Late Starter

My name is Louise. I'm nearing fifty. I'm the youngest of four siblings, two older brothers and one sister. As things transpired, I got stuck living at home, looking after my elderly parents. I had a job, in the offices of a local factory. The rest of my time was spent, shopping, cooking and cleaning for mum and dad. In the circumstances, not much chance of any sort of relationship. I went to company parties and drinks evenings but always had to go home to mum and dad. A fairly sheltered existence. That's not to say I lived like a nun. I read women's magazines like Cosmopolitan, so had some idea of what went on, elsewhere.

Those are the circumstances, now a bit about me. Nobody in our family is tall. I take after my mother, I just graze 5' on the tape measure. I have short blonde hair, cut in a bob, easy to look after. My eyes are more grey than blue. My body is in proportion to my size. Small breasts with similarly small nipples. I wish both were a bit bigger. Flat stomach and narrow waist. My bum is my favourite feature. It's cute if I say so myself.

I'm now on my own. Dad passed away two years ago and mum six months ago. I suppose it was inevitable, as I was a late arrival to the family. There is a big gap between me and my eldest brother. What to do. The likelihood was that at my age, I'd end up working and living alone. Things changed at the company Christmas party.

I always circulated round at events like this, as most of the people were married and accompanied by their husbands or wives. At this party, I was surprised to see that Duncan, a manager in a different department, was alone. I had met his wife Fleur at previous events. Small like me. Long dark hair, streaked with grey. Her boobs and bum a bit larger. A slight belly, not surprising as they had a couple of sons. I went over to talk. He said that his wife had passed away, from cancer, a few months ago.

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's alright, I'm starting to come to terms with it. It was tough to start with but everyone has been really helpful and supportive."

We spent the evening talking, mostly about the recent changes in our lives. Also, what we thought the future would hold. Neither of us are particularly young but not ready to end up in a care home either. We arranged to go out to dinner, the following weekend. He arrived in a taxi and we headed into town. A nice meal with some expensive wine. We talked a lot, more than I ever had, with either him or Fleur. At the end of the night the taxi dropped me home and he kissed me goodnight. A perfect gentleman. Had I expected things to go further, possibly. This was all new to me and a long time since he had done anything similar.

It was late, I went inside and headed to bed. I had moved into the room, next to my parents. It had belonged to my eldest brother. I couldn't deal with being in my parents room. Don't get the wrong idea about me. I may not have had any relationships with men. That didn't mean sex was a foreign country. I have been masturbating for ages. So much so, that I have refined my technique to a fine art. I frequently orgasm half a dozen times a night. Talking to my sister, having multiple orgasms and cumming relatively quickly, runs in our family. She is the same. Having thoughts of what might be ahead of me, I got myself off a few times, before falling asleep. I used to keep quiet when I had an orgasm. Now that I was alone, I made some noise but letting go completely wasn't in my nature.

I began seeing Duncan regularly. On our third weekend date, I invited him in. I don't know if he was surprised or not. I poured us a brandy each, left over from when my dad drank it. He thanked me for the drink and took out his phone, presumably to call for another taxi. I stopped him, inviting him to stay. I ascended the stairs and he followed. I turned on the small bedside light, minimal illumination. I'd never been naked with a man before. What would he think? Living at home for so long, my underwear wasn't what you would call sexy. Big white pants and a standard white bra. We undressed and I quickly got under the covers. He picked something from his jacket pocket and placed it on the cupboard by the bed. A packet of condoms. His body was relatively hairy. His penis not that big, started to get hard as he got into the bed.

He took my hand and moved it up and down his shaft. It felt hard and warm. He opened the box took out a foil pack and tore the top. Taking the rubber, he rolled it down his penis. I replaced my hand, exploring something new. We kissed and he stroked my breasts. My nipples are sensitive, almost enough to give me an orgasm. He moved his hand down my stomach. I was definitely self conscious about this. I'd never done anything to my pubic hair. A large blonde or light brown patch. Would he mind? It didn't seem so. He stroked the hair and inside my thighs. Softly, gently and slowly he moved towards my vagina. A few strokes of my labia and a brush of my clitoris and I had an orgasm. I got the sense that he was a bit shocked.

