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Mature Student
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Two Europeans move to Canada and create a lovely
lifestyle. Yet James cannot stop imagining his wife
with someone else. Then one day, whilst he is
unavoidably detained away on business, things begin to
evolve. (MF, reluc, wife, swing)
***
Prologue
Life, as always, was very busy for James. He sat in the
airport departure lounge with his book and laptop
awaiting his flight to be called. More business
meetings meant he was not able to spend as much time
with his wife, Elva, as he would have liked. James
smiled wryly to himself as he reflected on the events
of the previous few months. Wintertime in Canada was
always bitterly cold and although the snow was scenic,
it impeded on normal life as he might have known it.
Back in his native Scotland, James was used to cold
weather and snow but never on this sort of scale.
Weather like this back home would have brought the
entire nation to a stand still yet here in Canada, it
was the norm and everyone was geared up for it, readily
prepared and people adapted to the environment like the
British did during the blitz.
It wasn't the weather, however, that had made James
smile to himself, however, and it was the thought of
recent developments in his home life. James had been
away on business a lot recently and had been
inadvertently neglecting Elva. By pure accident, she
had joined a local organisation as a way of meeting
people and having some company whilst James was away
and would soon find her self involved with a prurient
group.
The airport tannoy system announced a delayed inbound
flight which echoed around the departure lounge but
James was oblivious to the sound, his body firmly
rooted to his seat but his mind could have been
millions of light years away as his mind churned over
and over the stories and images of his fantasies, to
see Elva being fucked by another man, maybe more whilst
he stood and watched. His imagination often assumed he
would join in and add to his wife's pleasure.
James adjusted his seating position, aware of his
increasing hardness of his own member as his mind
recalled how his fantasies had begun and how Elva had
been dismissive. Little did they know of what the
coming weeks would produce and how it would change
their lives for ever.
Elva had been left at home whilst James travelled away
on yet another business meeting. He was working on a
major project and had to meet with clients, suppliers
and contractors to secure the necessary to seal the
deal. The enormity was immense; the largest project
James' firm had ever had and had delegated James to
manage the project. An increase in salary and the
potential large bonus was incentive enough but at a
price and that was Elva.
As always, Elva was very supportive and although
reluctant, she could see the end result and agreed to
James taking on the role. Consequently, she was left at
home for periods of time whilst James travelled to the
far flung corners of the empire. She had her own
network of friends and enjoyed some dinner parties and
trips out the theatre with work colleagues but it was
never quite the same as going out as a couple and she
missed James. They had been married a long time and had
been happy together.
As they grew older together, they both showed signs of
ageing yet time had been incredibly kind to Elva. Being
a non smoker had helped her skin remain fresh and young
looking and her shape belied her age. Her attractive
figure and pretty smile, accentuated by her clear blue
eyes, would have been enough to turn any guys head of
any age and she frequently attracted attention from
guys much younger than her.
It was this attention that first got James thinking
about the whole wife sharing scene. He wondered what it
would be like to see his beloved wife with another man,
giving the stranger everything; not only giving, but
receiving pleasure in return, maybe learning something
new that they had not tried. James had suggested the
idea many years earlier and Elva had responded by
asking what else she could learn. James had to think as
they had tried virtually everything in the book over
the years and there couldn't be much left to try. James
tried to stand his ground but was loosing the battle
and dropped the subject for a while.
Every so often, however, he would broach the subject
again, testing the water to see if Elva would be ready
to indulge, just once, to satisfy his curiosity and
feed his fantasy. For James was aroused by the thought
of his wife indulging in sexual activity with another
guy and he knew he was not alone.
Across the globe, swinging was becoming more and more
acceptable and provided the individuals acted
responsibly, using the necessary protection and abiding
by the wishes of the other if they declined to indulge,
it was a select group to be involved with. The
etiquette was the key to the success of swinging and
all who indulged would abide by the unwritten rules.
There were no tantrums or arguments; it was very civil
and gentlemanly. It was like being in some elite club,
like being a free mason or something and many of the
members were upstanding members of the community like
bank managers, lawyers and so on.
Yet with that element of respectability was also a fear
of sleaze, of appearing cheap and filthy, perverted
almost and it had been the latter images that had
repulsed Elva at first. Yes, she was sensual and had
often wondered what it might have been like to have
played the field a little more, yet she was happy with
James. Content as she felt she could ever be, she was
still deeply in love with James and despite his
feelings being reciprocal, she still felt neglected.
Oh, it wasn't James being difficult or trying to cope
with a mid-life crisis, it was only his career. James
was nothing less than totally professional and always
took his job seriously. He had to; it paid well and
financed their lifestyle. They both loved to ski in the
copious amounts of winter snow and overseas travel was
also something they enjoyed. They both still have
family back in Europe and would get back to visit them
whenever time permitted.
But all of this did not stop Elva feeling empty and
sad. The long, cold nights could be lonely when James
was thousands of miles away, often on a different
continent discussing business and living out of a
suitcase. James and Elva had a great love life and
despite many people of their age beginning to slow down
a bit, they were both very fit and very active, not
least in bed.
It was on the coldest and darkest of these winter
nights that Elva felt so lonely. She was safe in her
own home so her fears were not of being attacked by
intruders or the like; it was more that she needed some
physical love. A cuddle was becoming a very rare
commodity and although she had no intention of shopping
around for alternative lovers, it would be the
sensation of closeness that would eventually change her
mind.
James had been away for weeks at a time and despite his
return for weekends, his jet-lag had made him almost
like some zombie. He tried in vain to hold a
conversation with Elva yet his body betrayed him and he
was asleep again in no time at all. Within hours, it
was time to leave for the airport again for another
weeks worth of business negotiations across the globe.
Elva had almost wept as the cab pulled away from the
kerb. She watched from the bedroom window as the red
tail lights disappeared slowly from view taking the
love of her life with them. She knew James would return
soon and in just a few short weeks, he would be back
for good. But that didn't help her right now.
She shuffled to the bathroom, switching on the light
and examining her reflection in the mirror. She smiled
and as she did so, she noticed the slight lines in her
face. It was impossible to completely stop the ageing
process and Elva was mighty glad that the lines she
displayed were laugh lines. She shuddered involuntarily
as she considered the alternative of crow's feet that
would have made her face look glum, like some miserable
blood hound! Her life had not been without trauma but,
all things considered, life had not been that bad to
her. James had been responsible for putting a smile
back on her face, telling her that no one could be
prettier than her when she smiled!
It reminded her that James had always told her there
was no one in the world prettier than her when she
smiled. James had always been a charmer and it had been
his light hearted manner (and rugged good looks) that
had attracted her in the first place. Memories of their
first meeting, their first kiss and their first night
together replayed in her mind like some trailer at the
beginning of some TV drama show. "Previously in your
life..." Elva pondered the strap line at the bottom of
the screen as the memories continued to flood in, the
day they got married, the day they moved into their
current house, their first night apart due to business
commitments... the memories from when she met James
continued to flow.
