniture, dressing table which doubled as a desk for my laptop and some more storage. It made my trip to work a bit more difficult but James often gave me a lift. I envied Olivia, being at home all day. It took a while for things to settle down. We were climbing over boxes and shuffling furniture about, for a while. Sex for the three of us, during this time, had taken a back seat. We were all tired.

Our shop is closed on Wednesday afternoon. A lot of the other shops in town are too, so not much point staying open, if there isn't much passing trade. Lorraine, Cheryl and Laura had all gone home. I was just finishing up a display, so stayed on. I was going round, checking that everything was locked up. I thought Josie was out, at a meeting with suppliers. Her office door was open about a foot. It is normally closed and locked if she is out. I went to close and lock it. Inside, Josie was on her back, on top of her desk, skirt pulled up. Kneeling on the floor, a woman was licking her pussy. I recognised her. It was Hilary, the district manager. Josie saw me and winked. I backed away and went home. That answered one question. At least partially.

The following day, she called me in to her office.

"Sorry about yesterday. The back door was locked when I got here. I thought you had all gone. I guess, knowing you, you got a good eyeful. I've been having an affair with Hilary, for about a year. I'd appreciate it, if you could keep this quiet. It's difficult for us to meet up, so we take our chances when we can."

"Not a problem for me. Going down on women, sucking men, it's all the same to me, but I love watching. She looked good."

"She is. Can you keep it from the others? I don't want to cause her any problems. She has a lot more to lose than me. Difficult to get another job like hers. She has a good relationship with her husband but gets a thrill from keeping what we do secret."

"Consider it done."

Another memory to add to my wank bank. A bit of a power trip, knowing something about Josie, which the others didn't.

Back with James and Olivia. Things had finally found their correct place and the house looked amazing. The final blitz on shifting everything, had been hard work. All day Sunday, with the three of us. James cracked a bottle of Champagne, by way of celebration. We sat in the lounge, relaxing on the three piece suite.

"Things have been pretty subdued at night lately, haven't they? We've heard you masturbating a few times. Sorry we didn't give you much to listen to. We have been a bit stressed and tired with the move." He said.

"Crikey, don't apologise. You have both done more for me, than you will ever know. I hadn't expected you to bring me on this move. Let alone anything else."

The bottle yielded a couple of glasses each. When we had finished, whether by way of compensation or celebration, he stood up and took off his clothes. Olivia followed suit. Not wishing to be the odd one out, I joined them. They masturbated each other on the sofa, I on the armchair. Olivia was first to cum. James shot a stream of semen up his stomach, enough to get me off. We just sat there chuckling. Olivia handed him a tissue, to clean up. That night, they made love on top of the duvet, leaving the connecting door open. Sophie, now more vocal than ever. Her cries and groans, were enough to set off my second orgasm of the night. I walked into the room as they lay panting, kissed them both. I returned to my room, closing the door behind me.

My negotiations with Dr Sophie, started to bear some fruit. The first suggested step, a meeting with Amanda. The three of them assuming the two of us were most alike. She drove over, one Saturday morning, while Olivia and James were away. I made some coffee and we sat down to talk. Things were pretty tense to start with. They knew little about me. I, on the other hand, had seen her, naked, in fetish gear, wanking my brother and seen her mum riding his cock. It turned out, that we had some things in common but the cross over wasn't massive. We both loved to watch and listen, we got pleasure from it. Often we would masturbate, just as often not. Both of us stored up the memories.

We differed on a number of things. The three of them were almost entirely lesbian. I was firmly in the bisexual camp. She gave Julie and Sophie pleasure because she loved them and she enjoyed giving them orgasms. She derived almost as much satisfaction from it, as she did cumming herself. On the other hand, I had sex, when it looked like I would get something from it. Initiating Olivia into anal, gave me a lot back. Using Aaron's cock was a challenge and a memory. I wasn't interested in romance or a relationship. My aim was personal gratification.

Would these final items may have swayed things in my favour? I assured her, that I was more interested in watching, than taking part. I agreed not to film and not to share any video, I'd already got from Mary. I did apologise for taking it, in the first place. Particularly as, it was intended only for Aaron. At least most of what I'd seen, didn't show Julie's face clearly. Not good for her career, if anything got out. I said I'd wait and see what they came up with. Positive or negative.

All of a sudden, Wednesday became my favourite day of the week. Not only did I have to work fewer hours, the end of the working day became a highlight. I'd send the other three home at lunchtime. I'd tell them I was doing some stock checking or changing a display. What I was really doing, was heading to the offices to watch Josie and Hilary. Josie knew for certain I was there. I'd ring her phone twice without talking, to let her know everyone had gone. She had trusted that nobody else knew, so she started leaving her office door wide open. I wasn't sure if Hilary knew or not. At least to start with.

A really soft and thick rug had been added to the floor. I'd seen Josie on the desk, with her skirt up. They were now naked on the rug. Both average height. Josie brunette, nice body, large breasts, sagging slightly, waxed to a Brazilian. Hilary, blonde and slim, small breasts, light brown pubic hair. The first time I'd seen them naked.

Josie was on her back, head towards me. One of her breasts flopped towards me, a large nipple visible. Hilary's bum on her face, very cute, her asshole clearly visible. Sucking, slurping and sighing noises filled the air. Josie grunted, her legs wobbled as she came. They carried on and she came again, more loudly this time. Still no let up from Hilary. Josie extricated one of her arms and stroked the cute little anus above her. Hilary screeched. Good job there was nobody around. She raised herself up and I nearly died of shock. She turned round, lowered herself on to Josie's mouth, the other way round. She looked straight at me and blew me a kiss. My jaw dropped. She put her hand under her chin, gesturing upwards. She then began rubbing her clit and pussy back and forth across Josie's mouth. She grunted twice as she came again.

"Come on Marcie, that has got to have been worth a wank."

Not something I expected to hear from someone like Hilary.

"It's alright, I knew you were there, when Josie was on the desk. A little stunned?"

She stood up. Josie, licking her lips, sat up on the rug. Hilary looked me up and down.

"You need to change before you leave." She said pointing at my crotch.

My leggings were showing a wet patch. I went to my locker, removed my leggings and pants, they were soaking.

Hilary, now dressed walked in to the staff changing room.

"Nice chubby little bum."

I swung round.

"That's pretty nice too. Same time next week. I'd suggest a skirt, particularly if you are going to finger yourself. Don't be surprised. My husband and I are naturists. I have no problem with people watching me."

She didn't wait for a reply. Just walked off to the back door and her car. Josie came in, still naked and opened her locker. A different set of clothes for going home.

"Do you mind me asking what the deal is?"

"Confident isn't she. She just likes having fun with a woman. I'm not the first. There have been quite a few. She may have you, at some point. It's not emotional for her, just sex."

"What is it for you?" I asked.

"Much the same. I was in a relationship but she left me for a younger model. I don't want to get burned again. So the sex is fine for the time being. She was right, you have a nice ass and pussy."

"You heard that?"

