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My wife and I were lying in bed a week ago, snuggling in together, talking sex. We were discussing sex in general terms, sex in relation to male/female desires, and about our fantasies and desires for the future. We were becoming very horny and inevitably we began to caress, kiss and become even hornier.
I started to lick Jean's soft mature breasts, to press my tongue into the velvet softness, gently kneading them. Slowly I circled the breast, moving stealthily towards her hard inviting nipples. As the small erotic mountains were reached, I circled allowing my tongue to lazily travel around them with minimum pressure. Jean instantly responded, she moaned, arched her back and roughly ran her hands through my hair. As I continued, I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue and the tempo of its probing. Jean stiffened as the pressure built within her; finally she gasped, “Enough, I can't take anymore of that.”
I eased the pressure by allowing my tongue to wander down from her breasts, snaking its way to her belly button. As I proceeded to tease her button, my hand walked towards her pleasure triangle. My pointer finger slipped between her thighs, drawing my hand with it, slight pressure opening the door to her pussy. My hand began to slide in her flowing juices and I concentrated on slowly building her to maximum orgasm.
As I proceeded she said, “Remember just after we were married, how randy we were. We screwed like rabbits; we were always at it. Remember the day we stayed in bed all day and screwed thirteen times.” I remembered. How could I forget something like that!! It was the seventies and there was a casual carefree attitude to sex. No AIDS. Sex was beautiful, fulfilling, something to savour and enjoy, and to share with others. “Remember Mavis,” Jean said with a soft reverent tone. I continued my probing, exploring every crevice, every nerve ending, fuelling Jean’s sexual thoughts for a longer journey into the past.
I looked up at Jean’s face, studied her; her head was tilted back, her eyes seemed to be looking at a scene on the ceiling. She was seeing the past; I kept the fuel coming and she continued to remember. "Tell me what you see," I said. Her eyes slowly lowered until they were focussed on me and she started. “I was thinking about Mavis, we haven't seen her for about twenty years. I wonder what she is doing now? What does she look like, is she still as sexy an before?” "I think of those things sometimes too," I said. "She sure was a sexy lady with an incredible appetite for sexual satisfaction, wasn't she?” We both fell silent, absorbed in our own memories.
We were early twenties, Mavis late thirties, recently widowed. We came together through a mutual acquaintance and were immediate friends. She was mature but extremely vibrant, alive, radiating life and, most importantly, sex. We started sharing a lot of time together and we got to know her very well and she told us a brief history of her life. She had endured a restrictive marriage with a domineering husband of the "old school".
Her husband had been a strict religious man with no compassion or imagination when it came to personal relationships and, in particular, sex. She had never enjoyed sex with her husband; there was no pleasure, only a duty to be done and tears to shed. Probably, fortunately, during the marriage she was unaware of what she was missing out on, unaware how beautiful and fulfilling sex could be, when it was shared with one who cared. Things were different now, she was free, free to explore her sexuality, free to give and receive pleasure, free to be a mature, healthy sexual being. Once she was aware of the pleasure to be had, she was impatient to get her share, to catch up on lost time.
Jean's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Remember that first night, the night we went to the theatre." “Yes, I think we saw "The Case of the Smiling Stiffs" and "The Perfumed Garden" in that little theatre in town." We remembered together. Jean, Mavis and I went out together for the first time. We were excited, bubbly and aroused. The movie was stimulating and sexual tension was rising in us all. During the second movie it built to a peak, something had to give. I slipped my hand onto Mavis's thigh and started to massage it. She didn’t object. On the contrary she responded by returning the gesture, and proceeded to lovingly stroke my thigh. My throbbing erection, which had been bursting for relief all night, squirmed and my balls began to ache.
My hand moved under her skirt and crept towards her panties. Jean nudged me and I turned and looked at her. She indicated towards my tickling fingers with her eyes, smiled and laid her head on my shoulder. Mavis wriggled on her seat and spread her thighs more to give me better access to the moist canal between her legs. As my fingertips slid up and down the wet crutch of her knickers I turned to kiss Jean. She was obviously enjoying the closeness of the moment and enjoying sharing me with someone she also felt close to. She took my left hand and guided it to her love nest showing me how wet she was, and oh boy was she wet. I wouldn't have thought it possible but she was even wetter than Mavis; juice was literally dripping from her.