"Silly woman!" she chastised herself out loud, despite
the fact there was no one else to hear her. She often
talked out loud when she was on her own, it seemed to
give her some self confidence and made the house feel
less empty. God, she missed James already and his cab
was hardly two blocks away!!!
Elva made her way back to the bedroom and sat on the
bed. She sat back and half closed her eyes but from her
peripheral vision, she noticed a small business card
from the pages of her book. She had been given the card
last week by a mutual friend who had invited Elva to a
dinner party this week and Elva had been using the card
as a book mark. She opened the book and examined the
card. "Pure" it read and had her friends name and cell
phone number, together with an email address and
website details. Elva turned the card over in her
hands, her mind elsewhere temporarily.
She had known this friend for many years, her and her
husband were pillars of the community. He was a Doctor
working for a major pharmaceutical company and she had
a string of small business ventures. Suffice to say,
they always had a new car every few months and lived
very well. They also donated time and money to local
charity events and were instrumental in raising funds
for local hospices and other good causes.
Trish had invited Elva over for a dinner party where
she was entertaining several other people. Elva did not
always feel comfortable in Trish's presence as they
were in a different league completely from her and
James. Not that Elva and James were poor, but Trish was
as far removed as was possible from Elva's lifestyle.
Trish would mix with mayors and high ranking
politicians where Elva was more into mixing with locals
from her church and those that shared similar
interests.
Elva had been a little surprised to get the invitation
but had been reluctant to accept the invitation. Yet
she felt so lonely right now, she was having trouble
finding a reason to refuse. She had some new outfits
James had brought her back from his recent business
trips and she'd not had the opportunity to wear them
yet. She had no other commitments that night and James
would call her earlier in the day due to time zones so
she would not be missing his phone calls.
She smiled to herself at the thought of having some
company that evening and made a mental note to book the
cab early. The weather might put off many people from
driving so there could be high demand, she reasoned
with herself. Yes, tonight she was going to enjoy.
The dinner party
Trish had outdone herself, even by her own standards.
She had invited somewhere in excess of twenty five
guests and her enormous dining room dwarfed Elva's
humble facilities. People, several of which attended as
couples but others attended on their own, mingled with
each other, quality French wine being distributed by
waiting staff employed just for the evening.
Elva noticed a couple of faces she knew but the
majority were strangers and initially, she felt uneasy.
But the feeling of uncertainty was certainly more
favourable than the feeling of loneliness and Elva
began to unwind a little.
"You look a little lost" a voice said and Elva turned
and found herself facing a smart, young guy with neatly
trimmed hair and a clean shaven face. His bright blue
eyes were almost hypnotic and Elva found herself
momentarily lost for words.
"I'm Gerry" he announced, holding out his hand for her
to shake. Elva reached out and felt his warm, firm
handshake which she understood to be a sign of
confidence.
"I'm Elva" she replied, noticing her breathing had
increased in rate. Was she feeling embarrassed? She
could feel her face becoming warm and she hoped she was
not blushing. She might have expected this sort of
reaction when she was a teenager but now she was a
mature woman, this sort of thing didn't happen...did
it?
"So, are you local then?" Gerry asked, unperturbed by
any discomfort Elva felt. Gerry was used to people
being cold to him and a tax inspector, he was used to
more than just verbal abuse.
Elva nodded. "Yes, not far," she muttered.
"Quite some turnout, wouldn't you say?" Gerry
suggested, conversationally. Again, Elva nodded and
sipped at her red wine which tasted like pure velvet on
her tongue. She could tell the wine was more than the
ten bucks a bottle stuff from the local liquor store.
Somehow, Elva could tell it had been specially imported
from the South of France and had been lovingly cared
for on each leg of its long journey across the
Atlantic. Being European, Elva appreciated the finer
things in life, like good quality wine and she wondered
about the cost. Each sip was probably more than her cab
fare to the event tonight!
"Have you been to one of Trisha's parties before?" Elva
asked, aware that Gerry could walk off at any minute to
find a more talkative guest to engage with. Right now,
any form of company was appreciated. She had told James
on the phone that she was going out to a party and
James had been keen that she went.
Elva had felt pangs of guilt that she was out enjoying
herself whilst James was thousands of miles away
working on a project that could help them to have a
more comfortable life style. James, however, was more
than happy for her to go out and let her hair down,
have some fun. He was to be away for another two and a
half weeks and it would have been criminal for Elva to
have been cooped up in the house on her own.
Gerry smiled broadly at Elva's question.
"You could say that!" he grinned mischievously, "But
there's always one or two new people to get to know."
With that, he gave her a sly wink and waved to one of
the guests across the room. A polite wave and a smile
back from the guy, a blown kiss from his female partner
gave Elva the impression their relationship with Gerry
went back quite some time. She would later discover the
extent of that relationship.
A tinkle of cutlery against glass made the hubble of
conversation dissolve and a red-coated butler announced
"Please take your seats as dinner is about to be
served."
People politely made way for each other as they made
their way to their places, each person having been
allocated a spot denoted by a name plate on the table.
An array of cutlery and glasses were spread before Elva
who, luckily, had a reasonable idea of table etiquette.
Outside, the Arctic wind may have been bitterly cold
but with so many people crammed into one room, inside
it was warm and cosy.
The waiters began serving the first course whilst
others filled wine glasses with a selection of fruity
white wines and deep, rich burgundies. Conversation was
polite and light hearted, some humorous anecdotes
intertwined with some witty comments made for a relaxed
and friendly atmosphere.
Elva was sat opposite Gerry who kept glancing at her
and smiling. He had certainly taken a liking to Elva
and she found herself becoming more and more self
conscious. She knew it was stupid, she was no longer a
kid and had been married for more years than she'd be
prepared to confess to. Not that she was embarrassed or
unhappy in her marriage, but ladies do not like
revealing their ages after puberty until they become
centenarians!!!
Elva tried to ignore the stolen glances from Gerry's
direction and she tried to focus on the person speaking
or the individuals either side of her. She found
herself next to a lady called Kate (according to the
name plate) who was married to the CEO of a large
communications business with military contacts across
the western world and with western allies. On the
other, was a middle aged guy with manicured nails and
designer spectacles, obviously of some wealth and
upbringing, judging by his well spoken accent!
Elva feared she would not be able to keep up with the
conversation and it seemed everyone wore designer
something or other. But she need not have worried as
she was soon engaged in polite conversation with those
around her. In fact, those around her were much more
interested in Elva than she would have imagined.
Everything from kids to hobbies to ex partners was
discussed which all seemed most innocuous at the time.
Slowly, the conversation turned more risqué and
conversations ensued around the skin protecting
elements of male semen and how some scientists had
claimed it was a better ageing cream than many of the
proprietary brands available at the local drug store.
Elva guessed it was nothing more than a bit of subtle
teasing until one of the female guests stated that
Trish's husband's semen was better that her own
husband's semen. Elva put her hand to her mouth to
suppress a gasp but everyone else around the table
offered their opinion as to the validity of her claim
or some risqué response to her flamboyant suggestion.