She said nothing. We both dressed, I put my wet things in my bag and we both headed off. Despite staying for the show, it was still only just past two, by the time I got back. As usual, Olivia, was at home. We both liked these afternoons. Just the two of us. Time to chat and catch up on gossip. I'd pass on things I picked up at work, odd comments or things I'd seen. So far this week, a woman moaning about her husband cumming in seconds. Another, with a big black bush, most of it outside of her inappropriately small briefs. One trying on skirts, shaved pussy and no underwear. Another, complaining about the couple in the upstairs flat. She sounded like a braying donkey when she came. Olivia almost choked on her tea. She'd pass on some of the details of what she and James were up to, when the door was closed. He'd started going down on her, after he'd cum from fucking her and get her off again with his tongue. No worry about. He'd also kiss her after she had given him a blowjob.

"Is he ashamed of that? That's why the door is closed."

"No idea. It's only just started, so you may get to see at some point."

I was still incredibly horny from seeing Josie and Hilary. I told Olivia, assuming that as she knew nether of them, it wouldn't go further.

"They sound cool. No wonder you like working there. Come on, let's."

She opened her jeans and slid her hand inside. I only had a skirt on. I didn't have spare knickers at work. I lifted it and began stroking my pussy. Olivia stood, slid her jeans and pants down. She pulled her clit hood back and began rubbing direct onto the cute little thing. Her language, not what you would expect from a relatively posh young woman.

"There you go, dirty pervert."

It took me a couple of minutes more. With the pent up energy from earlier, my orgasm went on for a while, I just kept rubbing. That night, the door was open. I wondered if Olivia had told James, about my time at work. They spent plenty of time on foreplay, before he fucked her pussy. She came once when he went down on her, twice more as he rubbed her clit, as they fucked. He pulled out and pushed just the tip of his knob into her ass, as he came.

"You dirty fucker. You clean that up now."

He raised her legs and began licking her ass. She sighed. While his head was between her legs, she gave me a thumbs up. I closed the door and rubbed out another orgasm.

The following Wednesday was amazing. As usual, I rang Josie's phone twice and headed to the corridor. The door was open. Both Josie and Hilary were squatting on the rug, facing each other. Each had a rabbit vibrator fully inserted and turned on. They were fondling and stroking the breasts and nipples in front of them. No point not taking advantage, especially as Hilary expected it. I pushed a hand into the waistband of my skirt. No briefs. I was curious as to what they were doing. After a while the vibrations started them cumming. Over and over. I was on my second. No idea how many they had. Josie collapsed sideways and pulled out her toy. A duel?

Hilary put her hand to her forehead, thumb and fingers in an L shape.

"Loser. Dinner is on you."

She still didn't stop. Looking at me, she came again.

"How many?"

"Just two. No rabbit."

Josie must have had four or five orgasms and was still on her side.

"Is she OK, I asked."

"She'll be fine in a few minutes. Having fun?"

"You bet. Watching is my thing and you two are great. Exhibitionists are a godsend to a voyeur."

She stood up, removed her vibrator and turned it off. She came to the door and raised it to my mouth. I took it inside, sucking her juices from the toy. She went to the rug and cuddled up to Josie who was still breathing heavily.

I was buzzing, pardon the term, when I got back. Olivia was drinking wine. Pretty unusual for her, in the afternoon.

"Is something wrong?"

"No. Just a bit of liquid bravery."

"What for?"

"I want to ask you something but I'm not sure how to start."

"Are you asking me to leave?"

"No, just the opposite but we don't want to put you under pressure, to do something you find uncomfortable."

"Sounds intriguing. Just go for it. You know it's going to take a lot to shock me."

She told me about the closed door. Sometimes, it was just because they were sleeping, sometimes they wanted to be intimate and private. However, the third reason was that they used role play. They weren't sure how I would react. The scenarios included burglar breaking in, nurse and patient, angry wife or husband.

"No problem with me. What's the issue?"

"We know you like watching and listening. I know you do have sex, you've had me. Including getting in my ass. You haven't brought anyone back here. We wondered if you had sex at all now. How would you feel about getting involved, in our games?"

"Don't you think it could cause problems? I know of three women who live in a sort of marriage. It works, because they all love each other. This would be different."

"I've talked about it with James. Neither of us are worried about it. We are happy in our relationship. You don't want one. All three of us like sex. You've watched us. We watch you masturbate. I think both of us want to watch you have sex."

"Are you thinking of inviting someone else?"

"No. I'll watch you and James. He watches us."

I said I needed time to think about it. I went to the kitchen and fetched a glass. I poured some of the wine for myself and topped up Olivia's glass.

"Watching the two of us, probably most guy's fantasies. I get that. Is he in to black women? Does that tick something off his bucket list?"

"I know what you mean about the two of us. All three of us get something out of that. Not sure about the interracial aspect. I know he likes how confident you are about yourself and your sexuality."

James arrived home. Olivia told him we'd been talking and what about. He needed dinner and we decided to put things on hold, until we'd eaten and had time to compose our thoughts. Myself and Olivia seemed chilled, about the situation. Probably, as we had already ironed out some of the wrinkles. James seemed a bit agitated. Olivia made a pot of tea and we settled in the lounge. James in a armchair, the two of us on the sofa. We went through some of the things we had covered in the afternoon, from his point of view. The outcome, I'd make a decision by the end of the week. If it was affirmative, we'd have a night, with the three of us, on Saturday. No role playing. Just to see if it felt weird, for any of us. If it did, we'd stop and return to what we had. If it worked out, we would try some of their games over the following weeks.

On Friday night, as we sat drinking, beer for James and gin for the two of us. I agreed, to try out their scheme. Both of them were beaming. Would they be disappointed? Would it mess things up? Not just for the three of us but also the two of them. We decided on Sunday night. Saturdays are a tough day for me at work. I'm usually pretty tired. If we were going to do this, I wanted to make the most of it, just in case, it was a one off. That night, I lay listening to them fucking, hard. Probably thinking about Sunday.

Saturday passed without incident. Unless, you count my perving at work. Lorraine pulled me towards the changing rooms. Two women were giggling inside a cubicle. One of them trying to whisper but failing. Complaining that her asshole was sore. Her boyfriend got over enthusiastic. He pushed a butt plug too far. He had to put four fingers in her, to get it out. We beat a retreat, to the staff changing room, to stop the women, hearing our laughter.

I got up late on Sunday morning. James and Olivia were just heading out to do some shopping.

"Need anything?" He said.

I couldn't think of anything. They had lunch out. I just sat around in some loose clothes all day, drinking tea. I started to think about the evening and whether all of us would enjoy it equally. They got back at about 3 in the afternoon. When I'd started renting from them, I spent most of my time, alone in my room. I'd cook for myself. As time had gone on, we spent more and more time together. We had begun cooking and eating together. Today, was no different. I helped Olivia prepare some roast chicken and salad for our dinner. We ate just after six. James opened a bottle of Cava, some bubbly to set the mood. As we drank, we began to discuss, the coming hours. A decision was made, that we would ease in to things. All naked, no toys, just the three of us in bed and see where it leads.

We had finished drinking at about 8. James headed to shower first. I asked Olivia, if she was still fine with what we were going to do. Hearing her response, I got the feeling that she, rather than James was pushing this. I don't think he minded. We followed on, not long after. I let them shower and head to their room. When I was clean, I dried off in my room. I took a deep breath, standing naked by the connecting door. I knocked.

"Come in." Olivia said.

