Joyice Davenport, Stage Mother

It was rather loud backstage. Until Brenda, the stage manager, shouted, "Quiet, please!" All backstage sound stopped. Shockingly silent for a moment or two, and then the orchestra began the overture. The performers moved quickly to take their required positions in the wings... well, those performers scheduled to enter soon. The last dress rehearsal for the Coastal Players production of "Camelot" was underway.

I had been rather busy, but things seemed under control now. "Things" for me being costumes. A member of the small costuming crew, I had been making lots of minor fixes and adjustments until a few minutes ago. I was standing backstage, listening to the overture on the tiny, tinny speaker system in the green room. Suddenly, I felt someone's embrace from behind.

"Joyce! Tell me to break a leg!" came a whisper in my ear.

"Daniel, dear, it's only dress rehearsal," I whispered back. "But break a leg anyway!"

He gave me a quick peck on the cheek, released me from his embrace, and moved off towards the stage.

Daniel Martin is the tenor performing as Sir Lionel in our production. At 40-years-of-age he was a bit old for the role. But his youthful good looks, athleticism, and beautiful voice made it an easy fit for him. And somehow, he'd become my best friend in the company, despite our age difference.

I'm 72 you see, and merely a costumer. I wasn't used to younger company members noticing me. But Daniel had always been very attentive and friendly. I'm Joyce Davenport, and I've been involved with the Coastal Players for absolute ages, ever since my daughter, Nicole, got involved in the youth theater part of the company. Nicole was 41 now, still living and working in the area (she's a nurse). And she was in this production, singing as a lady of the court.

I'd been a bit of a stage mother... not the monster-type, like Mama Rose in "Gypsy." But I had been on hand to encourage Nicole through every show. So many shows, over the years. And I'd remained involved, even when Nicole grew up and hadn't time or inclination for every production. I was never on stage myself. I was a helper backstage, with sets and props and costumes.

Nicole has never married, and has had few boyfriends... and none recently, that I know of. She's quite attractive, in this stage mother's opinion. So, I'd fleetingly entertained the notion that she might link up with Daniel Martin. But I saw no sparks fly between them. Daniel might even be married... I didn't know if he was. And he paid me far more attention than he did Nicole.

The overture was ending and the show was about to begin. There was no particular reason for me to stay, but I enjoyed hanging about at the theater. And if I left, I wouldn't see Daniel again this evening. I do like his attention. It gives me a nice lift of the spirits. I busied myself tidying in the green room and checking on costumes yet-to-be-worn. At home, my husband John was likely just lounging and reading, so he wouldn't be missing me, yet.

My lingering earned me a reward when Daniel and others arrived in the green room. Not required on stage at that moment. As others claimed spaces on the old sofas lining one wall, or searched for their water bottles, Daniel came straight to me.

"Joyce! What a treat to see you still here," he smiled and squeezed my chubby upper arm. I'm well-padded, in that old-time grandmotherly way. Without actually being a grandmother, since childless Nicole is my only offspring. I've chubby upper arms, fat flabby breasts, fleshy tummy, lush backside. All yielding to the sagging demands of gravity and age. Yet it gave me a tingle to be touched by Daniel.

"Oh, Daniel! It really gives me a lift when you seem so pleased to see me," I smiled. "How's it going?"

"Rather well, I think," said Daniel, still caressing my upper arm. "Come, sit with me. There's a cozy spot in the corner."

He pointed to an old love seat on the opposite side of the green room from the rest of the sofas.

"I suppose I ought to be getting home to John," I said.

"You can spare me a couple of minutes, surely?" said Daniel, guiding me to the love seat. I waved at Nicole as we sat. She was crossing the room, likely heading to the toilets. She waved back with a smile.

"What does John get up to when you're here?" asked Daniel, laying an arm along the back of the love seat, more or less resting it on my shoulders.

"Reading, mostly," I said. "Occasionally something on television."

"Then you get home and it's all snuggles and cuddles for your two, I expect!" grinned Daniel.

"Oh, not so much these days. We're old folks, Daniel. Not up for much," I laughed.

"That's hard to believe," said Daniel. "If I had you all to myself there's certainly be snuggles and cuddles."

"Silly man!" I laughed, patting him on the leg and leaving my hand resting on his thigh. "I'm old enough to be your mother. It's my Nicole you should flirt with."

"More age-appropriate, I suppose, but it's you, Joyce, that I find so alluring and attractive," said Daniel, speaking softly and leaning into me.

"You flatter me so! I enjoy that, Daniel," I smiled, speaking softly in reply.

"Were you to move your hand higher up my leg you'd feel how I feel about you," Daniel whispered in my ear.

"Daniel! You naughty man!" I blushed and pulled my hand from his leg, clasping both my hands together in my lap.

"I thought you liked the flattery, Joyce," he said. "I thought you liked me."

"I do, Daniel. I like the flattery and I like you," I said. "I was just... surprised... at how forward you were."

"Forward because I honestly find you so physically arousing?" he grinned.

"You're very naughty, Daniel. And I don't believe you," I said.

"And I was offering physical proof, evidence of my arousal," sighed Daniel. "I'd better get ready to go on."

"And I'd better head home," I said.

We rose at the same time. Daniel embraced me and one of his hands "accidentally" squeezed my bottom.

"You're a treat, Joyce," he said.

"I'm happy you find me tasty," I blushed, surprising myself with such flirty talk.

"Bold, Joyce!" giggled Daniel. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips... he'd never done that before. We were both off in separate directions.

I found Nicole before I left the theater.

"I'm heading home, love," I said, giving her a hug. "Have a good evening."

"Love to Dad," she said. "Oh, you and Daniel seemed even friendlier than usual."

"He's a silly flatterer, is Daniel," I said.

"I think he's really into you, Mum. Really into you. He asks me about you all the time!" said Nicole. "Honest flattery! Lucky you." She smiled and waved as I headed for the back door.

It's only a ten-minute drive from the theater to my home. I couldn't stop thinking about his invitation to feel... oh, the proof of his arousal. What a naughty man! He'd left me feeling quite excited and special.

John was already in bed, reading a book, when I found him.

"How was it this evening?" he asked.

I was undressing at the foot of our bed, nightgown at the ready, clothes being hung up or put in our laundry hamper.

"All went well. The show seems in great shape. And Nicole sends her love," I said.

"That's lovely," said John.

"Oh, and my friend Daniel... he's in the cast. I've mentioned him before..."

"Yes," said John. "The young man who acts interested in you."

"Well, he was friendly and flattering, as usual. And quite forward, this evening," I said, blushing. I didn't keep secrets from John. And I wondered whether having another man, a younger man, expressing interest in me might inspire my husband's ardor. I was feeling rather sexy.

John put down his book. "How so?" he asked.

I was naked and had yet to unfold my nightgown to pull over my head.

"He said I was attractive and alluring... and physically arousing, if you can believe it!" I smiled.

"But you're too fat!" protested my husband. "I love you, Joyce, but you're not a slim, young beauty anymore."