He moved between my legs and rubbed the condom encased penis along my slit. Although you would expect someone of my slight build, to be tiny down there. It isn't the case. I've never put anything inside myself, other than fingers but have managed four when I masturbate. My hymen was long since gone. He slid in easily and began moving, not fast or hard. Did he think he was going to hurt me? Or was this his way. He built up slowly. I came again. A little longer and he uttered,

"Cumming."

He ground his pubic hair against mine, his penis fully inside me. The movement brought about my third orgasm. Louder.

"Uh, uh, uh."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, fine. You just took my virginity."

"You are joking, aren't you?"

"No seriously. That was my first time and it was great."

"Do you always orgasm that quickly? Fleur used to take lots of foreplay and nearly twenty minutes of intercourse. She would cum like you do but it took time."

"Yes. From what my sister said, she is the same. Oh god, I shouldn't have said that."

He smiled, kissed me and held me tight. He stayed the night, just cuddling before falling asleep. On Sunday morning, I got up and put on a housecoat, Duncan was still half asleep. I went down to make some tea and toast. He must have smelled the toast. He appeared just as I was laying the table, dressed in just his trousers and shirt. We finished our toast and marmalade and I made some more tea.

"Can I ask you some questions?"

He nodded as he sipped his tea.

"This might be a bit personal or a bit raw for your feelings. I told you last night, that you were the first man I've been with. That is true. I've only ever masturbated until then. Last night was fantastic. As I have so little experience, what do you like to do. If you don't mind, what did you do with Fleur?"

"It's alright. I don't mind. We started off, like we did last night. After a while, perhaps a year or more. We thought things were getting a little routine. We subscribed to a magazine, which explored sexual desires and different aspects of sex. A few photos and drawings but mostly in depth articles. We started trying out some of the things we read about."

"Such as?"

"We started with oral sex. Her sucking me and me licking her. We went on to role playing, like doctors and nurses, naughty school girls and so on. Things just developed from there. I will drop them over later and you can have a read. If it isn't for you, then you know we have what happened last night."

I went upstairs and got dressed. Should I? While I was there, I used the phone by the bed, to call Lynsey, my sister. I told her what had gone on and what Duncan was talking about. Her advice, go ahead, live a little, before it's too late. Duncan called a taxi and went home. He returned about an hour later. Nice BMW car. He left the magazines with me and said that he would see me at work.

I spent the rest of Sunday, opening my eyes to a whole new world. Bondage, leather and rubber fetishes, dildos and vibrators, urination, spanking, role playing, oral and anal sex. The articles described each, the mechanics and the possible ways people got gratification from them. I don't think I had ever considered any of them. Some sounded down right weird, others even painful. I really couldn't visualise the Fleur I knew, doing any of them. At work, in a quiet moment, I managed to catch a quick word with Duncan. He invited me to his place for the weekend, if I thought that it would be alright. Taking Lynsey's advice, I agreed.

I packed a small bag and put Duncan's magazines in another. He came to pick me up, first thing on Saturday morning. Looking at his car, I wasn't surprised that his house was nice. About twenty years old, driveway, large garage, it looked to be large. Lawn to the front. He showed me inside, very nice, clean and tidy. He went to put the kettle on for some tea. When he returned, I gave him back his magazines.

"What did you think?"

"Honestly, I was shocked. I'm glad you let me go through on my own. I would have been really embarrassed looking at them with you. I know we met years ago but this is a big step from just talking to you and Fleur at parties."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I asked. My sister said I should have fun while I can, so that is what I'm going to do. Did Fleur really do any or all of that."

"Some. We experimented quite a lot but not everything was something we liked. Is it going to be too much, if I show you what we did? I'm not expecting you to do any of it."

"I don't understand."

"We took pictures."

"My god. Was she alright with that. I felt odd getting undressed with you in the room."

"She was a bit like that to start with but I told her nobody else would see. You will be the first."

"Why not."