I pushed open the door. The two of them were stood by the bed. Olivia had trimmed her pubic hair to match the inch and a half strip, I was sporting. James's cock was already erect, the tip of his knob, just poking from his foreskin. I walked in. We embraced. It was the first time I'd felt James's body against mine. We moved to the bed. I was between the two of them. Breast to breast with Olivia, kissing her lips. I could feel his cock against my bum. He was kissing my neck and shoulder, stroking my side. I reached my upper hand back and stroked his ass. This was great, gentle and caring. If this was what was to come, I was definitely interested in more.

I'm sure they had a plan, a preset series of things, they wanted from this. James moved away from me. They rolled me on to my back. Olivia knelt over my head, facing the top of the bed, placing her hands on the wall. James moved between my legs. I lifted my knees, feet on the bed and spread my legs. I looked up, into Olivia's pussy, just as she squished down on my mouth. James was licking my labia, from bottom to top. As he felt my wetness, he began delving his tongue inside. It was a while since I'd got to experience her pussy. It was every bit as lovely as I remembered. She was really starting to get worked up. I was right, she ruled the roost.

"Come on you black bitch, work that clit, make your mistress cum. Fuck her, fuck her hard, make her scream!"

One of her role playing characters? I didn't care. She was breathing hard. I had my top lip on her clit, tongue, in her vagina, dragging to the bean. She bucked on my face as she came.

"Uw, uw, uw. Don't you dare stop!"

I carried on licking but I was struggling to concentrate. James was really fucking me hard. He was every bit as good as the two guys who had DP'd me. He started rubbing my clit and I started to shake and squirm.

"Shoot your cum into this dirty little girl."

My wriggling set her off again. She screamed. I just gurgled into her pussy. James grunted, no idea how many times but his cock was pulsing. If that was all cum, it was a lot.

Olivia raised herself up. She was soaking wet. He clit and anus throbbing, vagina wide open. James was still in me to the hilt. He reached up and stroked my nipples, I shivered. Olivia managed to get her knee over me, bent down and licked her juices from my lips and chin. She looked at James.

"Clean up that dirty stuff."

He followed her order. He pulled his cock out and began licking his cum from my pussy. He didn't stop at that. He sucked my clit. Olivia began sucking my left nipple, stroking the right. I couldn't hold back.

"Aaaaaaaah. Holy shit, fuck, fuck."

Olivia put her lips to my ear.

"Sorry about the black bitch stuff."

"I get it, refined Miss Olivia gets off, on being a foul mouthed slut."

"Only since I met you."

James came further up the bed and kissed me, his cum was still on his lips. These two really had got dirty. We cuddled for a while, letting James recover. When he did, I thought he was going to fuck Olivia. She had other ideas.

"I want to see him fuck your ass."

She grabbed some lube. His semi erect cock was beginning to rise, I took it in my mouth, bringing forth a full erection. I got on all fours, she applied some fluid to my ring, it felt cold. No hesitation, no preliminaries. They knew I took big things in my ass. His cock was not going to be a problem. He pushed in and began fucking me. Not big but he had stamina. Olivia, seeing my hanging tits swinging couldn't help giving them a few slaps. She put the flat of her hand on my clit. My ass cheeks were being slapped by his thighs. My head dropped to the mattress as I came. James, grabbed the front of my thighs and I felt him shoot into my rectum. He pulled out and fell to the side.

I was on the bed, head down, ass up. I could hear James breathing hard, to my left. A tongue probed my anus and fingers sought my clit. Olivia rimmed my ass, tasting her husband's cum. I think it was the thought of what was going on, that pushed me to another orgasm. I fell face down on the bed.

When I came to my senses, I asked,

"Are you OK, you didn't get fucked?"

"I'm good. I get his dick whenever I want. You got me off. Plus I got to see him in action. His cock in your cute brown ass looked brilliant."

"If it's OK with you two, I think I'm done. That was amazing. I need another shower. If this is what it is like, your role play is going to be fantastic."

I headed to the shower. I was washing, when James walked in. I need the toilet.

"Go ahead. You've had that in my mouth, pussy and ass. Seeing you pee, isn't going to be weird any more."

"Thanks. I'm bursting."

He finished, washed his dick and hands in the basin and said goodnight. I headed to bed well satisfied.

The following Wednesday, was a bit of a shock. When everyone had gone, I was just locking up. Josie was away on a buying trip. I was puzzled. Her office door was open and the light was on. Strange. I stepped inside, to turn off the light. From behind the door, a hand went across my mouth.

"Shhhhh."

Hissed in my ear. Thief? No, a woman. Nice smell. Hilary. She let me go.

"Sorry if I made you jump. I knew Josie was away. Time to try my luck. Is there somewhere we can go?"

I wondered what Olivia would think, if I took Hilary home. Apart from an age gap and Hilary's slightly shorter hair, they looked pretty similar. I thought it would give her a thrill. Not to mention what James might think.

"I have a room in a house with a married couple. I think they'd be fine with it. They've been surprised so far, that I haven't brought anyone back."

I finished securing the building, set the alarm and we went out to her car. She and her husband must have money. I new Mercedes sports car. I gave her directions and we parked in the drive. What would James think, pulling up behind it. I opened the door. I was actually home about an hour earlier than usual. Olivia was sat reading a book when I walked in.

"Olivia, this is Hilary. Hilary, Olivia, I rent a room from her and her husband James."

"Pleased to meet you. Sorry if we are interrupting you."

"No problem at all. It's nice to see Marcie bring someone back. The first time."

I went to make a pot of coffee. Hilary's preference. Time to find out what the score was, with her.

"I know you are married. I know you are a naturist, or should that be exhibitionist. Yet, you have sex with Josie and let me watch. Does your husband know?"

"Most of that is true. My husband does know."

Her explanation was eye opening. She had never had sex with her husband. They both had good jobs, earning well. They played the game. Perfect married couple, in all social situations. They were both naturists. Something both of their families had done. It was how they met. They visited beaches and resorts. She checked out the women, he the men. She'd learned to spot women, even if they were married, who would be up for a bit of fun. Even just for their holiday. He would look for handsome men with big circumcised dicks. She had no idea, whether they fucked him or he did it to them. The guessed the former. But didn't really want to know.

"I thought I'd found a long term partner, when I met Josie. She's still hurting from her break up. I don't think it is ever going to happen, with her. She likes the sex. The naughty nature of doing it at work. Both of us like you watching."

"You came back here to have some alone time. Marcie knows that is fine with us. She watches us and joins in too."

Hilary raised an eyebrow in my direction.

"Not down to me. Yes, I caught them fucking one day. They don't seem to mind me watching or listening. They listened to me masturbating. Then they invited me in."

Olivia corrected me.

"Not strictly true. You went down on me and introduced me to anal sex."

"Guilty as charged."

I thought for a minute before resuming my questions.

"Josie knows you're with me doesn't she? She said you would try your luck."

"Of course. We're not exclusive. I'd like to be with her but that isn't what she wants. We both have sex with other women. I have our whole district but chose you. There's something about your shop. Josie had a thing with Lorraine, for a while."

"Our happily married Lorraine?"

"Not at the time, I don't think. They went through a bad patch. Josie was a shoulder to cry on. Lorraine has the most amazing orgasm. Just one. Eyes rolling body shaking, then catatonic for about five minutes."

"I could have done without knowing that. Anyway, what did you intend to do."

"Stay the night, if that's OK, with Olivia."