"Well, I don't know about ... " I began, feeling crestfallen.

"Your breasts are too big, so they sag too much. And your bottom is frighteningly vast, my love. Oh, and having so much pubic hair isn't so popular these days," said John.

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"Men know these things," he shrugged. "But I do love you, my darling Joyce."

I felt annoyed and sad. Here I was being flattered by a younger man, and my husband was busily listing my physical flaws.

"Well, I told Daniel he was just being silly. And he suggested that if I were to slide my hand up his leg, I'd find proof of his arousal. I was so surprised!"

"You think he's really interested in you? In you? That way?" asked John, wide-eyed.

"I don't know. I'm old enough to be his mother! You're right, I'm not some cute young thing. But Nicole thinks he's really into me, too. I think he'd like to ... do things, sex things, with me! What should I do, John?"

"Join me on the bed, dear," said John.

"Let me just get my nightgown," I said.

"No, Joyce. I want you naked with me on the bed," said John. He was pulling off his pajamas.

"OK, love," I said, joining my husband, now naked himself, on the bed. I noticed his penis was getting hard.

"Are we going to have sex?" I asked. Passion for us old folks wasn't that frequent an occurrence, although I, myself, was feeling pretty sexy this evening.

"Yes, Joyce," said John. "Yes, please."

I took his penis in my hand and rubbed his erection as it grew harder.

"Is it what you're reading? Or did my telling you about Daniel inspire you?" I asked.

"I gather this Daniel is a good-looking fellow, and young," said John.

"He's 40, if you call that young," I said.

"Same age, more or less, as our Nicole," nodded John.

"And I'd say he's very good-looking," I said.

"Get on top of me and help me inside you," said John. "Are you wet enough?"

"Yes, John, I'm wet enough," I laughed. "In fact, I'm quite wet, down there."

"So, you're excited, too," said John. "I haven't been so excited in years, Joyce!"

I straddled my husband and guided his now rock-hard erection into my vagina. "Oh, darling! It's glorious to feel you inside me!"

"Fuck me, Joyce! Take me in deep," groaned John. "And kiss me!"

I kissed him and rubbed my breasts against him as we moved in rhythm together. My husband put his hands on my big bottom and kneaded my flesh.

"I love you, Joyce," he grunted, pumping fast and hard. "And I love thinking about another man desiring you, wanting to get at your wet, hairy cunt!"

"My cunt!" I gasped.

"My hard cock in your wet, hairy cunt!" he gasped.

"Your cock!" I gasped. We didn't use words like this.

Our intercourse was fast, vigorous, and almost violent in its intensity. I recall nothing similar since our wedding night! And, unusually, we climaxed together, during the act, with no need for any other extra stimulation.

In one another's arms after we'd come down from our sexual high, I said, "That was very special, John. Thank you."

"I suppose we should thank your friend Daniel," said John. "The idea of having another man, a young, handsome man, hot for my wife got me very excited."

"Isn't that crazy?" I said, pleased that I'd shared my experience with Daniel. "It got me very excited, too. I'm sure we'll sleep well tonight, darling."

"When will you see him again?" asked John.

"I don't know," I said. "Unless they need me at the theater for something."

"I hope they do, soon," said John. "And, when you do see him, encourage him."

"Encourage him?" I asked.

"About how much you like him, maybe how much you want him. Then come home and tell me about it... details... I want to make love with you like this again soon!"

"Me, too, darling," I said. I was not only feeling sexually satisfied, but thrilled at the prospect of flirting more with Daniel, and with my husband's encouragement and permission!

My opportunity came surprisingly soon. Nicole called me about 7:30, only a few days into the run of "Camelot."

"Mum! I told them you could get here fast. We have a costume emergency that needs fixing before curtain!"

"I'm on my way," I said.

"They need me at the theater, John!" I called into the living room as I grabbed my to-go sewing kit and sweater. "I'll be back as soon as I can!"

"Wonderful!" called John in response. "I'll be in bed, ready and waiting!"

Well, that was sort of a wild reply, I thought as I drove away from the house. I guess he hoped I'd see Daniel with enough time to flirt. And I could expect some rigorous lovemaking when I got home.

Only fifteen minutes to curtain when I arrived at the theater. And it was Daniel who needed the wardrobe help.

"Oh, Joyce! Great! I know you can take care of me properly," he said. His tunic had caught in a hidden zipper and split. Cast members were already deploying themselves ready to go. I caught Nicole's eye, too far away to hug, but we blew kisses to one another.

"I'm here to help!" I said. "Do you have time to change?"

"Not really, not with this damn zipper... can you stitch me up in place? Then do a more complete repair after the show?"

"Let's see what you've got," I said, kneeling in front of him. We were alone in the green room.

There was a ragged tear in the front of his tunic. And in a sensitive location, right by his crotch. I got out a needle and appropriate-color thread and set to stitching.

"I never thought I'd have you kneeling before me like this, Joyce," said Daniel. "The view of you from above is lovely."

I took off my sweater. I was feeling warm.

"And now I'm getting a fine overhead view of your chest and some cleavage!" laughed Daniel.

"I told my husband about how you flirted with me and he got quite excited," I said, working away.

"Excited good or excited bad?" asked Daniel.

"Good. After I told him how attractive you said I was, we had rather nice intimacy," I smiled.

"Ooh! Be careful there," said Daniel. "I'm afraid there's... a bit of a bulge."

My fingers had encountered something firm inside Daniel's costume. Something firm at his crotch.

"Oh, dear. I'll be careful," I said, blushing.

"With you so close, there's nothing I could do to... stop it growing," said Daniel.

"Oh, Daniel!" I sighed, being careful to let my hands brush against his firmness rather more than necessary.

"How are you doing? I wish we had more time. I'd ask you to give me a bit of a squeeze," he said.

"Just about done," I said. "There. I'm going to stand up, so, if you want another quick look down my top, now's the time." Goodness, but I was being forward!

Daniel helped me to my feet, holding both my hands. "Thank you, Joyce. You're perfection!"

He kissed me on the lips and hugged me, then put both his hands on my bottom and gave me a very purposeful squeeze. He sighed.

"See you soon, I hope. Tell your husband hello from this ardent admirer!"

And he was off, just as the overture ended. And I was off home feeling quite chuffed.

John, as promised, was already in bed, and naked, when I got to him.

"Tell me everything!" he begged, eyes bright. "Did you see Daniel?"

"I did," I said.

"Tell me!"

I took off my clothes and stood at the end of the bed, sort of posing for my husband.

"He likes my breasts, he said, and I encouraged him to look down my cleavage, because I was kneeling in front of him, repairing a tear in his tunic. Right by his crotch, where I encountered something firm inside his costume. He said he couldn't help it getting hard, with me so close. I think he really enjoyed peeking at my breasts."

"Oh, Joyce! How exciting!" said John. He was already masturbating himself.

"He said he wished we had more time, so I could give his... firmness... a good squeeze."

"Next time you must!" said John, panting. At this rate, he was going to climax before we'd even begun intercourse.