In fact, no one showed one little bit of surprise or
remorse. Elva watched incredulously as Trish didn't
even give her husband a dirty look. To the contrary,
Trish began to agree with the woman who had made the
claim. Thinking maybe she was imagining the situation,
Elva reached for the glass of still water, thinking
maybe the wine had affected her hearing or her
rationale in some way. She even wondered if she should
order some black coffee to see if it would sober her
up, give her a caffeine boost to clear her mind a
little.
Yet as the conversation returned back to more normal
matters, there seemed to be a bit of a buzz in the
atmosphere, almost as though the previous comments had
triggered some secret signal. It was then that Elva
noticed that no one was sitting next to their own
partner. She caught Gerry smiling at her across the
table and Elva rapidly reached for her glass of water
again, hoping to hide behind it momentarily until her
embarrassment had passed.
Conversation continued in a relaxed style, but Elva
noticed hands on laps of the person sitting next to
each other, nods of approval from their partners else
where on the table indicating their actions were
approved.
What was this? Elva's mind struggled to understand the
images that unravelled them selves in front of her.
Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? It was
as though everyone was flirting with some one else in
front of their own partners and in full view of dozens
of other witnesses. But why? What the reason for the
obvious indiscretions? One couple had even begun
kissing. She knew that they were not a couple as she
had seen the female arrive with a tall, black guy
earlier that evening. Elva looked at the black guy who
was, himself, engrossed in some necking of his own with
not one, but two ladies, both a good twenty years his
senior at the far end of the table.
Elva gulped involuntarily at the thought of what might
be going on. How could they? Did they not love their
own partner? And to make matters worse, there were at
least three people she had been introduced to who were
attorneys of law in the room. What was this, some sort
of business creation scheme?
Yet as much as she wanted to tear her eyes away from
the scene of obscenity before her, Elva could not
divert her gaze. It was as though she was temporarily
paralysed, rooted to the spot by the vision before her.
It was like some soft porn movie and Elva's heart raced
in shock at the very thought of what was evolving
before her eyes; or was her increased pulse rate down
to excitement?
Her mind flitted back to the weekend previously. Elva
and James had the house pretty much to them selves now
the kids were away at Uni and virtually self
sufficient. Elva recalled how James, despite his jet
lag, had found time to give her a cuddle, his rough
cheek against her smooth face, his firm but gentle
hands caressing her shoulders as his lips searched for
her neck.
His warm, moist lips caressed her neck and the memory
made her shudder with joy, a pre-curser to an orgasm
almost, as she remembered how James had removed her
clothes whilst they had embraced in the hallway. His
urgency had resulted in her panties becoming ripped in
the process but she had showed no resistance. She had
missed him so much whilst he had been away and she
hated the IT security field as it tended to take James
away from her for too long.
James had lifted Elva and carried her up the stairs,
finding his way with some ease to their bedroom where
he took no time to lower her gently onto the bed before
removing his own clothes in so little time he was in
danger of breaking the world record in stripping off,
if one existed!
James had knelt on the bed in front of Elva, leaning
forward so his lips could engage with hers. Their kiss
was soft and gentle, his tongue penetrating her lips
and entering her mouth, intertwining with her own
tongue, exchanging saliva as they explored each other's
mouths. Slowly, James reached his hand across Elva's
naked body and cupped a breast.
God, he had missed her every bit as much as she had
missed him. Business trips were a God-dammed nuisance;
they got in the way of their loving relationship.
Savouring the moment, James continued to caress Elva's
breast, feeling her nipple harden at his soft touch. He
smiled to himself as he recalled how he had perfected
his caress on Elva, enjoying feeling her arousal build
almost as much as she did.
Elva reciprocated, her hand reaching between them and
clasping his firm tool, feeling his pulse race as she
slowly moved her hand up and down his erection. James
gasped for air, his excitement building. He had been
good whilst he was away on business, mostly down to
fatigue more than anything else, but there was a whole
week's worth of spunk swishing around in his scrotum
and he needed to expel the offending liquid, preferably
inside his beautiful, loving wife. They had been
married so long; one would have thought the novelty
factor would have worn off by now. Yet both Elva and
James had not reached that point yet. Their love was as
fresh as it was when they first met, the honeymoon
period extending way beyond the norm.
Elva remembered feeling the pulse of James' cock
against her own labia as he teased her with his rod,
sliding it across her clitoris a few times, making both
of them gasp, before he put an end to their mutual
frustration and entered her. James had ensured she was
moist and ready for penetration, his lips licking at
her love tunnel before using his cock to tease her.
He had mounted Elva and she had willingly accepted his
manhood, sighing deeply as it entered her and exhaling
vigorously as James reached maximum penetration. Elva
felt James' warm body against hers, his soft breath
against her ear and his firm dick inside her pussy.
"I love you" she whispered to James as they made love.
James thrust him self into her deeper and faster,
building up a rhythm and as he pushed himself up on his
forearms; he looked down and noticed how lovely Elva's
tits looked as he fucked her, bouncing in rhythm to his
thrusts. Both of their breathing became laboured as
they built up to the crescendo, Elva raising her knees
to allow deeper penetration, eventually wrapping her
legs around her husband, drawing him deeper into her.
"I love you too" James responded. Elva continued to
sigh deeply in his ear and she reached her hand down to
his balls, tickling them as he screwed her. She had
been every bit as eager to make love as James and they
were both ready to pop quickly. Elva could feel her own
climax building and she knew she was ready but she
wanted James to come at the same moment. With expert
fingers, she caressed his testicles whilst kissing the
side of his face, thrusting her hips faster and harder
before they both climaxed.
Elva felt herself becoming wetter and she had no idea
if it was the recollection of her and James' intimacy
or if it were down to the obvious flirting and
cavorting of the other dinner guests with each other.
Furthermore, there were no barriers, be it age, colour
or even gender as females flirted both ways. Elva had
been aware of homosexuality and even bisexuality but
had never really witnessed that sort of thing before.
But as she watched ladies intimately kissing the guy
next to her on one side before doing the same with
another lady sat on the opposite side to her, Elva
became uncomfortable. This was disgusting and she found
it most offensive, but she could not figure out why she
had not stood up and left yet. It was as though she was
super-glued to her seat!
Elva tried to shake her head as though the action would
reassemble her thoughts and enable her to take action,
but something inside her psyche stopped her. Some inner
power within her mind was over-ruling her rationale, as
though she had to see the outcome. It was like watching
a really bad movie, you know you want to leave the
auditorium or switch channels yet you become engrossed
in the action.
Elva noticed the guy next to her was deep in
conversation with the lady the other side of him, his
dialogue not changing in tone or manner, despite the
fact the other woman had unzipped his trousers and her
hand was buried deep inside the guys pants, fondling
his cock below the table. Elva watched as the woman
withdrew her hand momentarily, the sparkle from the
woman's wedding and eternity rings glistening like the
chandelier above the dining table.