She agreed and phoned James to pick up food for four, without giving away anything else. He arrived home at about 6, carrying pizza boxes and some side salads. Olivia poured some red wine and we sat to eat. James was brought up to date. After we had eaten, I volunteered to clear away. We sat down with another drink.

"Does Hilary know about the connecting door? If so, is it a problem." James asked.

"Marcie knows I like putting on a show. Not an issue for me. Watch, listen join in. I may be married to a guy, a decent cock with a huge mushroom bell end but he'd rather put it in you, rather than the three of us. I'm strictly lesbian. Join in but don't fuck me. Fair enough?"

He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the pressure on his erection. I warned Hilary about Olivia's increasingly outrageous language. In addition to her tendency to issue orders.

"By the way, what was that thing with the rabbits?" I asked. Outlining what I'd seen to James and Olivia.

"It's a game I play. Mostly, because I know I'll win. Two rabbits, same settings, first to bail out loses and pays for dinner. I know Josie can only manage to cum four or five times. I can probably double that. I always pay up anyway. It's a way of having something over on her."

"You like toys?" Olivia asked.

"Yes, I have a few."

"You want to see what Marcie has."

"Where's your room?"

I got up, said I'd knock on the connecting door later and went upstairs. Hilary followed. I pulled the box from under the bed and lifted it on to the mattress. She opened the lid and looked through the box.

"Like my husband, you like getting it in the ass. His are bigger."

I turned my ass to her and lifted my skirt and flashed her the base of a plug.

"Have you had that in all day?"

"Yes. I was expecting some voyeur action at lunchtime."

"I use a small metal jewelled one at the naturist places. Most men stare. If a woman does, she's worth a try."

"Cheryl at work had a jewelled one. It was pretty big. Half way through the afternoon, she was in the staff changing room pulling it out. She couldn't cope with the weight any longer."

"Why is your laptop in the box?"

"It's full of porn. Wanking material."

I showed her a selection.

"That's your mum getting it in the ass, isn't it? You look a lot like her."

I explained that I only liked the home made stuff. Professional porn is boring. Real people, having real sex, is what turns me on. Most of the files were either given to me or picked up in snooping sessions.

"You like to poke around?"

"It's half the fun. Knowing at any time you could get caught."

"I'll take you to my place, when my husband is away. See how well we hide out stuff."

"Challenge accepted."

We put everything away. We got undressed, I showed her to the bathroom and went to find her a towel. When I got there, Hilary was in the shower, Olivia sat on the toilet. The first time I'd seen her do this. Seeing the two of them naked, they really did look similar. From a distance, you would never tell them apart. After showering, I took Hilary back to my room to dry off.

"Does Olivia meet with your approval?"

"She looks gorgeous."

"From what I saw, when I caught them on the couch, I thought James carried on. I now think Olivia told him to."

We waited about fifteen minutes after the shower stopped running. We thought it would be long enough. I knocked on the door and we were invited in. James was sat on a chair, erection poking above his thighs. Olivia lay on the bed. I suppose it was women's day.

"Hilary came here for time with Marcie. Wish fulfilment." Olivia said.

Hilary got on to the bed, lay on her back. I straddled her hips, leant forward and started kissing her lips. Soft and smooth. She stroked my back and ran her hands across my bum. I worked my way down her body, kissing her neck, breasts and nipples. These small pink peaks were sensitive. I straightened my legs, hooking my feet inside hers and pushing them apart. Her stomach soft, flat and smooth. Her pubic hair, a triangle, as Olivia's had been, soft and downy. An enticing smell hit my nostrils. The mattress moved, a minute later, Olivia placed a one inch wide butt plug and some lube, next to my arm. I began licking Hilary's pussy lips, sweet and smooth. She let out a long sigh. Her clit began to rise and I took it between my lips. She brought her knees up. Moving my arms about, I managed to lube up the plug and aim it at the cute intended hole. I licked her clit as I worked the plug. It went home with a grunt.

This was a signal to Olivia. To stick her pussy over Hilary's mouth. This time facing down the bed, looking at me. I felt James stroking my ass.

"Our lodger is wearing a butt plug."

"The naughty girl needs punishing." Olivia commanded.

Slaps hit my ass, hard. I'd seen this done to Mary. Now my ass was stinging. I continued to work Hilary's clit. She was right, she could cum a lot, I think I'd counted four or five so far. With one hand, I frequently pushed the base of her plug.

"Come on, you stuck up, posh, white slut, get me off."

Hilary raised a hand. I couldn't see where it went. Olivia's pussy or ass, maybe both. She screamed right into my face. James, assumed he had punished my ass enough and began fucking me. He did it hard and fast. I struggled to keep contact with Hilary's pussy. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands. Olivia came again, grunting for about thirty seconds, before rolling to her left. James rubbed my clit, round my hip. I lifted my head and groaned loudly. I felt my anus trying to crush my butt plug. Jesus that was a strong one. James pulled out and shot his load all over my ass and back. I shuffled up Hilary's body and kissed her. She put her arms around me and recoiled.

"You have cum all over your back."

"Don't you think I know that."

James reached for some tissues and wiped it up.

"Sorry."

"I'm fine with it. At least you didn't hit this pretty lady."

I looked at Hilary.

You get used to it here. He'll cum on your face, tits, pussy and ass, if he gets a chance. I think it's time to leave this young couple to it."

We headed back through the connecting door. I closed it behind me. From there to the bathroom and a shower. We removed each other's plugs, washed them in the basin and had a shower. We dried as we went back to my room.

Ready for bed, we hung our towels on the back of the door. Climbing under the duvet, I put my finger to Hilary's lips. The bed next door was moving. Ten minutes or more. She had cum at least once. Then the shouting started. I was rubbing my pussy. I cold feel Hilary doing the same.

"Fuck my ass!"

"Come on you piece of shit, I said fuck it! You can do better than that. Harder!"

"Grrrrrrrrr, ohhhhh."

The bed beside me was trembling. Hilary was rocking from side to side, hand squashed between her thighs. I came with a series of loud groans and grunts.

"Keep the noise down in there, you dirty pervert!" Olivia shouted.

The two of us burst out laughing. We fell asleep shortly afterwards wrapped in each other's arms. In the morning. James had already left for work. If Hilary hadn't been driving me, I'd have been late. Olivia was still in bed. A tiring night. Why not stay in bed, if you don't have work. As we drove I asked Hilary what she thought of my landlords. Hard not to be impressed. I had a feeling, we'd be seeing more of Hilary. As she dropped me off, she said,

"My place, Saturday, husband's away. I'll drop you back on Sunday."

I wandered in to the changing room. Lorraine was there, doing her hair.

"That was Hilary's car, wasn't it. You can't mistake that sound. Lucky you. Josie says she is amazing."

"You know about them?"

"It's the worst kept secret going. All of us know about it. All of us have seen them at it. It's been going on for ages. Have a good time watching?"

"What can I say, Just as good doing. Anyway, if you keep quiet about me going with Hilary. I'll keep quiet about your mammoth orgasm."

"Shit. Josie and Hilary's pillow talk, I bet. My husband thought he'd killed me. No chance of that, he's not that great. I have to do most of it myself."

We sniggered and headed into the shop.