I crawled up the bed towards him. "Daniel kissed me on the lips and gave my bottom an unambiguous squeeze before he had to go on."

"He really wants you!" groaned John. "Oh, I'm getting close, Joyce!"

Above my husband's crotch now, I took him in my mouth and he removed his hand from his hard penis.

"That's it! Suck my hard cock, love! Swallow my cum!"

That's what I did, as I fingered my wet pussy. Once John had properly spurted into my mouth and down my throat, he wasted no time getting between my legs to lick me to climax. I confess, I thought about Daniel as John licked and sucked me. I thought about Daniel doing things to my wet hairy cunt (as my husband now called it), using fingers, tongue, and penis.

Relaxing in bed together after, John asked, "Do you think anything more might happen?"

"What are you asking of me, John?" I said. "Are you hoping suggestive flirting might turn into a real physical relationship? Between your fat old wife and the handsome young actor?"

"That sounds ridiculous, I know," sighed my husband. "But we've been married for almost 50 years. Nothing has excited me like this situation in all that time. I know it's strange."

"I feel the same way, John," I sighed. "I love you as much as ever, but my thoughts about sex since we started this are out of control."

"Do you like thinking about Daniel?" asked John. "Oh, my! I'm already getting hard again. The idea of you with Daniel is so arousing, Joyce."

"I think about him all the time," I said. "And it makes me want you more than ever. If you're getting hard again, I need you inside me."

"Oh, darling! On top of me?"

I mounted my husband. He was sporting an erection already! That had never happened before, even on our wedding night (my closest comparison of sexiness).

"Are you imagining I'm Daniel?" sighed John. "Right now?"

"I know it's you, darling," I said. "And you feel so wonderful inside me ... so, so wonderful."

"But are you imagining yourself on top of Daniel, fucking?" asked John. "That wouldn't be surprising, and ... dear Joyce ... I don't mind. I'm excited that this young man might be hard inside my beautiful wife! Am I a bad husband?"

"I love you being inside me, John," I said. "And anything that makes that better for us and more frequent is good by me."

"Imagining Daniel? Please do, I am," groaned John.

"Yes, dear, I'm imagining Daniel's young hard cock inside your wife's wet pussy."

"Oh, God! I'm going to cum again!" sighed John. "This is a miracle!"

"What if something happened with Daniel in real life?" I grunted, humping my husband.

"I want him to want you! I want him to fuck you, to fuck my wife!"

"I want that, too!" I cried.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby! I'm cumming!"

I fell forward onto my husband and we kissed passionately. Our lovemaking was a wonderful gift, and I wondered how I could keep things up with Daniel.

So, I did some research online. My research confirmed that some men are aroused by older women, as Daniel appeared to be. Some men find arousal in cuckolding, in their wives' infidelity--just as John evidently did.

John and I continued to have wonderful sex, always involving talk about me with Daniel. John and I were more lively together, happier, and our daughter, Nicole noticed.

I'd begun stopping by the theater before curtain on at least one evening each weekend (it was a four-week run). I said I was there "just in case" any costume catastrophes arose. I was really there for some quick naughtiness with Daniel, to fuel the sexual fires, for me and Daniel, and for me at home with John.

Typically, Daniel expressed delight at seeing me, then he would guide me to some dark, lonely corner of the theater building.

"You look so lovely this evening, Joyce," he might say.

"You always say the nicest things to me!"

"Are you and John still enjoying pleasurable intimacies?"

"We are, and he still really enjoys hearing how much you appreciate me."

"I'm happy to help!"

"Daniel! It's very naughty of you to touch me like that!" (he always gave my bottom a squeeze, and the last time he came up behind me and put his hands on my breasts! He squeezed my breasts! I loved that.)

"I can't keep my hands off you, Joyce. You are the sexiest creature!"

And like that. That recent time, when Daniel put his hands on my breasts, Nicole caught us canoodling. She texted me later that evening, asking me out for coffee the next day. I guessed I'd have some explaining to do.

"What are you looking at?" asked John, naked on our bed. As usual, I was standing naked at the foot of the bed, but looking at my phone and Nicole's text.

"Nicole's asking me to meet her for coffee tomorrow."

"I'm meeting Jerry tomorrow morning, so I can't join you."

Good thing, I thought, if the conversation was going to go the way I expected.

"Did you see Daniel this evening, my love?" John was so eager.

"He caught me in a dark corner, told me I was the sexiest creature, and he put his hands on my breasts. I let him. I wanted him to," I said, putting my own hands on my naked breasts and kneading them.

"Oh, God! May I take you from behind tonight?"

"Please, lover," I said, joining him on the bed. With me on all fours, John could not only enter me, but he could fondle my fat hanging breasts. He was quickly doing both.

"This is what that Daniel wants!" grunted my husband, pounding in and out of me. "I never thought I'd want you so much, Joyce!"

Well, that sounded strange, but I agreed. He certainly wanted me more than ever, and in more different ways.

After we were both sated, side by side in bed. I kept hold of his softening penis with my hand, caressing my wonderful husband.

"Do you think Daniel wants more?" he asked.

"You mean, does he want to do more than just flirt outrageously?" I asked.

"What do you think?" asked John.

"I think that might be too much for me. I've never been a loose woman. You're the only man I've ever been with," I said. "I can just about manage the flirting and fantasies."

"Well, if he wanted to, and you were willing, I'd like that," said John.

"You'd like me to be with another man?" I said.

"This other man, if you were willing," said John. "I want that for us. I get so aroused thinking about it. You and Daniel, making love."

"Oh, John! I don't think I should!" I sighed.

"Aren't you attracted to Daniel?" he asked.

"Oh, well, yes, yes I find Daniel attractive," I said.

"In a sexual way?" asked John.

"You know I do," I said. "We talk about it in bed. I think about him, and sex with you, all the time!"

"Just think about it, Joyce," said John. "And keep an open mind, knowing it would really excite me, sharing you with a younger man ... a man who finds my wife so sexy."

"Which is so hard to believe! I'm a fat old lady!" I said.

"My very sexy fat old lady," laughed my husband.

The next morning, I met Nicole at her favorite independent coffee shop. She was there before me and had coffee and muffins waiting. She rose when she saw me. We hugged and sat.

"What a lovely start to the day!" I said. "I'm surprised you don't need to be at work."

"I took the morning off so we could talk," said Nicole.

"Well, thank you, dear," I smiled. "Anything particular on your mind?"

"I'm cutting right to the chase, Mum," said Nicole. "Talk to me about Daniel. What's going on there?"

"Well, we've become quite good friends," I said, sipping my coffee.

"I'll say!" laughed my daughter, but it was a sarcastic laugh. "You look like lovers sometimes."

"Daniel is very flirty and suggestive," I blushed. "I'm so surprised that he seems so interested in a fat old lady old enough to be his mother!"

"Don't put yourself down, Mum," said Nicole. "You're a lovely mature woman."

"But hardly a beauty," I said. "And Daniel is so young and handsome ... your father and I wonder at his interest in me."