From her peripheral vision, Elva noticed Gerry watching
her like a hawk, his gaze fixed on her like some voyeur
and his smile was intimidating. Elva feared if her own
gaze was as obvious but no one else seemed to notice
her, each person engrossed in their own flirting. Trish
had stood up and began to mingle with her guests. She
would lean down and kiss each visitor, the kiss not
just a pleasant kiss on the cheek, but a deep, sensual
kiss. The male guests would pat her bottom as she
kissed them and one guy pulled her onto his lap as he
kissed her, grabbing a handful of her tits as he did
so. Elva gasped in shock to herself but no one else
either noticed or cared that Trish was being sexually
abused. Or was she?
Elva realised that Trish was almost encouraging her
guests to be intimate with each other. Elva wanted to
feel disgusted, after all how could anyone be so
uncaring to their own partner like that? Was there
insufficient love in their relationship? How could any
one be so cold and harsh to their loved one?
But Elva found herself so engrossed in the action that
played out before her that she felt herself blushing
like some school girl. The scene was erotic as she had
ever experienced, the idea of being so flirtatious had
aroused something within her that she could not
explain. Was there something deep within her own psyche
that found this behaviour acceptable? Elva tried to
avoid the question in her mind.
James had often talked about additional people in their
relationship, albeit as one-off's and how it could add
to their relationship, bringing them closer together,
usually discussing this during their love making. Elva
had never considered the idea, assuming it was just a
phase that James was going through. The dirty talk had
enhanced James' experience but it had little effect on
Elva, her love for James complete and total, not
needing anyone else in their relationship. They had
their own family, children who were fully grown and at
university and, for Elva, that had been enough. Or was
it?
As she sat and watched, Elva became aware of her
increasing wetness inside her own panties and her
breathing had subtly increased in rate to keep pace
with her racing pulse.
It had not gone un-noticed, however, and Gerry was
completely in tune with Elva. His grin broadened as he
watched her, noticing her initial sense of being
uncomfortable had changed to a sensation of excitement
and arousal. It was not uncommon for those new to the
scene to outwardly find the entire thing outrageous and
revolting whilst, deep down within their own psyche,
they were open to persuasion to join in. Gerry had
witnessed that before dozens of times in previous new
attendees to these soirées and over a period of time,
most had succumbed and joined the clan of swingers.
Those that continued to feel repulsed never returned
but of those that found the experience of interest, the
majority had dabbled. In fairness, some had tried it
once or twice before realising it was not for them and,
sadly, some of those relationships had dissolved but of
those who regularly indulged, their relationships
remained strong and had brought the partners closer
together.
Gerry knew that by sharing your partner, it dispelled
the need to fool around behind their backs and if all
parties were willing, then it would keep their love
strong. It was human nature to find other people
attractive and by having sex with strangers, it was
necessarily a crime but more of a consolidation. Most
people have had sex before marriage and usually with
more than one partner, and just because one gets
married, it should not mean that spells the end of
finding other people attractive. Provided the person
you are married to loves you and you love them, then
sex is nothing more than a human act like eating or
sleeping.
Gerry had experienced himself the feeling that by
sharing your partner, it makes you appreciate them more
when you get them back. It also limits the likelihood
of them cheating on you as they would know they would
be attending another event very soon. Gerry's own wife
had experienced multiple partners in group sex
sessions, some with black guys or guys much younger
than her and, occasionally, even involving other women
at the same time.
Gerry had enjoyed watching his own partner cavort,
often finding no need for sex with any other partner as
his pleasure would be derived from his own wife
enjoying herself. That was not to say he hadn't
indulged in a bit of rumpy-pumpy with other women, but
it was the exception rather than the norm. He would
rather watch and then let his wife relieve him after
she had finished, often enjoying a portion of sloppy-
seconds.
As Gerry watched, he wondered if Elva would be as
promiscuous as his own wife. In fact, Gerry was
wondering if Elva would be happy to indulge with him
and that worried him a little. He usually found himself
more of a voyeur but right now, he would have given
anything to have been intimate with Elva. Maybe his
time would come.
Elva glanced up at Gerry and held eye contact a
fraction of a moment too long, and Gerry smiled
knowingly at her, raising his glass in silent toast to
her before blowing her a subtle kiss across the table.
Elva reddened like a beetroot and her swiftly averted
her gaze away from Gerry but she knew she had been
caught and that Gerry had a shrewd idea of her
thoughts. She physically gulped and pangs of guilt ran
through her veins, stabbing at her heart in the
process, yet her damp feeling in her panties had not
receded. Could it be she was ready to swing?
A chance meeting
Elva stirred her coffee slowly, the steam rising like a
spectre from the dark liquid below but her unseeing
eyes had visions of Gerry locked in her mind. She had
not realised his attraction until now and like some
soppy teenager, had become almost infatuated with the
idea of Gerry and his lifestyle.
Elva recalled how she had left the dinner party early;
giving the excuse she had to be up early next morning
to receive a call from James who was on the other side
of the globe in some strange time zone. The other
guests had politely accepted her apologies and she had
left, noticing that some of the guests had left the
table and disappeared to a bedroom, she assumed, for
some adult entertainment of their own making.
Even the thought of that had aroused her and she
continued to stir her coffee, lost in her thoughts of
uncertainty. If she hadn't known better, she would have
thought it was just some perverse dream down to some
hallucinogen from a food additive or something.
Elva had begun to doubt her undying devotion to James.
She missed him so much when he was away on business and
after arriving home from the dinner party, Elva had
frigged herself off in the shower, imagining James'
strong arms around her, his probing tongue teasing her
sex, his firm erection penetrating her aching pussy
whilst stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings
in her ear. Yet her visions were completed by the idea
that Gerry was stood there watching them, his handsome
face smiling back at her and an enormous bulge from
within his pants as James continued to make love to her
naked body.
It was the suggestion from her mind of Gerry's presence
that caused Elva to topple over the edge and she
experienced one of the strongest orgasms she had had in
many years. She had stood, panting furiously trying to
regain her breath as the warm water continued to shower
over her naked body and in her sub-conscious, the water
felt like strangers hands exploring her body.
Automatically, she touched her shaved pussy and moments
later, a second wave of orgasm shook her body like an
meteorite hitting the earth.
Elva stepped out of the shower and reached for a warm
towel. It had been an exhausting day and two orgasms
simultaneously whilst her husband was away on business
was certainly not the norm. She loved him
unconditionally but she expected him to produce her
orgasms and Elva began to realise the true power of the
mind. Could the suggestion of being watched really have
that effect on her? Could she really agree to having an
audience whilst she fucked? Could it be that she
fancied Gerry? Could it be she would be comfortable
being intimate with Gerry? Or others? Why did these
ideas appear so acceptable?
Shrugging her shoulders, Elva stopped stirring the
coffee and put her spoon down on the saucer, gazing
across the shopping mall at the hundreds of people out
spending money on a working day. Where had all these
people come from? Shouldn't they be at work or
something?
Aware that she was asking herself too many questions,
she reached for her bag and pulled out a magazine.
Being a housewife, she had no need to work and having
spent enough years as a PA to some high powered
executives, she was glad she was no longer part of the
rat race. A lady of leisure should be able to enjoy
herself once in a while, she reassured herself as she
opened the glossy pages of her magazine.