I told Olivia and James that I wouldn't be back until Sunday morning, if they wanted to do some role play. We locked up the shop on Saturday evening. Cheryl and Laura went first. I closed and locked the back door, Lorraine just ahead of me. Hilary's car was parked outside.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't." Lorraine said, with a wink.

I put my bag in the boot of the car. She drove us a fair way out of town. Down a lot of twisty narrow lanes and into a driveway. I knew she got paid well, but nothing to suggest a lifestyle like the house I saw. What did her husband actually do. This wasn't just rich. I large and old stone building. Huge lawns and a lake behind the house.

"Was Olivia right about the posh white slut, on Wednesday?"

"Probably."

She left the car, by the front entrance. I took out my bag and followed her inside. The hallway was bigger than my room and about twenty feet high. The room on the left was enormous, large windows at the rear, looking over the lake and some woods beyond.

"Drop your bag, we'll go up later. Want a drink? Help yourself."

She pointed at a large cupboard with a pull down front. I poured a gin and tonic. She filled an ice bucket and got herself a malt whisky. We took our drinks to the kitchen. We talked while she made us something to eat. She said that her husband was the CEO of a multi national company but didn't say which one. Money, check. Some of what they had, came from an inheritance from her grandparents. There was a prenuptial, so both of them were secure, should things fall apart. When we'd eaten, she poured out more drinks.

"Come on then Miss Marple, do your thing. I'll show you our two rooms, you do the rest."

We headed upstairs. Their rooms were at opposite ends of the house. Neither of them brought anyone back, when the other was in the house. Her husband's room first. I followed my regular routine as she watched. Cupboards, drawers, wardrobe, bedside cabinets, all clear. Nothing under the bed, not even dust. I stood on the rug beside the bed. A slight ridge. I took note of where it was positioned and pulled it away. A secret compartment, opened with a fold flat ring. I pulled. A few gay porn magazines. Lube, butt plugs dildos and vibrators. I picked out a large dildo.

"That's about the size of my dad and brother."

She laughed. I put everything back, exactly where I'd found it.

"Not the same in my room, it's not that easy."

We crossed the landing and up a passage. The two rooms were totally different. His antique furniture, hers modern sleek lines, mirrored cupboards, push to open drawers. This was more tricky. I followed the same process. Nothing at all. I thought. A clue. Two remotes, in the bedside drawer. One for the TV. What was the other? Fewer buttons. I pressed one. The TV rose up on an extending arm. A hidden drawer. I pushed another button and it opened. A collection of nice toys, standard sizes. A couple of harnesses, tied down with silk ribbons. No magazines or porn. I stood back slightly and looked. Drawer depth. I pressed down on the velvet holding the toys, a click and the front rose slightly. I pulled a tab. More below.

"My conquests."

There were photos. Lots of them. I recognised a few. Staff from other branches. The owner of a local coffee shop. A hairdresser. Plenty of naked shots, outdoors. Naturist club contacts?

"No videos or porn?"

"Not my thing. I like to be watched. I don't care if people film me. A few of them probably have. You're pretty good at this snooping stuff."

"I'm sneaky. A lot of good stuff out there and some shocks, if you are lucky. From my point of view, anyway. I suppose you'll want a photo of me. I can get you one of Olivia. Just for the full set. No time like the present."

I stripped off and jumped on to the bed. A white satin cover, was over the bedding, it felt lovely against my skin. She took out her phone. She snapped away as I gave her dozens of poses, erotic and explicit. She clicked he remote, closing her drawer. She undressed, hanging her clothes up. I'd just dropped mine on the floor. The lovemaking was fantastic. I'd felt some pressure to perform, when Hilary came to our place. This was different. We took out time. Slow masturbation, watching each other, satisfying her desire to be watched and mine to view. Oral, for ages, holding off the orgasms as long as possible. Finally, we lay back and fingered each other, to a final orgasm. I had an amazing nights sleep.

In the morning, she kissed me as I woke. I went to the bathroom to clean up. Took a fresh set of clothes from my bag and dressed. She put on probably her most casual clothes, still looking better than me. She drove me back home.

"Want to come in?"

"No, I'm guessing you three have some catching up to do. Anyway, thanks for everything. I'll try not to see you, on Wednesday."

An invitation to watch her and Josie. I walked into the lounge. I should have known. James sat on a chair, Olivia, naked bouncing on his cock. As if nothing was going on, she asked me about Hilary and the sex we'd had. I went up to drop my bag off. They'd just finished, when I got back down. They went to clean up, while I put the kettle on, for tea. James appeared in tracksuit trousers and a sweatshirt, Olivia in a robe. They had expected Hilary to come in for round two. I explained about the rogues gallery. Assuming, that myself and Olivia were just notches on her theoretical bed post. I hadn't counted but there must have been close to a hundred pictures. Olivia seemed pleased with that.

We spent the afternoon acting out a home invasion. James tied my wrists and gagged me, while Olivia jumped on his back, trying to stop him. I was bound the head of the bed, ass up. We were both subdued and made mute. He tied silk scarfs around our eyes. He'd definitely enjoyed spanking my ass. He did it again, rubbing a thumb on my anus, between each stroke. He left me. It sounded like he was doing the same to his wife. A pause. Cold lube on my ass. He rubbed his knob on my hole, stroking my clit with his fingers. Just a few inches in me, for about five minutes and I grunted into the cloth, which filled my mouth. Seconds later, Olivia was trying to shout and scream. I could hear him banging her hard, slaps on her ass.

"Take that bitch."

It appeared he'd cum in her bum. Had she had an orgasm? I couldn't tell, probably, knowing her. He pulled our gags out. Mine was soaked in saliva.

"You dirty fucker. You had that in her ass, then put it straight in mine. You disgusting bastard."

This time, I couldn't work out if she was playing or actually angry. We had our blindfolds released, arms untied. I cuddled up to her. She kissed me and winked.

"You had me worried there."

"That's the point. Try to make it realistic."

I slept alone, no noise from them either. I wondered how many times they'd fucked on Saturday night, before I got home.

At work on Tuesday, Lorraine seemed keen to talk but not where we could be overheard. That made anywhere at work, a non starter. Everyone there, picked up on any stray comments. We headed to the park in the middle of town and found a bench.

"What is it? This seems like it could be serious, if you won't talk about it at work."

"Nothing bad but a bit difficult to put in to words, without sounding crude, or making you annoyed."

"You know I'm pretty chill, it takes an awful lot to wind me up."

She took a few deep breaths. She had confronted Josie, about spilling the beans, about her orgasm. They'd got talking. It seemed as if Hilary, after dropping me home, had gone straight to Josie's. Not just that. She'd given chapter and verse on what she'd done with me. Also what had been said and done with James, Olivia and Hilary.

"Is that all true?"

"Yes, I have nothing to hide. Hilary doesn't appear to have, either."

"You got your landlady to do anal?"

"Yes, what's wrong with that. She loves it. James does both of us in the ass. I get the feeling they do that more, than him fucking her pussy."

"This is the difficult bit.... can you do me?"

"Pardon."

"Graham won't do it. He says it's dirty. It wasn't Josie's thing either. I've never been with anyone else. I know Cheryl does it. I've seen her with things in her bum, in the changing room. I don't think I could talk to her about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Josie and Hilary both seem to think you're are great. Graham is a chauffeur, he drives a business man about. He's away this week. Would you?"

I thought for a bit.