It was heaven. We spent the rest of the movie, with my fingers probing, building them to orgasm but not quite letting them have relief. Besides it was probably obvious enough to the people around us what we were doing without the sounds of feminine climaxes leaving no doubt. At times I thought my balls would explode, they felt like they were tied in knots. It was a definite case of the agony and the ecstasy. Finally the movie ended and the patrons began to desert the theatre. I was in no hurry though; a telltale bulge in my pants was still a bit obvious. On top of that it was so stiff and my balls so hard I wasn't sure that I could walk. As the pressure eased a little I seized my opportunity and made a quick dash to the fresh winter air outside.
A discussion resulted in a decision to retire to our flat for a hot drink. Nothing else was discussed, but the sexual tension was extreme, and I feel all of us thought of the possibilities that lay ahead. The conversation on the way home, wasn't overtly sexual but it was just below the surface. We made our drinks and, as we had no lounge or sitting room, retired to our bedroom to enjoy them. Mavis and I sat on the bed while Jean sat on a chair next to it. We sipped and talked about the movies we had just enjoyed and inevitably the conversation drifted to sexual comment. We were all relaxed, friends, no jealousies or possessiveness, just mutual desire and excitement.
I placed my cup down and rolled towards Mavis, nuzzling her neck and lips. She responded, kissing me hard and passionately, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight to her breasts. Jean said, “You're really turned on aren't you, what you need is a good screw.” Mavis responded with a shy smile and "You wouldn't mind.” “No, I would love to see you two together, joined, absorbing and enjoying each other’s bodies.” We both looked towards Jean, and the smile on her face and the glint in her eye told us that her heart agreed with what her mouth had said. We melded together and started to make love.
I pulled Mavis towards me lifting her enough to slip her jumper off over her head. Then I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her nipples through the filmy fabric of her bra. She reached down unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and raised her bottom in invitation to pull her skirt off. I carefully removed the skirt savouring the experience and running my eyes over her body, drawn to the dark triangle hiding behind thin bikini briefs. I fell towards her, my chest brushing her feet. I pushed forward my face gliding up her legs, her thighs, on towards her pussy. The aroma wafting to my nose reinforced just how wet and excited she had been earlier. Oh what a wonderful smell. Nothing smells better than the smell of an excited woman.
As my body covered hers she began to pull my sloppy joe off, accidentally removing my shirt at the same time in her eagerness. I reached behind her, undid her bra and removed it. I lent forward lowering my chest to her breasts, gently rubbing our nipples together. At about this time Jean, devoid of her clothes, joined us on the bed. As I proceeded to tease and excite her nipples with my tongue Jean rolled on her side and made contact with us, her head on Mavis's shoulder and an arm across my back. My tongue as if guided by radar travelled across Mavis, and zeroed in on Jean's hard protruding nipple. I continued to roam from breast to breast enjoying the feel the excitement and the sharing. Mavis's hips lifting and gyrating let me know that it was time to move on. I pushed back allowing my tongue to flow towards that delicious scent. As my tongue threaded it's way through the forest of dark hair she parted her thighs wide and sighed a soft moan. Looking up as my tongue bumped over her engorged clitoris I saw Jean take a nipple into her soft warm mouth, contentedly sucking on it, eyes closed, obviously savouring the moment.
Gentle slurping, sucking sounds and Mavis's contented murmur were audible as I proceeded to explore the new territory of her pussy. I licked deep inside, probing as far into her vagina as I could, swallowing the wonderful nectar oozing from the silken folds. I increased the pressure and speed and her moan became louder, her hips began to buck higher, her hands grasped my head and pulled it harder into herself. The time was right to assault her clitoris. My tongue gently but insistently probed, pushed and prodded her clitoris, building her to a climax. It was near and she was tense. I could feel the tension in her body. I glanced up and saw her embracing Jean, holding her face hard to her breasts. Then she stopped, she didn't climax, she said, “I want you to screw me, I need you inside me now!”