"So, Dad knows about Daniel ... how he flirts with you?"

"I tell your father everything, Nicole," I said. "We've no secrets."

"And what does he think about it, your relationship with this younger man ... I'm not saying it isn't all just innocent play, of course."

"Of course, dear," I said. "Well, just between you and me, Nicole, your father finds it all quite interesting ... exciting."

"He knows about you and Daniel and doesn't mind?" asked Nicole, surprised.

"He wants me to let Daniel flirt with me, then he wants me to come home and tell him about it," I said with a shrug. "We enjoy talking about it."

"You and Dad seem brighter, happier, and more lively than you were," mused Nicole. "Do you and Dad still have sex?"

"Nicole!" I gasped.

"Oops. Is it a secret, Mum?"

"Oh, darling! I'm sorry. I was just surprised. This sort of takes our mother-daughter relationship to a new level."

"Mum? Do you know I'm a lesbian? We've never talked about it," blushed Nicole.

A moment of surprise overcame me. This is how my daughter was "coming out?" But it made sense ... no men in her life, only various girl friends.

"Dad knows because he asked me directly once," said Nicole. "I guess I thought he'd tell you."

"There's a secret he kept, I guess. I'll be talking ... gently ... to him about it," I said. "Oh, honey! As long as you're happy, I don't mind who you have in your bed."

"Thanks, Mum. You and Dad have always been so supportive and open-minded. I didn't think you'd freak out or anything."

"I love you, Nicole. We love you," I smiled. "Thanks for sharing that."

"Mother-daughter relationship at a new level, and I still want to know if you and Dad have a good sex life."

"Despite our advanced age?" I asked.

"Despite your advanced age ... I just figured it might explain your new liveliness ... you both actually seem more eager and younger," said Nicole, reaching out to hold my hand.

"OK, yes. We have a good sex life. More now than a few months ago, which is why you noticed a change in us, I expect. And it's all because of Daniel!"

"How is that possible?" asked Nicole.

"Honey? It turns out that your father is excited because a handsome younger man might be interested in ordinary old me. Our sex life got busier, and so much better, when Daniel began flirting with me and I'd tell your father about it."

"Dad got lusty hearing about Daniel flirting with you?" asked Nicole.

"I did a little research online," I said. "Some men like older women, and some men like the idea of sharing their women with other men."

"I get that, actually," nodded Nicole. "I just never thought about you and Dad that way. So, now what?"

"I don't know! I let out a sigh. I'm clueless about what comes next and what to do. Your father says "anything goes," and we have great sex. He gets aroused because Daniel wants me, that we could make love. But I'm just an old lady ... "

"Stop with the old lady stuff, Mum," said Nicole. "Here's something I know: Daniel wants you to go out for a drink after our final Friday show this week. He wanted me to ask you. Can I give him your mobile phone number so I don't have to become a go-between?"

"Of course!" I said. "Friday night?"

"Give me your phone," she held out her hand, and punched in a number after checking her own phone. "There. Daniel's number's in your phone now, so you'll know it's him if he calls or texts."

"Oh, thank you," I said. "Do I need to worry about anything?"

"What? Like if he sexts you? Sends you a dick-pic?"

"Oh, my God!"

"That will not happen, Mum," laughed Nicole, shaking her head. "Daniel's not like that at all."

"Seems like you're taking care of me," I smiled at my daughter.

"Always, Mum," said Nicole. "Shall I tell Daniel "yes" for drinks Friday night? Will Dad join you?"

"I ... I think not, but I'll talk to your father about it. You can tell Daniel I'll see him Friday night. He can text me about where and when."

"Good talk, Mum!" said Nicole. And we moved on to other subjects until our coffee and muffins were gone, and we were up and away ourselves.

At home, I talked with Jim about Nicole. He apologized for keeping her sexual-orientation from me. He explained he thought that was her secret to reveal. I wasn't upset with him about it, but it was nice to have that awareness shared. I also talked with him about meeting Daniel for a drink ... the next night! Which got John really aroused. We had intercourse, and he woke me a few hours later to do it again! He said he'd been dreaming about me with Daniel. Our lovemaking was so wonderful. Such a nice later-in-life gift.

On Friday, I had to work diligently to avoid anxiety. John and I were both excited about the evening to come. Indeed, John was so excited that we took a mid-afternoon break for me to take his hard penis in my mouth. That this might be an "appetizer" almost made me giggle.

We had a cold supper and at 7:00 PM I got a text from Nicole: "All good. He's very excited! This is crazy." I read it out to John, and he laughed.

"I'm happy Nicole's got your back!" he smiled.

A few minutes later another text, this one from Daniel: "McCarthy's Pub. 11pm. Look for Heather."

"Heather?" asked John.

"I've no idea," I said. "I might go a bit early to check things out ... OK?"

"Absolutely OK," said John. "Just call if you need me."

"I always need you, dear," I said.

"Yes, yes. But if you need specific help, call."

"I'm sure everything will be fine. Just a quick drink together to settle Daniel's adrenaline after the show. I expect I'll be home in short order."

"Don't rush it! Just stay in touch. And let me know who Heather is," said John.

We tried to remain calm. John read the paper, again. I pretended to read a mystery novel. At 10:00 I decided to wait at the pub. John gave me a lingering hug, a passionate kiss, and a pat on the bum as I left.

I was wearing a dark skirt that came to just below my knees. No hose. Sensible flat shoes ... a pair that Nicole had called "pretty and sporty." My colorful flowered blouse had pretty shell buttons and a lower neckline than I usually wore. John said the blouse was "pretty" and "sexy." A light sweater completed my ensemble.

At the pub I could park close in, which made me feel safe, in case a quick escape was required. Inside there were people sitting at the bar, and several tables with customers. A woman sat alone in a dark corner booth with an open bottle of white wine and several glasses. She looked up hopefully when I came in, so I stepped over to where she was sitting.

"Heather?" I asked.

"That's me!" she said, brightly, standing up. She was short and trim, almost elfin, with short cropped dark hair. I thought she was quite pretty. She was wearing black leggings and an oversized black shirt. She looked rather artsy.

"You must be Joyce," she said, giving me a hug. "And you came early! I was hoping you might. I was feeling anxious, so I just thought I'd get started. I have wine!"

"I was feeling anxious, too," I said, sitting down in the booth opposite Heather. "Silly."

"Not silly," Heather shook her pretty head. "New situations, new friends ... being anxious is natural."

"Daniel didn't explain who you were, so all I know is your name, Heather," I said.

"I'm his wife," she smiled. My heart sank.

"Very nice to meet you," I said, more stiffly than I meant to.

"But don't worry. I know everything," smiled Heather. "Daniel and I have no secrets."

"Neither do I, with my husband, John," I said. "Speaking of John, I promised to let him know when I got here." I pulled out my phone.

"Go ahead," said Heather.

I texted to my husband: "Heather is his wife. She seems very nice." Then I put my phone away in my purse.