"Do you think our bosses would be alright, if we both watched, then went to your place, after their Wednesday session?"

She nodded. That night I told Olivia, I may not be back on Wednesday.

"Hilary?"

"No, someone new. An anal initiation like yours."

"Details when you get back."

I don't think Hilary and Josie minded that both of us watched them. Possibly, because of it, Hilary had a butt plug inserted. We watched their first orgasm and headed to Lorraine's place. An easy walk. I came prepared. Overnight bag, lube and some small plugs and vibrators. She seemed to need a drink, to relax. We ate a few snacks, drank and talked.

She told me, that so many of the things she overheard at work, good and bad, revolved around bums. She thought it was time she tried it. Graham, not only didn't show any interest in that. He didn't seem to like sex, full stop. He spent one week in every three away, driving his boss. Even when he was at home, sex was rare and not fulfilling. She would only get an orgasm occasionally. Most of the time she masturbated. If he noticed her doing it he never commented. This is how she ended up with Josie. When Hilary came on the scene, she stepped away. Things went back to how they had been. She used her fingers when she was in bed with Graham. A vibrator when he was away.

So far, you only know a little about our older workmate. She is just over forty. Slightly taller than me, maybe 5' 7". Her hair is quite short, dark, streaked with grey. I'd describe her as pretty rather than beautiful. However, she does have a really good figure, classic hourglass. Her body truly was lovely. She hid it well, by the way she dressed. A shame. Her husband must be crazy not to want her.

We finished our drinks and she showed me upstairs. A nice house, similar to the one I grew up in. She let me shower first and I dried off in her room, while she got clean. We sat on the bed and I showed her what I'd brought with me. She said that Josie, got her to orgasm but she didn't think she was that good at the lesbian stuff. She would eventually get Josie off. I told her, I wasn't bothered. This was about her enjoyment.

"If I'm doing anything you don't like, tell me to stop. I may ask you to do things. Just so you aren't put off by me talking."

I got her to lay down and began gently stroke and caress her. I wondered what if anything, constituted foreplay for her, when she has sex. I resolved to make sure she got the most out of it. Even taking into account her age, here breasts rivalled, my sister in law, Mary's. She was starting to respond, touching my back and hair. While I lay on her, I put my arms down and stroked her legs. I made sure not approach her pussy too soon. I could tell, that without attention, her pubic hair would have rivalled my mum's bush. Today, it was nicely trimmed to a neat triangle the bikini line and between her legs shaved. I raised her knees and ran my tongue along her labia, circling her vulva. She was getting wet. I'm guessing, unused to such individual attention. I raised my head slightly.

"OK?"

"Fine."

I added some lube to a plug, not large. Also to my fingers and her anus. She gasped. I resumed, with my lips and tongue on her clit. I felt the saltiness on my lips and tongue. I rubbed my index finger round her anus. Her breathing was increasing in volume. I eased in about an inch, I continued slowly. Aware that if she came, we would have to resume later. She was taking the finger well. The plug tapered gradually, to about an inch wide. It was soft and flexible. I asked her to push out. She took in a couple of inches. This was almost two fingers width. Back and forward half an inch at a time, occasional touches to her clit, with my lips. She was getting close both to orgasm and taking the whole plug. A minute more and it was in. I licked her constantly. This was like nothing I'd seen.

"F f f f f f f."

Her whole body shook. Arms and legs straight. Whites of her eyes visible, mouth wide open. How could her husband not notice this. I slid off the foot of the bed. Walking round the side. I cuddled up to her and waited for the catatonic state, I'd been warned about, to end. It took a while, no idea how long. She didn't say anything, she smiled and spent several minutes kissing my lips and hugging me.

"Weird question. How's your bum hole? By the way you missed a couple of hairs, with the razor."

She let out a loud guffaw.

"Doing a critique of my ass isn't that nice. It actually feels OK."

"I'll only try to take it out, when you are relaxed. You decide."

"It's stopped twitching if that's what you mean."

I got her to raise her knees. I got up, approached from the foot of the bed. I told her to push. Once the widest part of the plug appeared, I stopped it's progress. This was a risk. I gently lapped at her clit as I fucked her with the tip of the plug. I removed it and pushed my tongue into her just open hole.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaa."

Her back was arched, otherwise a repeat, trembling limbs. Thirty seconds and her bum touched down on the bed. I slid up her body, supporting my weight on my elbows. Our breasts and pubic hair touching. About ten minutes later.

"What the fuck."

"I fucked your bum with the plug and licked your asshole."

"I've never cum twice in my life. Not even trying myself."

"Now you know you can. At least if I get to fuck your ass."

She laughed. She felt recovered enough to get off the bed and went to shower. What we had drunk some time before, had worked through my system. I dashed to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and a vast amount of pee, hissed into the bowl.

"Sorry, I really needed to go. The sound of running water didn't help."

I flushed and got into the shower behind her. Her bum rubbed my middle. I wrapped my arms round her tummy. We let the hot water wash over us. We wrapped towels around us and went downstairs. She made us a couple of drinks and put a pizza in the oven to cook. From my point of view, had I set up a new experience. It didn't feel like the others. This had the potential to be something more permanent. Not a full blown relationship but possibly a friend with regular benefits. I ventured some questions.

"Lorraine, can I ask you something, or more than one something. You know I'm not good at settled relationships. Would you like to see where this goes? I'm not expecting you to leave Graham but some regular time together would feel good, to me. Pushing my luck here, how would you like to meet James and Olivia?"

"The people you live with?"

I went on to explain about them and James's love of fucking our asses. Also Olivia's incongruous, verbal outbursts. She went to the kitchen, without answering. Had I gone too far? We ate pizza and drank red wine. She said nothing, for a while.

"Too much too soon?" I said.

"No. I'm just thinking. It's a big step. Hard to make a decision, when I've just had the best sex, I've ever had. Can I meet them first. More than happy for us to carry on. Staying the night?"

We finished our wine and headed to bed. I tried my best to hone the skills she started with Josie. Great in my book. I found out that Graham wouldn't be back until Monday. I texted Olivia. Dinner for four Thursday until Sunday? A stream of smiley faces and a thumbs up came back. In the morning I collected my things together and Lorraine packed a bag. Enough things to get her through the weekend. We headed in to work. She was stuffing her bag into her locker, when Josie popped her head round the door. She wanted to see me in her office.

This could be ominous. I need not have worried. She told me that there wouldn't be any more Wednesday afternoons. She and Hilary had set up for me to be with Hilary. Unexpectedly, Josie actually felt jealous. Not something she had thought about. It had proved to her, that the feelings she had for Hilary, were more than sexual. They had decided to see how things would work out. When Hilary's husband was away, Josie would stay with her. When he was home, Hilary would live at Josie's place.

"Good for you. I'm hoping something similar will happen for Lorraine and me."

She looked stunned. I turned and went back in to the shop. I passed on the news to Lorraine. Both of us wondered how long it would be, before Hilary invited one or both of us, to come and watch them. After work, Josie saw us heading off together and smiled. We carried Lorraine's bag between us, one handle each. Only Olivia was home when we arrived. She made a pot of tea, while we took the holdall to my room. I showed her the connecting door and the bathroom, before we headed back. James arrived, shortly after we had taken our first sip. He fetched a mug and poured himself a cup.