I raised my body then plunged towards her, her hand catching my cock and guiding it into that inviting well. Jean smiled at me as I thrust vigorously into Mavis. Mavis was smiling too, taking hold of my back and pulling me onto her body and my lips towards hers. Our bodies raised and lowered together in a wave of ecstasy, I could feel the volcano in my balls getting ready to erupt. Our breathing quickened, our pace quickened and our pulses raced. Jean cuddled into us feeling the tension, the pleasure and absorbed our excitement through her skin, stimulating her to a level near our own. I decided to change positions so that Jean could be even more involved in the sensations we were experiencing.
I slipped off Mavis, rolling her onto her side facing Jean. I then slipped in behind her, gliding my cock back into her. Both women immediately understood the new position and proceeded to take full advantage of the possibilities it presented. They squeezed tight together, Jean's face still pressed into Mavis's breasts, her tongue teasing her nipples. I became aware that Mavis was spreading her legs a little, then a touch of a finger on the base of my cock told me the reason why. Jean had slipped her hand down and was alternatively stroking my cock and balls and Mavis's clit. We were in heaven, we were one, we were together sharing a sexual experience the way it was meant to be.
It became obvious that Mavis was near the end, and the pressure in my body could not be ignored any longer. My tempo increased and Mavis sensing this responded and we pounded together towards our climax. I screamed a guttural sound as my come exploded from me and I pounded my cock as hard and deep as I could as spurt after spurt of hot liquid shot from my cock. On about the third lunge and spurt Mavis climaxed emitting whimpering sounds as she pressed her buttocks into me, and cuddled Jean so tight I thought she might break her. Slowly the pent up energy subsided, and we lay there still and silent basking in the afterglow.
What an experience it had been, a first for us and for Mavis. The first time we had shared sex with someone else, first time Jean had had a bi experience and the first time Mavis had shared a couple or had sexual contact with another woman. To top the night off after a short rest we indulged in a second session. Jean started licking Mavis's juice from my cock restoring its rigidity and recovering that sexual tenseness that only a good screw will alleviate. It was obvious from the slow rhythmic way that Jean's tongue was sliding up and down and around my pulsing cock that she was savouring the taste and smell of Mavis and of our combined come juices.
As we lay there, Jean's tongue sending me wild, with Mavis cuddled into my side, a restless movement of Mavis's hips and thighs attracted Jean's attention. A cheeky grin appeared on her face as her eyes zeroed in on the target and guided her fingers to the mysterious, wet, erotic zone between Mavis's thighs. Her fingers began an initial tentative exploration, then as her confidence grew she plunged two fingers deep into Mavis, causing her to arch back and emit a moan of pleasure. That was about all I could take; it was time for action. I positioned Jean on her back next to Mavis and gently covered her and entered her wet eager pussy. Jean was by now very relaxed and involved and without any encouragement; her fingers again sought the hot confines of Mavis's vagina.
Despite having come not long ago, it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to hold out too long. I was just too turned on by the sight in front of me. Two beautiful women, lying side by side, very close, with me screwing one with my hard cock while she screwed the other with probing fingers. I couldn't hold back any more; loud, unreal noises escaped from me, echoed by Mavis. We built to climax together with Mavis's climax exploding just after mine. Jean had not come, but she wasn't finished yet, with extreme urgency she rolled me onto my back and mounted me. She rode me for a few thrusts then let my cock slide from her pussy, keeping it in contact with her lips and clitoris. She urgently rubbed up and down building herself into a frenzy, louder, faster, faster and then stiffness. As she came she went so stiff and yelled so loud you would swear she was dying. Then she relaxed fell on top of me and we all fell asleep, a loving, satisfied sandwich.
Needless to say that shared memory turned us both on so much that we proceeded to enjoy a session rivalling it in intensity and enjoyment. In the afterglow of our orgasms we talked of days gone by, opportunities we had and opportunities missed. We wondered why these days we didn't pursue such extra sexual experiences. Had times changed, had we changed, were we just older and more conservative. Before we fell asleep we had resolved to be more like our old selves and to actively pursue extra marital sex, together, in a sharing, caring way.