"May I pour you a glass of wine?" asked Heather. "I think it's rather a nice bottle."

"Please," I said.

We both sipped wine for a moment and I made an appreciative "mmm" sound.

"Daniel's told me so much about you," said Heather. "He really, really likes you."

"I like him, too," I said. "He's very flirty with me ... is he normally that way?"

"Not at all," said Heather. "He's that way with you because he's so attracted to you."

"And that's so crazy!" I said "I'm a fat mature lady, old enough to be his mother."

Heather laughed. "I've been referring to you as his stage mother."

"That's how I referred to myself when Nicole, my daughter, was in youth theater," I smiled.

"I've met Nicole. She's just lovely," said Heather. "Really lovely."

"So, Daniel likes motherly friends in the theater?" I asked.

"Not exactly. He likes older women ... he and I talk about that often. And he likes you, a lot."

"Now I feel self-conscious that he's been flirting with me. I didn't know he was married," I said, blushing.

"Don't worry, Joyce! Daniel told me all about it. We enjoy thinking about you, together."

That was a little suggestive, I thought. But Heather seemed happy and friendly.

"John, my husband, and I enjoy thinking about Daniel, too," I risked.

"I'm happy to hear that. From what Daniel says, I thought your man sounded nice and supportive," said Heather.

"He is, he is," I nodded. "And I really tell him everything."

"And he doesn't mind ... hearing about the flirting with a much younger man?" asked Heather.

"He likes it! You could have knocked me over with a feather," I laughed.

"I like hearing about it, too," said Heather. "Seems like we're all on the same page."

"Life's so peculiar!" I declared. "My husband gets turned on by the idea that Daniel might want me!"

"Joyce, he does want you. And that idea is a turn on for me," said Heather, topping up our glasses. "We'd better order something to eat or we'll be in the bag before Daniel gets here."

Heather went to the bar to order a selection of snacks and another bottle of wine with an ice bucket. I checked my phone. Text from John: "OMG--his wife?!" I replied with a smiley face emoji and the message: "All good. She knows everything and is happy." I put my phone away again as Heather returned to the table. She really was so cute. While a small woman, she had a lovely proportional figure, I thought. She smiled at me.

"All OK?" she asked, setting down the ice bucket and fresh bottle, as well as a couple of fresh glasses she'd wedged inside the ice bucket. "They'll bring the food out when it's ready."

"All OK," I nodded. "Just explaining to John who you are."

Heather and I happily chatted about this and that as we waited for 11:00 and Daniel. I did like Heather and told her so.

"I know I'm older, but I think we're getting along so well. I hope we can get together again soon," I said.

"I'm hoping we can be the best of friends," said Heather. "I've never known Daniel to be as happy and enthusiastic about anyone before you."

"I'm nothing special," I said. "An old lady with a big tummy, big breasts, and a big bottom!"

"Whatever you say," smiled Heather. "Whatever you've got, Daniel wants. He's always talked about older women, but pursued no one before ... before you."

"Your husband is pursuing me?" I laughed.

"Absolutely," laughed Heather. "And you're the only one. That's what makes you special, to me."

And just like that, it was 11:00 and Daniel came in the pub door, along with my daughter Nicole. Heather and I stood to greet them.

"Mum! Heather!" cried Nicole, giving me a quick hug and Heather a much more lingering embrace. Daniel hugged me, then hugged his wife.

"Let's sit," said Heather. "We have food and wine ready." She scooted into the booth. Nicole sat on one side of Heather. I ended up on Heather's other side, and Daniel sat next to me.

"How was the show?" I asked.

"Great!" said Daniel. "I think it was our best performance yet."

"Standing ovation from a full house," added Nicole.

"That's wonderful!" said Heather. Nicole tousled Heather's short hair and received a quick kiss on the lips in return. I guess they knew one another. Daniel put a hand on my thigh under the table and squeezed. I did the same to his thigh, and he scooted closer so that we were in direct contact from our hips south.

Nicole, closest to the wine, poured us each a goodly glassful, and we toasted the success of "Camelot."

As we sat chatting, sipping, and noshing, we snuggled together until hip to hip in the back of the booth. Heather gave my thigh a squeeze and smiled at me as Nicole rested her head on Heather's shoulder, laughing at a joke. Daniel had a hand under my skirt, rather high up. I leaned over and whispered in Heather's ear.

"Your husband has his hand under my skirt."

"Good!" she said.

We enjoyed our wine and nibbles. General chatter was mostly about the show Daniel and Nicole were in, and on which I was helping. It turned out that Heather assisted with the "Camelot" publicity. So, we were all in!

"Let's go back to our place," said Heather.

We all trooped out to our cars. I got a ride with Nicole, who apparently had been to Daniel and Heather's house before.

"I gave Daniel a lift to the theater this evening. He'll ride home with Heather. And we'll pick you car up later, Mum."

"Thank you, Nicole," I said. "You and I have never really been out together except for family things, have we?"

"Not as adults," said my daughter. "Are you enjoying yourself? I am."

"I am," I said. "I better text your father. You focus on the road!"

"Thanks for the tip, Mum," laughed Nicole.

My text to John: "Hi, Honey. I'm with Nicole. We're going to stop by Daniel and Heather's for a bit. I know it's so late!"

John's reply to me: "Take your time. Love to Nicole. Get Daniel to touch you! Remember my fishing trip. XXX"

"I almost forgot your father's week of fishing," I said.

"When's he going?" asked Nicole.

"Tomorrow morning ... Oh, we shouldn't stay too long. I need to get home to your dad."

"You call it, Mum," said Nicole, as we pulled into a driveway behind Heather's car. Daniel and Heather had already got inside.

"I'm hitting the tub," said Daniel.

"I'm hitting the sofa," said Heather.

"I'm with you," said Nicole.

Heather and Nicole collapsed onto the sofa together. Daniel put an arm around me.

"Come on out back, Joyce," he said.

John will like this, I thought. Alone with Daniel, something interesting might happen.

The back patio was dark, with the only light falling from the house windows.

"I always take a tub after a show. It relaxes me," he said, lifting the cover off the spa tub.

"I haven't been in a hot tub in at least thirty years!" I said.

Right then and there, Daniel stripped himself naked and stepped over the side and into the tub.

"Ah, lovely!" he said. "Join me, if you like, Joyce. Or have a seat and we'll talk."

Well. What did I have to report back to John? Daniel got naked, and I saw almost nothing because of the dark. I could sit on the deck and chat with the naked man in the hot tub. That didn't sound like much. "Get Daniel to touch you!" John had texted. What to do?

"I don't have a swimsuit," I said.

"And I'm not wearing one," said Daniel.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable going without," I said. "Maybe just my underwear?"

"Fine with me, Joyce," said Daniel. "Anything to get you in the tub with me!"

Happy that I'd worn a nice bra and panty set, nothing too sexy, but I was still self-conscious, even in the deep dark of the patio. I undressed carefully and climbed into the tub in my underwear.

"So warm!" I gasped.

"That's rather the point," said Daniel. "Sit down and I'll start the jets."