He went upstairs, taking the magazines with him. He returned with a couple of photo albums. He handed me one. At the beginning, Fleur in sexy underwear. Skimpy knickers, bra, stockings and suspenders. Lots of old black and white, pin up style poses. As they went on, no bra but hands covering her nipples, topless, then just her suspenders and stockings, frontal and rear shots. I think my bum is more pert than hers was. Even though she looked to be no more than in her twenties. Although, her breasts were larger but still well shaped. Nice pointed nipples. Like me, plenty of pubic hair, hers dark.

"How did you get these done?"

"I was in to photography. I had a dark room set up in the box room. Black and white was relatively easy. I gave up when colour took over. Too complicated for me. I carried on doing black and white for a while but then we got an instant picture camera."

The pictures seemed to be in a sort of date order. More explicit as time went on. Fleur bent over, a close up of her rear, her bum hole and fanny on show. On her back, holding her pussy lips open. I could see her peehole, her clitoris about the size of my little finger nail sticking out. On the next page, she had no pubic hair, a slight increase in the size of her belly and possibly some stretch marks. I looked at Duncan.

"That was just after our first was born. The midwives or nurses used to shave women, in the maternity unit back then. She liked it and never went back. Her labia got bigger, particularly after our second."

From here on, things progressed further. Fleur tied to the bed, face up and face down. Tied to a chair and over a table. Candles and carrots inserted into her vagina. The expressions on her face probably just before, during or after an orgasm. The final picture, Duncan's penis entirely in her mouth.

"I used a long cable shutter release." He said.

"Did she enjoy that?"

"I don't think she disliked it. We both liked giving each other pleasure. Are you alright to carry on? The next album is more explicit."

"I already have a whole new perspective on you and Fleur. Why not."

He handed me the next book. A mixture of black and white like the other one and some colour Polaroids. He wasn't wrong about what I was seeing. Later in date, her labia longer, her breasts more saggy, bottom just a bit more wobbly looking. A cucumber inserted into her vagina, in place of the carrot and candle. The next, the item further in with her fingers pulling up on the hood of her clitoris. On her hands and knees, what looked like the handle of a screwdriver, in her anus.

"Ouch."

"Have you never touched or put anything in your bum? Fleur liked it."

"No. I read the articles. It said that lots of people try it not everyone likes it."

I carried on. Cucumber and screwdriver handle, cucumber and large carrot, finally, a cucumber in he fanny and ass.

"That really does look painful."

"She loved it. The orgasms were amazing. She had to stuff a handkerchief in her mouth or wait until there was nobody else in the house."

"What the...."

The final set, a black man with a huge penis, in her mouth, fanny and bum. The last shot, his sperm all over her breasts. I was sat there open mouthed. Duncan took the album from me.

"I'm so sorry if that shattered your illusion, of what the pair of us were like. As time went on, she wanted larger and larger things to achieve what she wanted."

"Were you alright having that man have sex with Fleur."

"Of course. Like I said, we wanted each other to be happy. I don't expect you had even thought about any of this, until your read the magazines. Still less that the sweet little Fleur you knew, would do them."

"I don't know what to think now. The sex we had was really nice. Do you want to do those things to me, take photos and the rest?"

"Only if you want to. You have a great body. You look wonderful. Not sure about the granny pants though."

I almost choked.

"Nobody has ever looked at them, except on the washing line. They probably thought they belonged to my mum."

"It's still early. Get your coat. Let's go into town, I'll buy lunch and treat you to some shopping."

Who was I to turn that down. Duncan drove us to the car park. We walked to a nice restaurant for lunch. I'd heard about it at work but never been. It was every bit as good as people said. I could get used to this dating lark. Afterwards, we wandered up the high street, looking in windows. Duncan then turned down a side street, I don't think I'd walked down before. At the far end, a lingerie shop.

"Hello Duncan. We were so sorry to hear about Fleur. A new friend."

"Thank you. This is Louise, she needs some of your expert help."

He sat on a chair near the front of the shop and one of the staff made him coffee. The lady who spoke to us first, showed me to the the back of the shop. She looked me up and down, almost without thought, selected a rail in my size.