I acknowledge Geoff’s contribution to this story.
I started to lick Jean's soft mature breasts, to press my tongue into the velvet softness, gently kneading them. Slowly I circled the breast, moving stealthily towards her hard inviting nipples. As the small erotic mountains were reached, I circled allowing my tongue to lazily travel around them with minimum pressure. Jean instantly responded, she moaned, arched her back and roughly ran her hands through my hair. As I continued, I slowly increased the pressure of my tongue and the tempo of its probing. Jean stiffened as the pressure built within her; finally she gasped, “Enough, I can't take anymore of that.”
I eased the pressure by allowing my tongue to wander down from her breasts, snaking its way to her belly button. As I proceeded to tease her button, my hand walked towards her pleasure triangle. My pointer finger slipped between her thighs, drawing my hand with it, slight pressure opening the door to her pussy. My hand began to slide in her flowing juices and I concentrated on slowly building her to maximum orgasm.
As I proceeded she said, “Remember just after we were married, how randy we were. We screwed like rabbits; we were always at it. Remember the day we stayed in bed all day and screwed thirteen times.” I remembered. How could I forget something like that!! It was the seventies and there was a casual carefree attitude to sex. No AIDS. Sex was beautiful, fulfilling, something to savour and enjoy, and to share with others. “Remember Mavis,” Jean said with a soft reverent tone. I continued my probing, exploring every crevice, every nerve ending, fuelling Jean’s sexual thoughts for a longer journey into the past.
I looked up at Jean’s face, studied her; her head was tilted back, her eyes seemed to be looking at a scene on the ceiling. She was seeing the past; I kept the fuel coming and she continued to remember. "Tell me what you see," I said. Her eyes slowly lowered until they were focussed on me and she started. “I was thinking about Mavis, we haven't seen her for about twenty years. I wonder what she is doing now? What does she look like, is she still as sexy an before?” "I think of those things sometimes too," I said. "She sure was a sexy lady with an incredible appetite for sexual satisfaction, wasn't she?” We both fell silent, absorbed in our own memories.
We were early twenties, Mavis late thirties, recently widowed. We came together through a mutual acquaintance and were immediate friends. She was mature but extremely vibrant, alive, radiating life and, most importantly, sex. We started sharing a lot of time together and we got to know her very well and she told us a brief history of her life. She had endured a restrictive marriage with a domineering husband of the "old school".
Her husband had been a strict religious man with no compassion or imagination when it came to personal relationships and, in particular, sex. She had never enjoyed sex with her husband; there was no pleasure, only a duty to be done and tears to shed. Probably, fortunately, during the marriage she was unaware of what she was missing out on, unaware how beautiful and fulfilling sex could be, when it was shared with one who cared. Things were different now, she was free, free to explore her sexuality, free to give and receive pleasure, free to be a mature, healthy sexual being. Once she was aware of the pleasure to be had, she was impatient to get her share, to catch up on lost time.
Jean's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Remember that first night, the night we went to the theatre." “Yes, I think we saw "The Case of the Smiling Stiffs" and "The Perfumed Garden" in that little theatre in town." We remembered together. Jean, Mavis and I went out together for the first time. We were excited, bubbly and aroused. The movie was stimulating and sexual tension was rising in us all. During the second movie it built to a peak, something had to give. I slipped my hand onto Mavis's thigh and started to massage it. She didn’t object. On the contrary she responded by returning the gesture, and proceeded to lovingly stroke my thigh. My throbbing erection, which had been bursting for relief all night, squirmed and my balls began to ache.
My hand moved under her skirt and crept towards her panties. Jean nudged me and I turned and looked at her. She indicated towards my tickling fingers with her eyes, smiled and laid her head on my shoulder. Mavis wriggled on her seat and spread her thighs more to give me better access to the moist canal between her legs. As my fingertips slid up and down the wet crutch of her knickers I turned to kiss Jean. She was obviously enjoying the closeness of the moment and enjoying sharing me with someone she also felt close to. She took my left hand and guided it to her love nest showing me how wet she was, and oh boy was she wet. I wouldn't have thought it possible but she was even wetter than Mavis; juice was literally dripping from her.