There were various articles about fashion and romance
which Elva skimmed her eyes across, looking but not
seeing. She sipped at her coffee which was now cool
enough to drink and she relished the warm sensation in
her mouth. Real coffee was so much better than instant!
Happy that her sense of humour had not deserted her,
she turned the page and read the story headline. "My
three in a bed with hubby and his boss" the headline
read and almost instinctively, Elva began to read with
interest. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she read
each line with almost clinical accuracy, reading not
just the text but the messages between the lines.
Ordinarily, Elva might have skim read the article but
today, she read the article several times, aware that
the story was making her wet between her legs again.
Could it be that Elva found this sort of thing
acceptable?
She shifted herself in her seat, trying to feel more
comfortable and hide any embarrassment. The article
appeared to have been written from the wife's
perspective and slowly, Elva began to understand the
motivation behind the woman's actions.
Just then, a loud voice in the queue brought her
conscious mind back to coffee lounge.
"Double espresso to go, please" the familiar voice
demanded and as Elva looked round, it was Gerry.
Instinctively, Elva's pulsed increased its rate and she
felt all silly and school-girly again. Pulling herself
together, Elva mentally chastised herself for being so
stupid. Heavens, she was an adult woman with grown up
kids!
Gerry reached into his pocket and produced some cash,
his eyes casually looking around the coffee lounge as
he waited for his drink. His eyes connected with Elva's
momentarily and he did a double take, his eyes smiling
every bit as much as his lips. He waved and
gesticulated at Elva, his body language suggesting he
was offering her a coffee. Elva shook her head,
pointing to the now tepid coffee on the low table
before her.
Gerry received his drink and hurried over, not wanting
to miss the opportunity to get to know Elva a little
better.
"Hi" Gerry opened and reaching out his hand to shake
Elva's, "What brings you to this part of town?"
"Oh, you know..." Elva responded, her voice a little
guarded, "...I needed a change of scenery."
"Did James call you last night when you got home?"
Gerry asked politely but eager to monitor her response.
"Uh? Oh, yes, thank you" Elva replied, aware that her
response was a little stilted. "He's due back this
weekend which will be nice."
They chatted for a while, making small talk. Elva was
keen to stress how she and James were very much in love
and show she missed him whilst he was away. Elva
discovered that Gerry was married with children of his
own, but his wife had been unwell and was in a
residential care home. He visited her every day and
took her flowers and things but her condition was
degenerative and she was never going to get better.
The medical insurance through his business paid for her
welfare and the best medical treatment money could buy,
but the outlook was inevitable. Elva had felt terribly
sorry for Gerry and she reached out to hold his hand as
he relayed the graphic details of her terminal
condition. Behind his smiling eyes, Elva could see the
pain and torture that his family trauma had created
within him. Suddenly, she felt protective over him, her
motherly instincts taking over.
Gerry had not opened up much to people about his wife's
predicament and had held back the emotion for many
years. Elva seemed to understand, however, as though
her personality was in tune with his emotion and Gerry
felt humbled by her kindness. It was not a macho thing
to reveal your innermost secrets and baring your soul
left you vulnerable and open to abuse or exploitation,
especially in business. Yet Gerry could sense in Elva's
manner that she could not be like that, that she was a
good, honest individual.
In fact, Elva reminded Gerry of how his own wife used
to be before she fell ill, not just in her personality,
but in looks too. Had it not been for family helping
him look after the children, Gerry might have sank into
depression and it was his social life that kept him
going. He needed a release for his pent up energies and
with his wife's approval, he attended as many swinging
functions as he could.
Despite his obvious mental grief, Gerry was attracted
to Elva and he surreptitiously glanced down at her
gorgeous legs, noticing the stirrings in his own groin.
His own wife had been introduced to the swinging scene
about a year before she fell ill and she had been
reluctant at first, but after her first experience
which involved herself and three young studs filling
all her holes, she became hooked and, if anything, was
keener to go to parties than Gerry at times. Gerry had
been content to watch most of the time, waiting for
some sloppy seconds, but had indulged a little with
some of the other ladies. But not one of the other
women he had fucked came anywhere near as good to the
feeling of making love to his own wife.
Elva caught him looking at her legs and whilst she felt
aroused herself, she crossed her legs to protect her
modesty a little. Aware that he had been caught,
Gerry's eyes switched to the coffee table and the open
page about the threesome, the headline in bold type
standing out like a red stop sign!
"Doing some research?" Gerry asked, knowingly. He had
been aware he had hogged the conversation for a while
and wanted to regain the control and change the
subject. Elva smiled, trying to appear confident.
"Oh, just trying to see what all the fuss is about!"
she joked, her light response to Gerry's probing
question unnerving him a little. Maybe Elva wasn't
quite as innocent as she looked.
"I always find jumping right on in is the best way of
discovering something" Gerry said, his voice low so
that others nearby would not hear. Elva glanced at
Gerry and his eyes looked harmless yet deep within,
there were some hidden anxieties he had yet to come to
terms with. Maybe it was the impending deterioration of
his good wife that troubled him, or the fact he had
some sort of embarrassment about himself and his life
style like being less well endowed than he wanted to be
or some erectile dysfunction.
But Elva was way off the mark with her concerns, as
Gerry had developed a crush on her which, as yet, Elva
had not picked up on. Maybe she too had a crush on him
but whatever the reason, Elva had yet to understand the
undertones of Gerry's actions and his words.
"Maybe you would care to attend a function this
weekend?" Gerry suggested, "Just as an observer, of
course..." he added, leaving his sentence unfinished on
purpose, hoping to gauge Elva's response.
Elva shook her head.
"No can do. James is back on Friday and we've lots to
catch up on" she replied, wiping a bead of sweat from
her forehead with the back of her wrist. Was it her or
had the temperature risen ten degrees or so in the last
couple of moments?
"Why not bring James along too?" Gerry suggested,
feeling he was chipping away at Elva's resolve. "The
more, the merrier. There's going to be food and drinks
and a party going on, irrespective!"
"Oh, I think Gerry has something special planned for
this weekend," Elva lied, averting her gaze in case
Gerry should see through her façade.
"The offer remains open" Gerry replied, patting Elva's
knee with the palm of his hand in a friendly way, his
patting extending just beyond what would be considered
acceptable. Elva looked into his eyes and immediately
looked away again. She felt uncomfortable under his
gaze, not because she considered him a pervert
(although some members of society might), but because
she felt he could read her mind.
Gerry lifted his hand from her knee and Elva sighed
deeply to herself, partly in relief but also in
disappointment. Gerry reached into the breast pocket of
his suit jacket and withdrew a business card.
"Call me on my cell phone..." Gerry said as he handed
the card to Elva, his index finger highlighting the
phone number in question, "...if you and James change
your mind. The party is local and you may recognise a
couple of the faces from last night. We'd all love to
see you there...socially, I mean!" he added for good
measure. His broad smile was meant in a humorous way
and not meant to be intimidating but Elva was still
uncertain as to his motivation.