"I mustn't stay out too long tonight," I said. "John's leaving early tomorrow for his annual fishing trip."

"How long will he be gone?" asked Daniel.

"Ten days," I said. "I have to think about what to do on my own, with the show ending tomorrow."

"I'll bet we can think of a few things," said Daniel.

"You're very nice to me," I said.

"I adore you, Joyce," said Daniel.

"And I think Heather is lovely ... I want us to be best friends! I know, I'm too old."

"Heather already loves you," said Daniel. "And, please, stop this talk about being too old. It doesn't suit you. Speaking of suits, how's your underwear doing in the tub?"

Daniel's toes were toying with mine. Footsie in the hot tub, I thought. I remembered the tubs of my younger days. John and I never used to wear swimsuits when hot tubbing with friends at their homes.

"I never used to wear a swimsuit ... you know, for times like this," I said.

"Then why are you wearing anything now?" asked Daniel, rubbing my calf with his foot.

Why indeed? Because I was a fat old lady infatuated with a much younger man who all evidence suggested was really into me ... And John, my husband who wanted me to report back on my adventures. What would John want me to do?

"I'm taking them off," I said, more bravely than I felt.

"Lovely," said Daniel.

I unfastened my bra and slid it off. Then off came my panties. With only my head and shoulders above water, it wasn't really revealing. I dropped my soggy undies over the side of the tub and onto the patio.

"I'm naked in your hot tub," I said. "We're naked in your hot tub. John will be so excited."

"Nicely stating the obvious, Joyce," laughed Daniel. He ran his foot up my calf and along my thigh. I pulled my legs tight together, but not before his toes had tickled against my pubic hair. I'm really quite wooly down there.

"I feel hair!" laughed Daniel.

"I'm rather hairy, down there," I blushed ... not that he could see that. "Is that OK? John says its not very popular these days."

"Very OK, for me," said Daniel. "Doesn't John enjoy your hairy pussy?"

"Daniel!" I gasped. "My ... hairy pussy? My goodness!"

"Doesn't he enjoy it?" asked Daniel again.

"I suppose he does," I said. Although I'd never asked him if he did.

"Good man," said Daniel.

He stretched his legs out alongside mine. I did the same, so we were both sitting with our feet against one another's hips, sitting on opposite sides of the tub.

"You're a fantastic woman, Joyce," said Daniel.

"Thank you, Daniel," I said. "I think you're pretty great yourself."

Daniel shifted onto his hip so that my foot came into direct contact with his erect penis.

"Oh, my!" I gasped.

"As I told you, proof positive that you arouse me," said Daniel.

"I really ought to be getting home ... " I said.

"Don't panic," said Daniel. "I'm not pushing you to do anything now."

"Thank you, but I should get home, I think," I said. Did I want more with Daniel? Yes, but I was still anxious about it.

"Will you come back for the cast party tomorrow evening after the show? It'll be here, at our place," said Daniel. "Promise you'll come? You won't have so much pressure to leave early if your John's off fishing."

"That's true. John will be away," I said. "I promise to attend the cast party."

"And don't be in a hurry to leave!" said Daniel.

"And I won't be in a hurry to leave," I said. "No, please, Daniel. Help me out of the tub."

"There are towels on that chair to dry off when we get out," said Daniel, rising and exiting the tub. I couldn't take my eyes off his erect penis, which I could see, even in the darkness, when it was so close to me.

Helping me out of the tub gave Daniel a chance to touch my bottom and even my breasts. Casual touches, but, nonetheless, contact with my nakedness. Touches that lingered a little, and I liked that. I was careful to "accidentally" contact Daniel's hard penis. I liked that, too.

We both began drying ourselves. "I've got no dry underwear," I sighed. "I'll have to go without."

"Always fine by me!" laughed Daniel.

We got dressed and went into the house to find Nicole to take me back to my car. We found her and Heather in a passionate embrace on the sofa where we had left them. Heather had pushed Nicole's sweatshirt up, exposing her surprisingly large breasts with jutting nipples, and was fondling and tweaking them. Nicole's hand was inside Heather's unzipped trousers.

"Nicole?" I said. "Sorry to interrupt, but I need to get home to Dad."

Daniel laughed. Nicole and Heather broke off their kiss. Nicole removed her hand from Heather's trousers and pulled down her sweatshirt.

"OK, Mum," she said, rising. Heather grinned at me.

"I'm coming to the cast party tomorrow after the show," I said. "I expect you're coming, too, Nicole?"

"Yes, Mum," she said, fishing keys from her purse.

"Great!" said Heather. "You could carpool to help parking."

"Joyce promised she won't be in a hurry to leave," said Daniel.

"Well then, we can certainly carpool," said my daughter. "Good night, dears! Thank you for a nice evening."

"Yes, thank you, thank you," I added.

"It was lovely, if too short," said Heather.

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow!" said Daniel.

Nicole and I gave hugs to both Daniel and Heather and headed out to Nicole's car.

"It would be quicker if I took you straight home, Mum," said Nicole. "We can pick up your car in the morning ... maybe Dad can drop you off on his way out of town."

"I think it will be safe where it is," I said. "And I'm sure Dad can drop me at my car in the morning. Thank you, dear."

The drive home wasn't long. But for the first five of the fifteen minutes, we didn't say anything. Then ...

"You and Heather are very friendly," I said.

"You think?" said Nicole. "We've sort of been building up to it."

"But she's married to Daniel," I said. "No judgement, just an interested observation."

"Heather's bisexual, Mum," said my daughter. "She told me she and Daniel don't play the field at all, though. This "all in the family" thing, with me and you, is exactly what they hoped for."

"Oh, my," I said. "You have ... lovely breasts, Nicole. And appealing nipples. I couldn't help but notice. You're a very sexy woman."

"Says my mother! It s feeling more like we're girlfriends rather than mother and daughter," said Nicole. "Interestingly, Heather is interested in you, too. She mentioned she likes your breasts."

"I like us being girlfriends," I said, feeling self-conscious.

"Me, too," said my daughter.

"Daniel really does seem to like my breasts," I said, blushing.

"They look big, too. Maybe I'll get a look sometime," said Nicole.

"Of course," I said. My lesbian daughter wanted to see my breasts?

"After all," said Nicole. "You like mine."

"Well, yes," I laughed. I never thought I might like my adult daughter looking at my breasts. Life's full of surprises.

"About carpooling? What if I want to stay really late, maybe overnight tomorrow?" asked Nicole. "Would you rather drive yourself?"

"I'd like to stick with you, dear, if we can," I said. "That feels right, to me."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Mum, since Dad's into your doing this," said Nicole.

"Let's carpool, and I'll come prepared to stay as long as you want to," I said.

"Good," said Nicole. "It feels funny to be sort of double-dating with my mother."

"I like it, girlfriend," I said, feeling very close to my daughter.

"I like it, too," she said. And when we got to the house she gave me a kiss on the lips before I got out of the car. She hadn't done that since she was a girl.