"Is this for you or Duncan?"

"A bit of both. I've never had anything other than ordinary underwear."

She picked out several sets for me. More delicate in shade and design than the blacks and reds that Fleur was pictured in. Pale pinks, cream and light blue. Several pairs of stockings in shades to accompany them. I tried them on and she helped me, to ensure a good fit. I looked at one of the tags. Just the price of a bra, would have been enough to pay for several sets of what I normally wore. I took the hangers to show Duncan, the lady followed with the stockings.

"Which ones should I have?"

"All of them, my treat."

"I can't accept that."

"Of course you can. Follow your sister's advice. Have fun."

I handed them over and the lady packed the three sets and the stockings into a posh looking bag. What he spent, would have kept me in clothes for a year. We headed back to his house.

"I suppose you want a fashion show and photo shoot."

"Only if you want to."

"Where's the bedroom?"

He took me upstairs. I lovely big room. King size bed, antique furniture and a velvet chaise longues at the foot of the bed. I tried on the outfits one at a time, doing my best artistic poses on the chaise. Duncan did his best David Bailey, snapping away with a digital camera. He showed me the results as we went along. Yes. My bum is great. Not so great, the amount of pubic hair sticking out, of the side of the skimpy silk of the knickers.

"Can you delete those?"

"Of course."

"Did Fleur shave herself?"

"Yes. There is some of her stuff in the second drawer down in the bathroom. There are probably some unused razors."

I wasn't going for the full Yul Brynner or Telly Savalas. Just keeping what I had, covered. I left a strip, about two inches wide and headed back. A quick redo of the previous shots and a display of the full three sets. As I changed, I began to feel less worried about being naked in front of him. It was actually quite exciting. I could see how Fleur got used to it. When we had finished with the underwear, I stood before him, naked.

"Go on. I want to see and I want copies."

He circled me taking shots from all angles. I sat on the bed and he showed me the shots, on the rear screen of the camera. OK, my face and neck showed some wrinkles but my body would pass for a lot younger. I wasn't ready for what Fleur did but this felt good. I pulled on a dress and slipped on my shoes. We headed down for a drink and a light supper.

"How was that?" He asked.

"Not as bad as I expected. I bit strange being naked when you had your clothes on. I've looked at myself in the mirror but you never get the full picture."

We finished a second drink and he took my hand, leading me back to the bedroom. He undid the buttons on my dress, one by one. I had just pulled it over my head. He slid it off my shoulders and it fell to my feet. I still had on the pink set of lingerie on. I think the gusset of the panties was slightly wet. He undressed. He was erect a bead of fluid on the end of his penis. I felt quite proud, that my body could create this effect. I lay on the bed, he picked up a condom and rolled it down his shaft. Interesting to watch. He lay on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows. His kisses worked their way from my lips to my neck, my nipples and belly button. He wasn't going to, was he? He did.

His lips and tongue licked kissed and nibbled at my labia. His tongue worked up and down my increasingly wet slit, reaching my clit.

"Phuuu."

I thought he would stop and get inside me. I was wrong he just kept going and going. My clitoris doesn't stand up like Fleur's did but it does swell a lot. I could feel the blood pumping as orgasm after orgasm hit me. A knuckle? brushed my anus. I gripped his head with both hands.

"Yaaaaah."

I've never made such a loud noise with an orgasm. He finally relented and got between my legs, inserting the condom covered member into me. He only lasted a few minutes but his fingers got me off again. With his penis fully inside me, he grunted and grunted, finally letting out a long groan. His orgasm lasted nearly a minute, if the sound was anything to go by. He collapsed next to me, face down. I reached over and stoked his back and down to his bum. After several minutes, he rolled on to his side to face me. The condom was full of his stuff, now loose around his soft dick. He reached down, removed it and dropped it into the waste paper bin, beside the bed. He moved closer and kissed me. I think that it was still early but we both fell asleep. Things were getting better and better.