Gerry stood to leave and he extended his hand to Elva
as a parting gesture. Elva stood to shake his hand and
in doing so, overbalanced slightly and fell into
Gerry's arms. If it took him by surprise, he didn't
show it and he held her tightly, kissing her on both
cheeks before standing her upright again.
"I'd stick to plain coffee and leave the alcohol until
later in the day!" Gerry joked and Elva laughed with
him politely.
"See you on Saturday night then, huh?" Gerry suggested
as he turned to leave.
"Maybe" Elva said, not wishing to hurt his feelings.
Gerry smiled and disappeared into the crowded shopping
mall with his coffee to go. Elva sat again and picked
up his card that he had left her, twisting it around in
her hand. No way was she going to go to that party on
Saturday and she certainly wasn't going to take James.
What would he think, especially having been away on
business for a couple of weeks? No, Saturday night
would be just Elva and James, she decided.
She placed the business card in her coat pocket. She
would throw it away once she got home, she decided.
The weekend arrives
Canadian winters are renowned for being cold and
inhumane at times, especially when it means flights are
delayed or redirected. Given that James' weekend pass
would have meant little more than 24 hours at home
before having to jet off back to his next port of call,
James was prepared to make the sacrifice of spending
untold hours in airplane cabins or airport departure
lounges but the airlines had other ideas.
The flight that he was due to get home had been late
departing due to inclement weather and there was no
guarantee it would arrive in Canada before he was due
to depart again. He and another colleague had to make
an executive decision and James had called Elva to
advise her that he was unlikely to make the flight home
but would fly on to his next destination and make an
early start, that way he could leave that job earlier
and have a longer weekend next weekend.
Elva had been bitterly disappointed as had James, and
they spoke at length over the phone. James had promised
to fly Elva off to the sunshine at the earliest
opportunity, once this project had been completed. He
promised her sun-baked beaches, long cold Margarita's
and enough new clothes to last the entire vacation.
Elva had smiled weakly at the end of the telephone; his
offers were a poor consolation to her real needs. She
needed him there, to hold and to love and next weekend,
albeit early, was not enough to satisfy her.
But common sense had to prevail and there was no point
in James making a journey would in all reality, end up
being cancelled or diverted. He had been putting in
some long hours on this project, working seventeen
hours or more per day in order to achieve the deadline
for the project. Whilst he could relax on the plane, it
was still tiring and by moving on to his next
destination (which was not affected by snow!), he could
make a big indent into the coming weeks tasks and have
an extra couple of days next weekend.
Resigned to the fact she would be without her husband
this weekend, Elva hung up the receiver and sat in the
lounge. In the corner, the TV displayed its images
silently, the speakers on mute and Elva sighed heavily.
Her heart felt like lead and a wave of depression
engulfed her like some ghostly shadow. It was a
situation that was beyond the control of either of
them, but it didn't help Elva's feelings. A long
weekend next weekend was still good to look forward to
but it seemed an eternity away.
Elva picked up the TV remote, flicking through the
channels, looking for something interesting to watch,
something that would distract her mind from the misery
she felt. She was in no mood to watch hockey, the news,
re-runs of old favourite TV situation comedies or black
and white movies.
Hitting the off button, the room suddenly felt lonely.
At least the moving pictures in the corner of the room
had been some kind of company, something to keep her
sanity intact. With the TV off, she felt like she was
completely cut off from the rest of the world, a
castaway within her own lounge. Her heart felt empty
and she wanted to cry. Winters were bad enough, long
dark nights, cold winds and unsociable weather.
With James away, it had accentuated the sensations
within her. It was unusual for Elva, she was not one to
wallow in sadness and she grown accustomed to the
Canadian climate. But here and now, she longed to be
back in Europe where she had grown up. Winters often
seemed more bearable but was that just because she had
family back home? At least they would have been
company.
She sat, lost in her own thoughts for some time,
mulling over in her mind various trivial matters that
she had yet to attend to. Sending the curtains to the
cleaners, replacing the spare tyre on the car, writing
that letter of complaint to a newspaper about some
article that she had found offensive were all matters
to be addressed only, right now, she couldn't be arsed!
Elva sat on the sofa and dozed briefly, her mind too
active to sleep properly. Thoughts and daydreams
disturbed her, though, as she battled with her own
inner emotions of right and acceptable. She opened her
eyes and sighed deeply again, accepting the fact she
was to spend yet another night on her own when the
telephone rang. Even if it was a marketing phone call,
it would be someone to talk to, Elva reasoned with
herself. "Hello" she said as she answered the phone.
"Hi honey, it's me again!" James' voice echoed through
her ears. Instantaneously, all Elva's troubles melted
like a sudden thaw and her face lit up. It was so good
to hear James' voice again. Elva wanted to laugh and
cry at the same time, such was the roller coaster of
emotions she was experiencing.
James couldn't sleep and, anyway, had to be up early to
catch a train to another city as part of the next leg
of his project. Despite his fatigue and his mind
focused on his job, he could tell from Elva's voice
something was wrong and he gently probed, teasing the
information out of her. Elva confessed to being lonely
and missing him terribly. James felt the same, too.
Globe trotting was much more fun when you had the love
of your life with you and he wished he could have
brought Elva with him.
He would have been happy to pay for her tickets and
hotel accommodation but the itinery would have been too
gruelling for her. In fact, it had been a little too
gruelling for James but he had to put up with it, his
job and his big fat bonus depended on it!
"You need to get out, mix with people," James had
suggested, aware that Elva, despite being a confident
woman, did not always feel comfortable going out on her
own. Sure, they had loads of friends that would have
been happy to entertain Elva for the evening but Elva
felt she would not want to impose herself on friends
without an invitation. Given that the only phone calls
today had been from the kids calling in from University
before they went out on the town, the only other calls
had been from James. Not even an accidental wrong
number!
"Surely you've had at least one invitation," James
argued.
"Well, I've had one invite to a party but..." Elva
began but James interrupted her.
"Well, there you go then. You won't feel unwanted if
you've been invited."
"But you don't understand..." Elva protested,
"...it's... how can I say? It's not one of those
parties!"
"Nonsense!" James scoffed. "Go along and enjoy
yourself."
"But I would be the only person without a partner" Elva
objected.
"Every time we've been out together, you've never found
it difficult to make new friends. Your beautiful smile
always warms people to you" James responded. There was
a short pause. James was right, in all the years they
had been together, Elva had never been short of
company, finding it easy to mix and socialise with
people although she was aware that some of that
attention had not always been welcome. She was a mature
woman now with grown up kids, yet still she attracted
male attention like some supermodel half her age and
that had caused her some concern. With James beside
her, she had found it easy to brush away unwanted
attention.
"But there's this guy who will be there and I think
he's got the hots for me!" Elva blurted. Confession may
be good for the soul but Elva wished she had kept the
information to herself.
"But his partner will keep him in check, you'll see,"
James said in his best mellow voice.
"I'm not sure his partner will be there," Elva said,
coldly.
"But I thought you said you'd be the only attendee
without a partner?"