Lorraine seemed a bit withdrawn at first. Seeing that the young couple weren't going to rip her clothes off and have their way with her, relaxed. We just talked about our respective days. I told Lorraine, that I passed on the results of our voyeurism and what we heard at work. Olivia found the stories amusing. Particularly as she spent a lot of time alone, at home. Olivia had made chicken chasseur, with which we drank white wine. It was delicious. Lorraine helped me wash the dishes and we returned to the lounge.

I outlined to Lorraine what a normal end of week would be like. She wanted to take things steady. My room with the door closed, perhaps listening. If she was alright with that, watching and then maybe joining in. She didn't think the role playing was her thing. Something for us to continue, when she was at home with Graham. I think James was actually glad. The thought of complying with Olivia's orders, to satisfy three of us, in short order, would have been a strain.

We went for a shower, bathroom door open as usual. As Lorraine got out, I was handing her a towel, Olivia, stood in the doorway.

"Gorgeous."

She walked in and snuck into the shower, before me. I suppose, it's her house. Lorraine went to my room to wait for me. I'm glad, at this stage, James had stayed in their room. When I'd finished, Lorraine was stood, holding her towel. I took it and mine and hung them on the back of the door, which I pushed closed. I checked that the connecting door was closed, no lock but a strong catch.

"What do you think?"

"They seem nice. Olivia is really cute. James is quite handsome."

We settled into bed. The shower finally stopped. That would be James, I told her. Give it about fifteen minutes. I wondered what they would do. Actually, they were quite subdued. No foul language, Olivia's orgasm was fairly loud and James grunted. I told Lorraine, that this was pretty mild. She seemed excited but we just kissed, cuddled and fell asleep.

"Were you alright being here and listening, last night?"

"Yes, fine. We hear a lot at work but I've never heard anyone have sex, other than Josie and Hilary. It was different, with a bloke."

At work, Josie was curious, as we were about her. However, nothing was said. I spent more time floor walking, than normal. This would give Lorraine an easier time. I expected she would need to conserve energy, if James and Olivia conformed to type. On Friday night, Lorraine agreed that she was happy to have the connecting door open, to watch.

What did they have planned. The two of us settled in to bed. Sat up with pillows at our backs, we had a view directly at James and Olivia's bed. I'd picked the best viewing spot, as soon as I moved in. It must have looked strange, from their point of view. Two women, looking through the door, four breasts poking over the top of the duvet. Scene one. Olivia sat on the bed, sucking his cock. Nothing unusual. As he was about to cum, he pulled out and shot his load all over her face and tits.

"You dirty sod. Clean that up now!"

If Lorraine was shocked by him cumming on her, she was stunned by him licking his own semen off of his wife. Scene two. He went down on her, bringing her to two orgasms. His cock beginning to rise. Scene three. She got on her knees, across the bed, giving us the side view. She looked over and smiled. He got behind her and squirted lube onto her ass. He guided his cock slowly and deliberately into her ass. Her mouth open, letting out a long sigh. He began to fuck her. Her small tits jiggling.

"Come on stud, show them what a real man is like."

He started fucking her hard. She reached a hand back to her clit.

"Harder, cum in my ass."

He did. She let out a loud scream. I walked to the door and quietly closed it, giving them some privacy. As I approached the bed, Lorraine's hand was moving the duvet above her pussy. I flung the duvet back, pulled her flat on the bed, replacing her hand with my mouth. She was soaking wet. She came in less than a minute. I had no need for relief. While she recovered. I had time to think. I'd been happy to please her, with no thought of what I would get in return. A real change for me. For the first time in my life, I was entertaining romantic and emotional, rather than sexual feelings, for another person.

I'd been holding her, inert body for a while. She stirred and kissed me. She reached for my pussy but I moved her hand away. She raised her eyebrows.

"No need, I'm fine."

She fell asleep in my arms.

Josie was getting dropped off by Hilary as we got to the back door of the shop. I blew Hilary a kiss. She laughed.

"How's it going?" I asked.

"Early days. OK so far. I suppose I should thank you. If I'd not taken you to bed, none of this would have happened."

"Happy to oblige. If Josie hadn't blabbed, I wouldn't be with Lorraine. All square."

We headed in, for our busy day. Lorraine was itching to get involved at home. I cut her some slack and gave her plenty of time in the stock room, taking it easy. Josie locked up at the end of the day. She had to hang around, for Hilary to pick her up. It was nice to be home early, for once. Olivia and James had been around all day. The house was clean and Olivia had prepared a really nice, home made Chinese dinner. She'd even made her own spring rolls. After dinner, we went for an early shower. Heading back down in bathrobes to drink some cold white wine. James and Olivia headed up to do the same. While they were gone, I was keen to make sure Lorraine was happy.

"Are you sure you are ready for this? You saw what they are like."

"It's fine. The cum surprised me. I'm good at blowjobs. No clean up if I swallow Graham's load. I've never had anything like as good from him, as I saw last night."

"I hope you don't mind. I warned them about what happens when you cum. Just so they know what to expect. Olivia got excited and can't wait to see it."

"Not a problem for me. I hope I have one."

"I don't think there is any doubt about that. It will just be how many."

James and Olivia came back down. She in a robe, he in pyjama trousers and a T shirt. We drank another glass of wine, before heading to bed. In this case, all of us, in their room. Olivia led Lorraine to the bed. I lay beside her kissing her and stroking her hair. Olivia started sucking and nibbling on her fantastic tits and nipples. James went down on her. I don't suppose, ever in her life, she had been the centre of attention, for three people. Her chest began to rise and fall, more rapidly. James knelt between her legs, put his arms either side of her body. He aimed his helmet at her pussy and gently moved it inside. She gasped.

He held for a minute or so. His movements, when they came were slow and deliberate. Olivia slid a hand down Lorraine's stomach, across her pubic hair and found the small nub of flesh. Lorraine grunted. James increased he speed and power of his thrusts. Minutes later, she came.

"Yooowwww."

James held firm, as the body below him shook and trembled. The movement set him off. He grunted through gritted teeth. His arms holding him off her body. Olivia and myself either side hugging her. Feeling her legs finally relax, James withdrew his now soft cock. Kneeling and looking down at the great body before him.

"Good. Isn't he?" Olivia said.

"Great. My husband is useless. Yours is amazing."

Olivia decided James and Lorraine needed a break. They cuddled, as the two of us got each other off, with our tongues. That wasn't enough for the cute blonde. She mounted Lorraine's face and sank her ass down. I nipped next door and returned with a butt plug and some lube. I repeated what I'd done the first time. This time the plug was slightly larger. I had an idea what would happen later. I could taste the residue of cum in her pussy. The combination of Olivia grinding her cute bum on Lorraine's face, my tongue and the plug, was too much for her. Despite the pussy on her mouth, you could hear the scream. Her ass was pulsing like a strobe light. Olivia climbed off. She was wet but I don't thing she had an orgasm. Like me, I don't think she cared. Tonight was not about us.

With the intensity of Lorraine's orgasms and the time for her to come back down, it was getting quite late. However, James was erect and leaking pre cum at a great rate. Olivia took charge.

"Finale time."

James dragged Lorraine to the edge of the bed. Olivia, lube in hand, stood beside him. I lay beside my friend stroking her breasts.

"Push that nasty artificial thing out. Time for the real thing."