It was heaven. We spent the rest of the movie, with my fingers probing, building them to orgasm but not quite letting them have relief. Besides it was probably obvious enough to the people around us what we were doing without the sounds of feminine climaxes leaving no doubt. At times I thought my balls would explode, they felt like they were tied in knots. It was a definite case of the agony and the ecstasy. Finally the movie ended and the patrons began to desert the theatre. I was in no hurry though; a telltale bulge in my pants was still a bit obvious. On top of that it was so stiff and my balls so hard I wasn't sure that I could walk. As the pressure eased a little I seized my opportunity and made a quick dash to the fresh winter air outside.
A discussion resulted in a decision to retire to our flat for a hot drink. Nothing else was discussed, but the sexual tension was extreme, and I feel all of us thought of the possibilities that lay ahead. The conversation on the way home, wasn't overtly sexual but it was just below the surface. We made our drinks and, as we had no lounge or sitting room, retired to our bedroom to enjoy them. Mavis and I sat on the bed while Jean sat on a chair next to it. We sipped and talked about the movies we had just enjoyed and inevitably the conversation drifted to sexual comment. We were all relaxed, friends, no jealousies or possessiveness, just mutual desire and excitement.
I placed my cup down and rolled towards Mavis, nuzzling her neck and lips. She responded, kissing me hard and passionately, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me tight to her breasts. Jean said, “You're really turned on aren't you, what you need is a good screw.” Mavis responded with a shy smile and "You wouldn't mind.” “No, I would love to see you two together, joined, absorbing and enjoying each other’s bodies.” We both looked towards Jean, and the smile on her face and the glint in her eye told us that her heart agreed with what her mouth had said. We melded together and started to make love.
I pulled Mavis towards me lifting her enough to slip her jumper off over her head. Then I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her nipples through the filmy fabric of her bra. She reached down unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, and raised her bottom in invitation to pull her skirt off. I carefully removed the skirt savouring the experience and running my eyes over her body, drawn to the dark triangle hiding behind thin bikini briefs. I fell towards her, my chest brushing her feet. I pushed forward my face gliding up her legs, her thighs, on towards her pussy. The aroma wafting to my nose reinforced just how wet and excited she had been earlier. Oh what a wonderful smell. Nothing smells better than the smell of an excited woman.
As my body covered hers she began to pull my sloppy joe off, accidentally removing my shirt at the same time in her eagerness. I reached behind her, undid her bra and removed it. I lent forward lowering my chest to her breasts, gently rubbing our nipples together. At about this time Jean, devoid of her clothes, joined us on the bed. As I proceeded to tease and excite her nipples with my tongue Jean rolled on her side and made contact with us, her head on Mavis's shoulder and an arm across my back. My tongue as if guided by radar travelled across Mavis, and zeroed in on Jean's hard protruding nipple. I continued to roam from breast to breast enjoying the feel the excitement and the sharing. Mavis's hips lifting and gyrating let me know that it was time to move on. I pushed back allowing my tongue to flow towards that delicious scent. As my tongue threaded it's way through the forest of dark hair she parted her thighs wide and sighed a soft moan. Looking up as my tongue bumped over her engorged clitoris I saw Jean take a nipple into her soft warm mouth, contentedly sucking on it, eyes closed, obviously savouring the moment.
Gentle slurping, sucking sounds and Mavis's contented murmur were audible as I proceeded to explore the new territory of her pussy. I licked deep inside, probing as far into her vagina as I could, swallowing the wonderful nectar oozing from the silken folds. I increased the pressure and speed and her moan became louder, her hips began to buck higher, her hands grasped my head and pulled it harder into herself. The time was right to assault her clitoris. My tongue gently but insistently probed, pushed and prodded her clitoris, building her to a climax. It was near and she was tense. I could feel the tension in her body. I glanced up and saw her embracing Jean, holding her face hard to her breasts. Then she stopped, she didn't climax, she said, “I want you to screw me, I need you inside me now!”