Although, I'm nearly fifty. I haven't hit the menopause. No hot flushes and none of the other indications. I phoned the doctor and arranged to have a coil fitted. I had no wish to start a family at my age. I think Duncan would be of the same view. He already had a grown up one. I always hate the use of a speculum, smear tests are to be dreaded. The fitting of the coil was no less unpleasant. Still, it was done. I told Duncan. I suppose the feeling must be dulled wearing a condom all of the time.

I decided to do something for him at the weekend, as a reward for the fantastic oral sex, he had given me. I dug my old school skirt out of a cupboard, in the box room. Not too bad. I only had to let the waist out less than an inch. It was knee length, grey pleated cotton. I've no idea why I kept it. I still had the tie to go with it.

I phoned Lynsey. She was the closest in age to me, two years older. We shared a room, until our eldest brother left home. So, we got on well. Even so, we didn't talk much about sex. She told me about some of her boyfriends and what they were like but not what they got up to. I needed her help, with what I had planned. She came round on Thursday evening. We keep in touch regularly by phone but don't meet up as often as we should. Especially as she doesn't live too far away. I told her what I was going to do.

"Hark at you. Got laid for the first time, now you are going all kinky."

"Too much?"

"Not if you want to do it."

She helped me pin up the hem, to the height I wanted.

"Christ Lou, there's not much more than the waist band left."

Actually, it was below the crease at the bottom of my buttocks. I ran round it with the sewing machine. I normally hem by hand but Duncan wouldn't notice.

Lynsey was curious about Duncan. I explained about Fleur and knowing both of them for years. I took a chance, telling her about the photo albums and what they had got up to.

"Apart form the other guy with the big knob, nothing too unusual."

"Really? Come on spill the beans. We're not teenagers living with mum and dad. We're middle aged women and I've got thirty years of catching up to do."

"Well the bondage isn't my thing. I've done the rest, apart from a big black bloke."

"Even he anal stuff?"

"Great. I end up talking to my little sister about my asshole. Yes, not all the time but I've done it. Sex toys not cucumbers. It's not bad. Better with older men. They tend to be more considerate and not so eager and rough."

"Does that mean, Steve?"

"Yes, my husband has fucked me in the ass. Satisfied?"

"Presumably not as much as you." I sniggered.

She raised an eyebrow. I said I would let her know how I got on. I phoned Duncan and told him, I would catch the bus on Saturday, to save him picking me up.

On Saturday morning. I had breakfast, packed an overnight bag and started getting ready. A white school type blouse and tie, no bra, my nipples visible through the material. Stockings and suspenders but no briefs. The trimmed down skirt, barely covering anything. I put on a pair of lace up shoes and a long coat and walked to the bus stop, at the end of the road. It felt incredibly naughty, walking about outside like this, if not a little cold. One of those situations, what would people think, if I was involved in an accident. I knocked at Duncan's door.

The door opened. I walked in, dropped my bag and hung my coat on the hook inside the door. The look on his face was a picture. I walked into the lounge, turning away from Duncan. I bent over, legs straight, seemingly to tie my shoe lace.

"You have no panties on."

"Sorry sir. I didn't make it to the toilet in time. I wet myself. I had to take them off."

"What a disgraceful way for a young lady to behave. You need to be punished. Come here."

He sat on a dining chair. I bent over his thighs. He lifted what there was of my skirt. He slapped my bum gently, four times.

"Oh sir. Your big hard thing is digging into my stomach."

"That's no way to talk to your teacher."

He manhandled me, face down onto the dining table, hips on the edge, legs wide apart, flipping up my skirt. The familiar sound of his camera. His hand down between my legs stroking my labia and across my anus. I worked my right hand under my body, seeking my clitoris. The sound of his zip. More clicks and the feel of him against my vagina. A few more clicks and the camera placed on the table beside me. He began thrusting, his thighs banging against my bum. Harder and faster than our previous occasions. The situation, my fingers and his thrusts, brought about my orgasm. Duncan groaned. I could feel his legs shaking. He picked up the camera. I felt his thighs leave my bum and his penis pulling out of me. Clicks, lots of them. He wiped up my thigh and across my vulva with a paper tissue.