There was a short pause.
"James?" Elva opened.
"Mmm?" James murmured.
"I think I've been invited to a wife swapping party!"
There was another short pause. Then, without warning,
James burst out laughing.
"What's funny?" Elva said, her manner of annoyance
overtaking her frustration.
"How can you swap when your partners are not there?"
James chuckled.
"Oh, I don't know the technicalities, but they all
grope each other and disappear for a few hours with
strangers and things."
"How do you know all this?" James asked, his interest
perking up. There was another short pause.
"Er... I went to one last week" Elva eventually
responded. "Only by accident" she added, swiftly.
"Did anyone make a pass at you? Were you groped or
mauled at all?"
"Err...no, but..."
"So what's the problem, then?" James asked with all
innocence.
"It's not the norm is it? Anyway, it's not my cup of
tea."
"Answer me this. Is there going to be food, drink and
people socialising together?" James' voice was calm and
mellow. You could tell he was a good mediator, human
resources was in his blood.
"Yes, but..."
"And are you capable of saying 'No'?" James
interrupted.
"Yes, but..."
"You know there is an unwritten rule or etiquette at
those sort of parties? They respect anyone who declines
to join in. So if you say no, they will respect that."
"How do you know that?" Elva asked, flabbergasted that
James should be so worldly wise.
"Come on, now!" James said lightly, "If I have read
that in the broadsheet news papers, I'm sure as hell
you would have read that in one of the many ladies
magazines you read at the hairdressers or wherever!"
Elva was about to protest when it dawned on her that
she had read that some where in an article some time
back. What James was saying did tend to ring true a
little.
"So here's the deal. You dress yourself up like you're
a princess, OK? Wear the prettiest, sexiest, most
revealing outfit you dare and go and tease them. Make
them want you so much they are begging on their knees!"
James suggested. In his mind, he could visualise Elva
in her strapless dress or her tight top and matching
short skirt that showed off her lovely long legs. He
felt himself hardening within his own pants and hoped
his breathing rate was not making him sound like a
perverted phone caller dialling some premium rate
number.
"Oh, James, I'm not so sure" Elva protested but without
conviction.
"Come on! It'll be fun. You can tell me all about it
tomorrow," he urged.
"I'm really not up for this" Elva replied, her half
hearted reply seeming so weak, it was more of a token
than a genuine objection.
"You said yourself that you craved company. So, it's
not quite what you had in mind but it has to be better
than staring at four walls, hasn't it?"
Elva wanted to come back with some smart retort but her
mind was blank. James was right, she craved company and
attention but she was not sure she was in the mood for
a load of flirting, middle aged bank managers and
lawyers eyeing her up and considering their chances,
especially when James wasn't there to protect her. So
why did she feel so excited?
Elva's thought process had left the phone silent just
long enough for James to seal the deal.
"So what are you waiting for? Go and get changed and
call that cab. You don't want to be late and miss any
of the action. Oh, and if you meet anyone that I know,
keep an eye on them. I could use a little inside
information like that, it could help secure me a pay
rise without having to travel half way round the
world!" he joked.
Whilst Elva would like to have found an excuse to stay
at home, the pile of ironing would be her only
distraction and that did not excite her. Sure, she
could catch up on some reading, she could read the
magazine story about a threesome again, or... she could
go and witness it for herself.
"OK!" Elva nodded with the phone in her hand.
"Good." James said enthusiastically. He was getting
more and more aroused by the idea himself and he so
wished his plane had been able to get him home to join
in. He'd been badgering Elva about this sort of thing
for years and now an invitation had been received, it
seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. In fairness,
it was only that Elva was lonely that the invitation
suddenly became attractive.
"That's settled, then!. You can tell me all about it
tomorrow when I call. Don't forget to leave in all the
graphic details!" James confirmed.
James terminated the call and Elva suddenly felt
excited like she was going on a first date. She scolded
herself in her mind for acting juvenile and quickly
rang the cab company to book a taxi. She gave herself
an hour to shower, dress and do her make up, ensuring
she had Gerry's card to hand. He had written the venue
on the back and it was an area of town not too far
away.
Ensuring she had her purse, keys, cell phone and
substitute make-up, she nodded to herself in
satisfaction. Checking her hair in the mirror and
adjusting her jewellery, she looked at her reflection
smiling back at her. James had always told her she was
at her prettiest when she smiled and despite
everything, she could see why James had made the
comments. Her smile displayed her lovely teeth and
sensuous lips, and even her eyes smiled. She smoothed
non-existent creases out of her dress and tuned
sideways.
No longer was she a frumpy middle aged mum, she was a
young looking, sexy lady with an erotic smile and a
shape to die for. Her bust stood out over her waist and
she felt comfortable with herself. She was not a see-
saw dieter, she just ensured she ate healthily so she
didn't gain any weight and if she did, it was easy to
lose it again. Many women struggle in this area but
Elva had found the balance and she looked a million
dollars for it!
The doorbell rang, suddenly bringing her out of her
trance. The cab was right on time and Elva reached for
her things, placing her warm coat over her shoulders.
Was she doing the right thing or not? Tonight would
either be a catastrophe or an interesting experience
but right now, Elva was unsure how it would pan out.
She recalled what James had told her, that if anyone
invited her to join in, she could say "No" and her
decision would not be challenged.
She opened the front door, the cold icy air in total
contrast to the warmth from inside the house and she
realised that the lifestyle of these other people was
in contrast to her own lifestyle. But just because it
was five below freezing, it didn't stop her from going
out. With that logic stuck in her mind, she stepped
into the cab and gave the driver the address.
Learning curve
Eighties dance music played in the background and the
air was heavily scented with some sweet incense
intermingled with an element of chilli which suggested
the food was a hot buffet. Unlike the previous party,
everyone mingled with each other, not stuck across some
stuffy dinner table.
The gentlemen were suitably attired, smart suits and
flamboyant ties seemed to be the order of the day,
whereas the ladies were wearing anything from elegant
ball gowns to clothing more commonly seen on the
average whore.
A tranquil atmosphere was ably aided by the flowing of
some beautiful Italian wines and specially imported
European beer not to mention the mature French Cognac
and Elva wondered just how much money some of these
people had.
The hostess had answered the door and kissed Elva on
both cheeks as though they had been friends for ever
yet this had been the first time they had met. Elva had
been ushered in swiftly to reduce the cold penetrating
the lengths and depths of the house. And what a house!
It seemed like a mini hotel, such was the size of the
place. It must have had a dozen bedrooms easily, each
en-suite judging by the room sizes and grounds that
would take a couple of gardeners in full time
employment busy throughout the year.
A drawing room that could easily have been used for
seminars or other presentations was the main gathering
area, with an array of canapés and other tempting
nibbles distributed around the room. The many windows
still had the curtains open but the house was so well
shielded from the street by bushes and trees in the
grounds, that even the six million dollar man would
have had trouble seeing in!