I raised my body then plunged towards her, her hand catching my cock and guiding it into that inviting well. Jean smiled at me as I thrust vigorously into Mavis. Mavis was smiling too, taking hold of my back and pulling me onto her body and my lips towards hers. Our bodies raised and lowered together in a wave of ecstasy, I could feel the volcano in my balls getting ready to erupt. Our breathing quickened, our pace quickened and our pulses raced. Jean cuddled into us feeling the tension, the pleasure and absorbed our excitement through her skin, stimulating her to a level near our own. I decided to change positions so that Jean could be even more involved in the sensations we were experiencing.
I slipped off Mavis, rolling her onto her side facing Jean. I then slipped in behind her, gliding my cock back into her. Both women immediately understood the new position and proceeded to take full advantage of the possibilities it presented. They squeezed tight together, Jean's face still pressed into Mavis's breasts, her tongue teasing her nipples. I became aware that Mavis was spreading her legs a little, then a touch of a finger on the base of my cock told me the reason why. Jean had slipped her hand down and was alternatively stroking my cock and balls and Mavis's clit. We were in heaven, we were one, we were together sharing a sexual experience the way it was meant to be.
It became obvious that Mavis was near the end, and the pressure in my body could not be ignored any longer. My tempo increased and Mavis sensing this responded and we pounded together towards our climax. I screamed a guttural sound as my come exploded from me and I pounded my cock as hard and deep as I could as spurt after spurt of hot liquid shot from my cock. On about the third lunge and spurt Mavis climaxed emitting whimpering sounds as she pressed her buttocks into me, and cuddled Jean so tight I thought she might break her. Slowly the pent up energy subsided, and we lay there still and silent basking in the afterglow.
What an experience it had been, a first for us and for Mavis. The first time we had shared sex with someone else, first time Jean had had a bi experience and the first time Mavis had shared a couple or had sexual contact with another woman. To top the night off after a short rest we indulged in a second session. Jean started licking Mavis's juice from my cock restoring its rigidity and recovering that sexual tenseness that only a good screw will alleviate. It was obvious from the slow rhythmic way that Jean's tongue was sliding up and down and around my pulsing cock that she was savouring the taste and smell of Mavis and of our combined come juices.
As we lay there, Jean's tongue sending me wild, with Mavis cuddled into my side, a restless movement of Mavis's hips and thighs attracted Jean's attention. A cheeky grin appeared on her face as her eyes zeroed in on the target and guided her fingers to the mysterious, wet, erotic zone between Mavis's thighs. Her fingers began an initial tentative exploration, then as her confidence grew she plunged two fingers deep into Mavis, causing her to arch back and emit a moan of pleasure. That was about all I could take; it was time for action. I positioned Jean on her back next to Mavis and gently covered her and entered her wet eager pussy. Jean was by now very relaxed and involved and without any encouragement; her fingers again sought the hot confines of Mavis's vagina.
Despite having come not long ago, it was obvious that I wasn't going to be able to hold out too long. I was just too turned on by the sight in front of me. Two beautiful women, lying side by side, very close, with me screwing one with my hard cock while she screwed the other with probing fingers. I couldn't hold back any more; loud, unreal noises escaped from me, echoed by Mavis. We built to climax together with Mavis's climax exploding just after mine. Jean had not come, but she wasn't finished yet, with extreme urgency she rolled me onto my back and mounted me. She rode me for a few thrusts then let my cock slide from her pussy, keeping it in contact with her lips and clitoris. She urgently rubbed up and down building herself into a frenzy, louder, faster, faster and then stiffness. As she came she went so stiff and yelled so loud you would swear she was dying. Then she relaxed fell on top of me and we all fell asleep, a loving, satisfied sandwich.
Needless to say that shared memory turned us both on so much that we proceeded to enjoy a session rivalling it in intensity and enjoyment. In the afterglow of our orgasms we talked of days gone by, opportunities we had and opportunities missed. We wondered why these days we didn't pursue such extra sexual experiences. Had times changed, had we changed, were we just older and more conservative. Before we fell asleep we had resolved to be more like our old selves and to actively pursue extra marital sex, together, in a sharing, caring way.
I acknowledge Geoff’s contribution to this story.
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