"Thank you Louise. That was incredible. You look fantastic in that get up. What a start to the day."

"Thanks. It was good for me too. Naughty man taking photos like that. Let me see."

He zipped up his trousers. I stood up and he scrolled back through the pictures. Every bit as lewd as Fleur. My bum, anus and vagina in clear view, over the table. His penis approaching and entering me. My vagina wide open, wet and leaking semen.

"My god, my vagina looks big."

"It looks great to me."

I flashed him my new hairstyle. I had trimmed down to about an inch and a half square, just above my clitoris. I think at least for the next few months that, was as far as I wanted to go. It wasn't even lunchtime, I'd played schoolgirl and had a Duncan orgasm inside me, for the first time. Pushing things further, I went to the hall and put on my coat.

"Take me to lunch."

Duncan drove us to town and to the restaurant we had visited before. For obvious reasons, I kept my coat on. As we sat, I unbuttoned the bottom half and sat with my knees open. I put one hand under the table. Duncan getting some idea of what was happening, took his phone out. He selected something and held the phone under the table. As I masturbated the waitress took our order. Under the table, I pulled up the skin covering my clitoris. Putting my other hand under the table I rubbed and came, digging my top teeth into my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and exhaled. Duncan brought his phone up and watched. Smiling he handed it to me. I watched. The first time I'd seen myself masturbate and orgasm. My vagina opened and my clitoris throbbed. I too smiled. What had I become? Having an orgasm in public.

After lunch we walked around town. I whispered in his ear.

"My bum is getting cold."

"You shouldn't have wet ourself." He said with a smile.

Even so, we headed back to the car. Duncan told me, that although Fleur wandered about the garden naked and they had fucked there, she had never had an orgasm in public like that. I felt a sense of pride, not to mention satisfaction. The school girl scene and walking about almost naked under my coat, was highly arousing. Back at the house, he downloaded the pictures from the camera and the video from his phone. We scanned through the images and watched the video. He made me copies on a flash drive. We sat around for the rest of the afternoon. Neither of us felt like eating much in the evening, after our large lunch. A few snacks and some nice wine.

We climbed the stairs for a shower. Time to finally divest myself, of the school girl clothing, not that it covered much. Duncan waited in the bedroom. I'm not sure I was ready, to have he see me on the toilet. After my shower, I went to the bedroom, wrapped in a towel. He went to clean up. I heard the shower turn off and returned my towel as he dried. Seeing his penis jiggling about as he dried, looked funny. We lay on the bed kissing and cuddling.

I reached down and ran my hand across his balls and up the shaft of his soft penis. It didn't take much of this, to raise an erection. Thinking back to last week, I wanted to return what he had done for me. I shuffled down the bed and knelt beside him. I stroked his erection and held it upright. I lowered my head and took the knob in my mouth. I hope I had understood, what I had read. I tried to keep my teeth out of the way, covered by my lips. I rubbed the tip of my tongue on the under side of his glans. Liquid leaked onto my tongue. I cupped his balls in one hand and rubbed his shaft with the other. Jets of some strange tasting, bitter, salty stuff in my mouth. I'd read it was about a teaspoon. It felt like a serving spoon. I tried to swallow. I managed some, the rest dribbled out onto him.

"You didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to. In the spirit of experimentation and adventure."

"Fleur used to spit out. She said there was too much. I should have told you."

"Why? I'm not Fleur. I'll know what to expect next time."

"Next time?"

"Why not. I'm still learning. I'm enjoying myself, I guess you are too."

We fell asleep in each others arms. I think both of us had done enough, for one day. I woke before Duncan but lay in bed resting. I was reflecting on the day that had passed. Had I raised the bar too high. Would Duncan want me to keep going at this rate, as things progressed. If they did at all. For now, I was living in the moment. Sunday was more relaxed, similar I suspected to most couples. Breakfast, lazing about reading the papers. A Sunday roast, walk in the park then bed. The lovemaking soft and gentle.