I let myself into the house and went straight to our bedroom, where John was eagerly waiting.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Fine. I came away as soon as I could. I know you have an early start tomorrow ... well, today, now, I suppose. Nicole gave me a ride home. Can you drop me at McCarthy's Pub tomorrow morning on your way out of town? My car is in their lot.

"Yes, yes, yes!" said John. "Did anything happen? Did you get Daniel to touch you?"

I undressed, which was quick, without underwear ... which I realized I'd left on Daniel's patio.

"No underwear? Did you not wear any this evening?" asked John, already masturbating.

"I wore it into the hot tub, so it got wet, but then I took it off," I said, standing naked at the foot of the bed.

"You took it off?"

"Daniel and I were naked together in the hot tub!" I cried. "I never imagined such a thing!"

"Oh, Joyce, darling, that's so exciting!" said John. "Come, get on top of me and let's make love."

I got on the bed and mounted my husband, whose penis seemed absurdly rigid. He really did find all this enormously arousing.

"We did nothing, but my foot touched Daniel's erect penis in the hot tub!" I sighed.

"Oh, God! That's so hot!" gasped John.

"And he had to help me out of the tub," I said. "Doing that, he touched my naked bottom and breasts. Oh, and his toes touched my hair down there, in the tub, and he commented about my wooliness ... you do like all my hair, don't you, John?"

"I love it, dear," grunted John, working hard at our intercourse. "Did ... Daniel ... seem in favor?"

"He did," I groaned. "His penis was certainly hard. He says he adores everything about me!"

"I'm going to miss this while we're apart!" said my husband, mauling my fat breasts as we got closer to orgasm. "I love you, Joyce. And I love what you're doing with Daniel! Crazy!"

"There's a cast party tomorrow evening. Nicole's taking me," I sighed. I thought about telling John about Nicole's breasts, but decided to wait.

"Good! She'll be there for you while I'm away," said John. "Oh, Joyce, my love, I'm cumming!"

My husband climaxed, and we cuddled for a few minutes.

"I'd better get to sleep," he said. "Only a few hours before I have to go."

"I'll get ready for bed," I said, rising and walking naked to the bathroom, where I fingered myself to orgasm thinking about my husband's very hard penis, Daniel's hard penis, and Nicole making out with Heather, the interest we'd expressed in one another's breasts. What a sexy evening!

By 7:00 AM Saturday morning, John had packed and was ready. Already feeling in need of a nap, I got myself together, and we drove to McCarthy's Pub.

"Nicole and I thought we'd take a few necessities with us, in case the cast party is really late or wild. Daniel and Heather would let us crash there, I'm sure."

"You might spend the night! But I won't be here!" said John.

"You'll just have to imagine things, I guess," I said with a laugh. "I'll miss you, darling. Have a great time and say hello to the guys for me." John was rendezvousing with a group of old friends who had made this fishing outing every year.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do, my love," said my husband."

"What wouldn't you do?" I asked. "You know you're the only man I've ever done anything with."

"Ha! I think I would do anything and everything ... I have the perfect wife and the perfect life," said John.

We hugged and kissed. John made sure I got my car started, then we both drove off in opposite directions. When I got home, I immediately lay down for a nap. Up just before noon, I had some toast and coffee. Then I cleaned house and packed a small overnight bag ... just in case I thought, hopefully.

Something happening between Daniel and me excited John, even overexcited him. He'd made me promise to text him whatever happened. I was imagining him looking for private places to masturbate at the fishing camp. Daniel wanted me, apparently, in his bed. John clearly wanted me in Daniel's bed. Nicole and Heather were self-involved and seemed to hold no judgement ... although it seemed like Heather wanted me in her husband's bed, too. The only person hesitating, it seemed, was me. My self-image was of a kindly, fat old granny type of woman. Not the sort of woman who had a lover AND a husband happy about the lover. Certainly not the sexy older adult role I seemed to be playing. But I was excited about the attention being paid to me by Daniel, and the situation had certainly improved my life with John. Being in a close relationship with Daniel and Heather, that might even include my daughter, Nicole, was an exciting prospect, after so many years of same, same, same. I decided I should follow my husband's advice and be open to "anything and everything."

I had a ticket to the closing performance of "Camelot" and, since I was carpooling with a cast member who had to be at the theater early ... Nicole was picking me up at 6:00 PM. My afternoon flew by. I had a "break a leg" encouraging text from John, letting me know he'd arrived safely at the fishing camp. His text included so many love and sex emojis I had to look a few up because they were unfamiliar.

As Nicole and I were driving to the theater,

"You're a very attractive woman, Nicole," I said. "I feel silly complimenting just your breasts yesterday ... "

"Thanks, Mum," she grinned as she drove, keeping her eyes on the road.

"But, I have to say, I'm surprised how ... interested ... I am in your breasts ..."

"Mum!"

"I hadn't seen you unclothed since you were a girl," I said. "It was surprising, in a nice way, to notice."

"I must have inherited big boobs from you, Mum," said Nicole. "I expect they'll get bigger ..."

" ... and saggier!" I inserted.

"... as I get older, just like yours," laughed Nicole.

"Does Heather like large breasts?" I asked. "Large like yours ... ours?"

"She does," said Nicole.

"Yours really do look lovely," I said, blushing. "Based on the quick look I had. Of course, everything about you is lovely."

"I like you think about my breasts, Mum," said Nicole. "I've thought about yours, too."

"Oh, well, that's nice," I said.

"Wow, another conversation I never thought I'd have with my mother."

"I'm just happy we're sort-of together in this," I said. "Otherwise, I'd be too scared to do anything, despite your father's encouragement."

"Does Dad want to meet Daniel?" asked Nicole.

"I don't know," I said. "Let's ask him."

So, I texted my husband: "Do you want to meet Daniel and Heather sometime?"

His reply came quickly: "Yes! Making dinner with the guys now. Great day fishing together. XXX"

"He says he's having a great time so far and would like to meet Daniel and Heather sometime," I told Nicole.

"Cool! And here we are," said Nicole, parking behind the theater building, leaving front parking spaces for the audience.

"Is Heather coming to the show tonight?" I asked.

"No, she's home getting ready for the party," said Nicole.

"Of course," I said, nodding.

When we arrived at Daniel and Heather's, we immediately were confronted with where to put our overnight bags.

"I'll take care of them," said Heather.

She took them to separate rooms as we trailed behind. Main bedroom for my bag, guest room for Nicole's. Decisions seemed already made.

The party, once the cast and crew had all gathered, was great fun. There were so many of us, and things got quite noisy. I was comfortable with the crowd, since I knew them all. I'd rather thought that I'd be hanging out with Nicole, but it turned out that Heather and Nicole rather coupled up for the entire party, while Daniel stuck close to me. Nobody seemed the least bit curious.

By midnight, people began leaving, and those of us remaining began to clean up, which was surprisingly quick and easy, with all four of us helping. At one point, with Nicole washing dishes, I did a quick wander through the rooms looking for more party detritus. I found Daniel and Heather in a rather sensual clinch in the living room. Oh, well, I thought. Man and wife.