Lorraine pushed and James eased the plug out of her. Olivia applied some lube to both parties. He just rested the tip of his dick against her anus. Olivia began masturbating Lorraine. Her pussy wide open and wet. Olivia's finger traced up and down the opening and up over her clit.

"Push out. Let him ease that knob into your dirty little hole."

A gentle puffed breath as the crest of the knob passed beyond her sphincter. Even up by her head, I could hear the noise of the juices slopping on Olivia's fingers. James felt the pressure ease and he edged further in. He's not that big, 6 or 7 inches and less girthy than they plug he'd removed. His balls came to rest against her bum. Sounds, almost sobs were coming from Lorraine's mouth. James, with amazing control, eased in and out, ten seconds for each. The crest of his knob came back to hit her anus. The volcano erupted. He came with a grunt. God knows how tight she squeezed his cock. His face contorted. She yelled out and went limp. Olivia lifted her hand. Fluid was dripping from her fingers.

Even from my perspective, this was awesome. What did she think. We were now into the early hours of Sunday morning. James was finally able to withdraw. His cock looked red. Sore? Olivia and myself took Lorraine to the bathroom. Olivia turned on the shower, as Lorraine sat on the toilet. A spluttering noise, as cum left her ass. She sighed as she peed. No inhibitions at a time like this. Olivia gently washed my friend. I sat on the toilet and watched. I towelled her down, when they had finished and we headed to bed. She said nothing. I kissed her and nestled her bum into my groin. Spooning, we slept.

It was really late when we woke, nearly 11. Daylight streamed through a gap in the curtains. We climbed out of bed, both of us needing the toilet. I let her go first. As I sat, James walked in, presumably needing the same. He was wiggling his legs.

"Sorry, I can't go any quicker."

I wiped got up and he dashed forward. I think it was the first time Lorraine had seen a man taking a piss. Olivia was leaning against the door frame.

"You can take your eyes off my husband's cock, now."

We washed our hands and went to get dressed. Olivia shouted,

"Coffee."

We headed down to make some. Setting out four mugs, milk and sugar. When the two of them came down. Lorraine kissed them both. She was so glad, that she had taken the risk. Three orgasms for the first time, the best fuck and an incredible anal adventure. I don't think any of us, other than Olivia, was much interested in doing anything more. We ate, drank and sat around talking, until the evening. All of us decided on an early night. In bed with Lorraine, we started to hear some sounds through the door.

"She's masturbating. Normally, it's two orgasms then sleep." I said.

Lorraine giggled. I was right. We were up early. Lorraine needed to get home, grab some clean clothes and get to work. Sadly, she would be back with Graham that evening.

Our weeks took on a pattern. When Graham was at home, Wednesdays were ours. Myself, Lorraine and Olivia would have sex. Mutual masturbation or oral. At the weekends, most of the time, I would watch. On the odd occasion, I would join Olivia and James.

Weeks when Graham were away, were a lot more fun. Lorraine would move in. I bought a small wardrobe, with a couple of drawers below. She then had her own storage. About once during the week, the four of us would be together. Even Olivia seemed to slow down a bit. She and James would fuck about four times a week. We'd watch or listen to these. During these weeks, I was really content. I just wished there were more of them.

I had some time off for my birthday and decided to spend it at home, with mum and dad. We had a chilled time. A bit like when I'd been with Mary. No tension, just food and drink. A few presents, before I had to head back for work. I even told them about Lorraine. They weren't exactly pleased, that I was sharing her, with her husband, without his knowledge. My one bonus, a quick snooping session. Only about half an hour. The toy bag, a couple of bigger dildos, two butt plugs for the first time and a pretty big cock shaped vibrator. Jackpot. Another plastic pocket taped to the inside of the album, a flash drive. Getting modern, I thought. Just enough time to copy the files but that was it. No time to view, until I got home. Not the sort of thing you can look at, on the train.

Shit. The first file, labelled Happy Birthday Marcie. A word document.

Happy Birthday love.

A little extra present from the two of us. We've known since you were at home, that you looked at our pictures. We also know that you and Mary have copies, of the photos and videos. Here are some more, for your bean flicking. The guy is called Ronald, if you are interested. He's really nice and lives just down the road. You might find some of this eye opening.

Best wishes, all our love.

Mum and Dad

Plenty of the same sort of stuff, as on the CD. A folder marked Bonus.

Bloody hell. Mary, Aaron, mum, dad and Ronald. The sneaky bastards. They knew and didn't say anything. Still, it looked good.

However, the sneaking around was just a habit. I was feeling a lot less inclined, not only to do it but to masturbate to the results. My time with Lorraine and the real live shows put on by James and Olivia, filled what had been a void.

Hilary called me and asked to meet, on my own. Intriguing but a little worrying. We met at a coffee shop. Somewhere, anyone we knew was unlikely to see us. First some news from her and Josie. Her husband had found a permanent partner, on their last resort visit. Being mature adults, they agreed to an arrangement, which suited them all. The house was big enough and gave enough separation, for all four of them to be their together. They were remote enough, with plenty of grounds, so that nobody would oversee them.

The other topic, was a bit more difficult. She and her husband moved in some circles, I didn't know anything about. Big charity banquets, Chambers of Commerce cocktail parties and the like. She had some of the traits we did. It seems, most people at these parties did. They listened and stored away information, hoping it would give them an advantage, in future deals.

She had started to hear whispers, about the company and in particular, the boss, who Lorraine's husband worked for. She wanted to keep it between us, for now. Just in case it came to nothing or proved to be false. She didn't elaborate but if true, could be of benefit to us. She said she would do some digging and let me know.

We were in a difficult position. An illicit relationship. Neither of us earned a huge amount of money but we liked our jobs. I rented a room from James and Olivia. I'm sure they would be happy, if Lorraine moved in permanently. As a long term thing, it could be awkward. Leaving Graham, didn't look like a viable option.

I didn't tell Lorraine what Hilary had said, unless it didn't work out. We just carried on as we had been. Another call from Hilary about three weeks later. We arranged to meet up in the same place. The information answered a lot of questions and raised some more. I knew that Graham had been driving his boss, since before Lorraine knew him.

Rumours had begun to leak out, from AGMs and conferences. These were all held in large hotels and involved a lot of bed hopping. In particular, these concerned Graham's boss and his wife. Some big investors were becoming worried. A scandal would not be good for the company share price. Hilary was now certain that the information was correct.

The details were a bit of a shock. It transpired that, the boss's wife was quite demanding. When the boss went away, she would go with him. Graham would share the room with them. Furthermore, during the two weeks, when Graham was at home, things were no different. He would drive to the house, collect his boss and drop him at the office. He would then return to the house. The wife would then extract her pound, or should that be 6 inches, of flesh.

No wonder Lorraine was left frustrated. Hilary had actually met the woman, at a couple of the charity affairs. She could well believe, what was being said. As a result, the company board started an investigation. The boss was removed. Graham's part in the situation was revealed. He too, lost his job. A divorce was agreed by mutual consent. Neither party being totally free from blame.

The house was sold. Lorraine invested her share of the money. We lived with James and Olivia, until we could find a small place of our own. Even when we moved out, we were regular visitors. Lorraine even started to play small roles in the games we played. Not something I had ever envisaged for myself, settling down, having a steady job and becoming a home owner, who knew?