Our relationship was developing, more than on just a sexual level. Romantically and emotionally we were growing much closer. Meals out, nights at the theatre, walks in the country and visits to stately homes, a proper relationship. People at work, were noticing me arriving in his car. Not just on Monday mornings but other days too. I would stay with him a couple of nights a week. His house was so much nicer, than our old family home. Although I'd lived there all my life, looking after mum and dad was my abiding memory. No real attachment to the place itself.

Thursday nights with Lynsey became a regular thing. Steve played in some sort of indoor games league, pool, snooker and darts, at his company's social club. He would normally arrive home after 11 and was normally drunk. On these evenings we would put the world to rights, while drinking tea or wine. If it was the latter, she would stay over.

On the first of these. I told her how the school skirt went down, showing her the pictures.

"My god, what a slut. What happened to you?"

"I'm doing what you told me to, having fun. I've come out of my shell. Well, smashed the shell to bits."

She flicked through the remaining pictures and finally the video from the restaurant.

"Lou! Nice pussy by the way. Your clit is quite small. Not much left of your pubes. I was shaved for a while but Steve doesn't get too close these days, so not much point."

She told me that, for the first ten years of so of their marriage, they had loads of sex, four or five days a week. As time had gone on, this had reduced to twice a week and was now more like once a month, despite her wanting more. We had swapped roles. I was getting what she had. She had become the family masturbator or should that be masturbatorix. They lived in a small block of flats. Six, two bedroomed apartments, two on each of the storeys. The couple upstairs were her main focus. Young, perhaps in their early thirties and like she and Steve had been, at their age. She would masturbate as they had vigorous sex above her head. On a morning after one of these sessions, the two women had been leaving the building, at the same time. Lynsey smiled and said,

"Sounded like a good night for you."

"Shit, you heard that?"

"Yes, it sounded fantastic. I wanked myself to more orgasms than you had."

She had laughed and headed off. They began talking over coffee when the husbands were out. She explained her husbands big cock, stamina and what they did. Louise her husband's lack of interest and masturbation technique, with a butt plug and fingers. She didn't want to wake Steve, with a vibrator or to share her time, with the woman upstairs. Whether the woman told her husband, Louise didn't know. She thought that it was a secret they shared.

I continued to share my experiences with Lynsey. I think she got turned on by hearing about them. Much as she did with the couple upstairs. Driving to the countryside, getting fucked over the bonnet of the car. Almost getting caught, by an old lady walking her dog, as I gave Duncan a blowjob. Doing photo shoots in Duncan's garden. Thankfully, not over looked by anyone. I'd also started my journey towards anal sex. Not entirely successfully.

Duncan had told me that Fleur used an enema, especially when she was with the big guy or using a cucumber. I tried but even the end of the enema tube felt painful. I was grateful, that Duncan wasn't pushing me. I got some lubricant and began experimenting, when I was on my own. Rubbing a finger on the outside, pushing the tip inside. I opted for the same starting point as Fleur. A carrot, in a condom. Duncan had given me his supply, he didn't need them. Slim, pointed and increasing in size. I'd masturbate when I had a portion of it inside. A different feeling, definitely. After a couple of weeks, I graduated to a parsnip. The same narrow starting point but much wider as it went in. I was loving the orgasms I got. I think I'd got to the point where I could fit Duncan's penis. I didn't think a cucumber was ever going to be an option, nor was a massive black cock.

I knew that Lynsey did anal sex with Steve, or at least had in the past. Also that she used a plug in her masturbation. One day she showed me her favourite toy. It was eye wateringly large. Not for me.

One Thursday, Lynsey arrived with another woman. Smartly dressed, blouse and skirt, body slightly matronly. Not the neighbour from upstairs, too old. Our age or slightly older. She was introduced as Rita, the lady who lived on the top floor. Above the noisy couple. The two of them compared notes, about the performances they heard at night. Rita would do the same as Lynsey, when she was on her own. However, she would compete, when she had company. The three women thought the whole thing was hilarious.