I returned to the kitchen, and Nicole and I finished tidying up. Heather and Daniel appeared, and Heather took Nicole's hand and led her away to the guest room.

"Fancy some warm water?" asked Daniel, taking my hand.

"The hot tub?" I asked.

"Come on," said Daniel, leading me to the main bedroom. "Naked from the start, this time. OK, Joyce?"

"OK, but could you undress and go out first, Daniel?" I asked. "That would make me feel less self-conscious."

"Sure," said Daniel, undressing quickly. He was still so young and fit! I felt like I was with a Greek god. His penis ... his cock ... was already bouncing semi-hard in front of him. Ridiculously, I salivated.

Daniel grinned and went out the sliding glass door towards the hot tub. His bottom looked great.

And now it was my turn. Oh, my. I undressed and carefully folded and stacked my clothes on the dresser. I sort of wanted to go through the drawers quickly to check out Heather's underwear, but decided that was a bit much. So, naked as a jaybird, I went out to join Daniel.

And quickly realized that there were more lights on than the last time I'd been in the tub. Sitting in the tub, smiling at me, Daniel could see every wobble of my chubby, saggy body as I approached him. I hastened a bit more over the short distance, which just meant more wobbling.

He rose to help me over the side of the tub, and I could see that his cock was now fully erect. Not so different from my John in length and girth, so I wasn't worried about handling (mouth, vagina, bottom?) him. I couldn't believe that I was worrying about that, but things certainly seemed about to get real.

Daniel remained close to me as I got into the tub, so I was effectively sliding down his body into the water, at which point we sat down close together in the warm, bubbly tub.

"Joyce? You are without doubt the sexiest woman I've ever seen," said Daniel.

"Sexier than Heather?" I asked.

"Let's call it a tie," laughed Daniel.

We kissed, open-mouthed, and Daniel's hands roamed over my body. Not sure of the best place for my hands, I used one to grasp his hard cock.

"Oh! That's very nice," he sighed. "You're a goer, Joyce."

"What would Heather say about this?" I asked,

"She'd say, "it's about time!" laughed Daniel. "How about your John?"

"He'd be masturbating, watching us, and asking me to have sex with him ASAP after," I said.

"You and me like this ... me reveling in your luscious body, you holding my hard cock ..."

"Well, I'm going to tell him all about it and report back to you," I said.

"I'll tell Heather all about us. I can't get over how big and soft you are," sighed Daniel. "And how delightfully hairy."

"Things I wouldn't have thought of as my best features," I sighed.

"And yet, here we are," said Daniel, nibbling my ear as his fingers probed between my legs.

"Nicole says Heather likes her big breasts," I said.

"I like your big breasts, Joyce," said Daniel. "Correction: I love your big breasts."

"I have to be clear about something," I said. "I would never leave John."

"Nor would I leave Heather," said Daniel.

"But otherwise, I'm yours, completely, darling," I said. "If you really want me."

"I really want you, Joyce. And I'm yours," said Daniel.

"Exclusively?" I asked.

"Except for Heather ... and I hope the same is true for you."

"I'm exclusively yours, except for John," I said.

"Watch out for Heather, then," laughed Daniel.

"Oh. I hadn't thought of that ... " I said.

"And what about your daughter, Nicole?" grinned Daniel. "She talks about you."

"Oh, dear," I said. "Well, exclusive except for them?" I giggled. Giggled!

"No hard-and-fast rules, dear. Let's go inside and make love," said Daniel.

"Please, please, please!" I laughed.

Daniel helped me from the tub and we walked, dripping wet and naked, back to the main bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and he pushed me gently backwards.

"I need to taste you," he said, moving up between my fat thighs, which I spread for him. He nuzzled into my pussy with his nose, then probed for my clitoris with his tongue.

"Oh, Daniel! I love you!" I sighed as he licked and sucked where no-one but my husband had ever licked and sucked before.

He soon stopped and moved himself up and over my body. "And I need to fuck you," he said, using his hand to guide his hard cock into my cunt. "I love you, too, Joyce."

"Fuck me darling," I sighed. "I want you to cum inside me."

And he did. Then he did again when he woke me at 4:00 AM and took me from behind. "Your bottom is spectacular, Joyce," he whispered.

"I want you to have me anytime and anyplace you want, dear Daniel," I said.

"And I'll take you up on that," he said.

We slept until 7:30 on Sunday when the smell of fresh coffee wafted into the room through the open door. I guess we'd been too busy to close it. Daniel pulled on gym shorts and a t-shirt. I had a light bathrobe I'd brought with me. We walked hand in hand to the kitchen to find Heather and Nicole making pancakes and drinking coffee.

"Sunday breakfast, sleepyheads!" smiled Heather.

"Good Morning, Mum, Daniel," said Nicole. "I'll get you some coffee."

"Good Morning!" Daniel and I both said.

"I'd better text Dad before he gets totally involved with his rod," I said. Daniel, Heather, and Nicole all laughed. "What?" I asked.

"He may get involved with his rod after you tell him what you've been doing," giggled Nicole.

"Oh," I said. "That sounds naughty. Silly me!"

My long text to John: "Good Morning, John. So much to share! Daniel and I were naked in the hot tub again, only this time we kissed and cuddled. Then he took me to his bed, licked me, and we had intercourse. Twice. Now Nicole and Heather are making us breakfast. I hope the fish are biting! Missing you, love. Eager for our intimacy! XXX"

John must have had good cell reception because his reply came quickly: "I'm so excited! I need to find some privacy quickly to take care of myself. Will you do it again?"

"Daniel? He wants to know if we'll do it again," I said.

"Tell him yes," said Heather. "Tell him Nicole, too." Daniel laughed.

Text to John: "Yes. Nicole, too."

John's text reply: "Today? Nicole?"

"He wants to know if we'll do it again today," I blushed.

"Yes," said Daniel.

Text to John: "Yes."

John's text reply: "I adore you, Joyce."

Text to John: "I love you, too. Enjoy your rod! XXX"

Nicole was sitting next to me, blowing on her hot coffee to cool it a little. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Did you and Heather ...?"

"Yes," grinned Nicole, squeezing my thigh, then leaving her hand there.

"I imagined you together. Are you imagining me? And Daniel?" I whispered in Nicole's ear.

"Yes," she whispered back into my ear.

"No secrets, you two! The four of us are spending the day together, right?" asked Heather.

"Yes!" we answered as one.

"I might need some time with my wife," said Daniel.

"I'm sure Mum and I can entertain ourselves while you two get busy," laughed Nicole, squeezing my thigh again. It seemed that my daughter was hitting on me, too. And I liked it! What would John think about that when I gave him the details? I was guessing, hoping that our sex would be great. I'd never thought about his cock so much before!

"I was thinking we all four might enjoy the tub together," said Heather, looking at me.

"Naked?" I squeaked.

"Yes!" said Heather, Daniel, and Nicole in unison.

Oh, my.