This wasn't why Rita was here. Lynsey knew I had computer skills. I use them a lot at work. I learned as I went along. I picked up things from the tech guys, to fix issues, so that I didn't have to keep calling them. Rita handed over a laptop. She had managed to delete a lot of files and didn't know how to get them back. They weren't in the wastebasket. I eventually managed to find and restore them. This wasn't work. The folders all had women's names. The contents, photos and videos. One was labelled Lynsey. Was it? It was. My sister naked and having sex with Rita. I handed the laptop back with the Lynsey folder open.

"It's OK, I'm not going to tell anyone. Does the woman in the middle flat know that you two have sex."

Lynsey nodded. She'd been seen coming down the stairs in the morning. The woman mockingly complained, about being kept awake. Rita told me that she had been divorced for about five years and didn't care who knew what about her. She was off men, after the divorce and had discovered a liking for lesbian sex. She and Lynsey had started talking about their neighbours and had discovered that they were both masturbating, to the same thing. They had started doing it together, eventually having sex. All of the files on the computer were previous lovers, in her new adventure. The competition to the noisy couple was actually my sister.

As my relationship to Duncan was now public, he introduced me to his sons and their families. We got on well. I think they were happy that their dad was having fun again and happy with our relationship. My brothers both lived hundreds of miles away, due to work. So I emailed them to tell them about Duncan. I invited him over on a Thursday evening to meet Lynsey.

"You must be the multi orgasmic lesbian, with a large clit and big anus."

"Lou! How could you."

"He's not going to tell anyone. Although he might want to watch and take photos."

She burst out laughing. They actually got on pretty well. More down to their interest in sex, in all its forms, than any future family ties.

A couple of days later I decided it was time for my first anal sex with Duncan. I'd told him of my intention. Again, I took the bus. Carrying my bag and wearing only shoes and my coat, my nipples were rock hard due to the cold. On entering the house I dropped my bag in the hall, hung up my coat on the hook. I strode into the lounge and bent over the table, as I had during the schoolgirl episode, now only wearing shoes. The camera clicked. I loved displaying myself for him. A bottle of lubricant was placed next to my face.

He pressed down the top a couple of times. It squirted out onto his fingers. He wiped a small amount across my pussy lips, the rest onto my anus. He began rubbing my pussy with his fingers. Like Lynsey had thought, he wasn't in a hurry. His fingers brought me to orgasm twice, the second with his finger in my ass.

"Time for doctor to take your rectal temperature."

I sniggered. I pulled the cheeks of my bum apart, more clicks of the camera. The tip of his penis, brushed my hole. He must have amazing control, to hold the camera and take shots, with what he was doing. His knob expanded my hole.

"Ow. Doctor, that's not a thermometer. It hurts. Stop it. Take it out."

I let go of my cheeks, sliding my right hand to my clitoris, I wasn't far from my third orgasm. The soft warm flesh was a nicer feeling than either the carrot or parsnip I'd been using. I must have gone further with the parsnip than I thought, his penis felt slightly smaller. All pretence of being a reluctant patient gone,

"More."

I had a mental picture of him doing this to Fleur and of a massive penis doing it to me. I screamed as my orgasm hit. I think it shocked him, as he paused. Did he think he'd hurt me? I'd never been so loud before. The pulses of my insides set him off grunting more than I'd heard from him before.

"I'm sorry. Was that painful?"

I chuckled.

"No, it was great."

The camera clicked again and again as he withdrew.

I'd started late in life, with just about everything. Relationships, sex and now marriage. The fact that I'd done all of these at close to fifty, rather than twenty, might seem strange. I wondered, if the delay actually made these more enjoyable. No way of knowing. I married Duncan about nine months after we started going out. Our family home was sold and the proceeds split four ways. Lynsey was spending plenty of time with Rita. Michelle, their younger neighbour, continued to share stories with them. Which Lynsey passed on to us. I continued pushing my boundaries. I would wear my long coat in winter and a long dress in summer. Usually without panties leaving the bottom buttons undone. Judging when to 'inadvertently', give someone a brief view of my pussy. Sex with Duncan, on the back of these was out of this world.