As Elva made her way towards the drinks table to get
herself a glass of fresh orange juice, several people
smiled and nodded acknowledgement and she wondered if
any of them actually knew her. These people seemed like
the super rich, oil magnates or property developers,
stock brokers or Government officials and they just
oozed wealth. Elva wondered if the hostess could have
cut down on the lighting as the dazzle from a few
thousand carats of diamonds round one ladies neck would
have provided sufficient light to guide a Boeing 747 in
to land!
Elva took a glass of wine and turned back to face the
room. Was she getting used to the fact that these
people were groping each other quite openly or were
they just being a little more subtle? Hands of aged
gentleman against the pert buttocks of their friend's
partner was quite strange as Elva watched a guy either
side of the blonde woman move their hands down and give
her buttocks a pat and a squeeze. But then, neither
party removed their hands.
Further more, the partner of the blonde was not only
oblivious to what was happening to his betrothed, but
was necking with the woman next to him who could easily
have been mistaken as his mother.
At the doorway, a familiar figure appeared and Gerry
stood, brandy in his hand, surveying the scene before
him. His neatly combed hair and freshly shaved chin
added an element of innocence to his rugged looks,
combining charm to his angelic appearance. He'd give a
nod of acknowledgement to the odd individual and the
occasional peck on the cheek to a passing lady whom
Elva assumed he knew but from her recent experiences,
that was no guarantee.
Gerry scanned the room and his eyes made contact with
Elva's. Both of them smiled simultaneously and he
marched over to see her, kissing her on both cheeks
which, Elva assumed, was all part of the etiquette.
"I'm glad you could come," Gerry said, his voice
sincere and genuine.
"I nearly didn't," Elva confessed before sharing with
Gerry the grim details that James had not returned home
for the weekend, as planned. Elva had become a little
emotional, talking about her absent husband and she
struggled to hold back the tears. Gerry, always the
perfect gentleman, listened with interest and
compassion before taking Elva in his arms and allowing
her the privilege of weeping a little. Emotions like
that were always better once they had been let out
rather than being locked inside the psyche. Elva felt
the tension go in blessed relief and she began to feel
awkward.
"Sorry!" she apologised, "I'm just being a stupid
little girl!"
"Nonsense!" Gerry retorted, "You need to let these
things out, else they'll manifest into god knows what!"
Gerry grinned.
Elva suddenly felt at ease. Gerry seemed a decent bloke
and knowing a little about his background and his
terminally ill wife, she could imagine Gerry shedding
the odd tear every now and again. They were both
lonely, both with partners who, for totally different
reasons, were not able to attend that night.
"Come on, let me show you around. It'll help take your
mind off things" Gerry insisted, taking Elva's hand and
leading her into the main hallway.
Elva would still have thought the place looked like a
hotel, the only missing items being a payphone and a
stand with leaflets promoting local attractions. The
carpet was a deep scarlet colour with swirling patterns
and as they walked, they almost sank into the deep pile
like some woollen quicksand. Fine art adorned the
walls, mostly landscapes of the Rockies or the great
lakes and marble statues on plinths were strategically
placed to hide electric sockets.
Gerry led Elva into what was normally a dining room
which was subtly lit with concealed ceiling lights and
an array of candles in elegant candelabras, each one
consisting of enough precious metals to have cost the
same as feeding a small nation, Elva mused to herself.
A handful of people were in the dining room all
engrossed in deep conversation and Elva overheard
comments about the recent credit crunch being likened
to premature ejaculation which was probably the
weirdest analogy she had heard. She witnessed one of
the ladies, a youngish woman with peroxide hair and an
obvious boob-job whisper to her husband who then rolled
his eyes skywards.
"Can't it wait?" Elva heard the guy say. His wife shook
her head vigorously.
"Sir Ian, would you mind if my wife were to suck your
cock now? She says she can't wait!"
"Be my guest, m'dear!" the posh English accent replied
and as the conversation continued, the peroxide blonde
sank to her knees and proceeded to unzip the knighted
gentleman and, in full view of everyone, plunged his
semi hard cock into her mouth.
"Steady on, old girl. You'll make me spill my brandy!"
he said, to the amusement of his fellow guests as her
movements became more intense. With unbelievable ease,
the blonde woman had engulfed his entire length into
her mouth and half way down her throat but the
gentleman continued in his conversation as though
nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
Elva turned to look at Gerry who looked back at Elva
quizzically.
"Problem?" he asked innocently. Elva thought for a
moment. Yes there was a problem, this was not normal.
Not in her life style anyway, maybe it was normal for
Gerry. Yet as much as she wanted to feel repulsed, Elva
needed to stop and watch the action.
"What will happen?" she heard herself whisper to Gerry.
"Oh, I expect Sir Ian will be the perfect gentleman and
warn her before he shoots his load. Knowing Cassie,
however, she'll get confused whether to stop or carry
on and it'll end up all over her dress and her hair. By
ten o'clock, she's usually just in her panties and bra
because her outfit has been covered in spunk!" Gerry's
conversation was so matter-of-fact, he could have been
talking about a cooking recipe or his golf swing.
"Let me show you the kitchen," he said, almost pulling
Elva away from the scene before her. The kitchen was
almost as big as the dining room they had just vacated
and bright spot lights shone onto the solid marble
floor. Trays of food covered in tin foil sat on work
surfaces and half finished bottles of expensive wine
sat deserted along side the food. Small bowls of
peanuts, pretzels and other nibbles were spread about
for people to graze on but Elva found herself shocked
to see amongst the food, small bowls containing a
selection of condoms of every type.
"Help your selves!" the hostess said as she sped by,
winging her way back into the party armed with a tray
of olives and samosa's. Elva had been unsure if the
hostess had been talking about the food or the condoms.
Probably both, Elva assured her self.
In the kitchen, two groups of people were deep in
conversation about the Olympic games and the middle
east crisis which, ordinarily would not have been
unsurprising, had it not been for the fact that the
host was completely naked, wearing only a bow tie
around his neck and a red ribbon around his flaccid
(but still very large) penis. He flitted between the
two groups topping up their drinks and receiving long
lingering kisses from the females he aided.
One of the ladies was clearly pregnant and probably in
her final trimester and had been the subject of some
discussion.
"I think old Henry is the father," one of the guys had
said loudly. The group chuckled out loud.
"No way, I reckon John's the father," one of the women
suggested.
"Probably both of them..." the pregnant woman joked,
"...especially if it's twins!" She rubbed the palm of
her hand across her bloated belly as she spoke.
"Well, you did accommodate both of them at the same
time, darling" the expectant father added.
"It's not yours then, Ted?" another person added.
"No, he was buried in Paula's pussy at the time,
weren't you?" the host added as he returned to the
group.
"I hope you'll be there for the birth!" a female voice
enquired of Ted.
"If all the potential fathers were present, there'd be
no room for the medical staff!" the host suggested.
Polite laughter drowned out more of the conversation
and Elva turned to examine Gerry's expression but he
remained unbiased and almost unaffected by the content
of the conversation they had been privy to.
"Is this for real?" Elva asked, her eyes searching for
a sign that this was just a wind-up, that she was being
teased, or for some unusual sign like flying pigs to
tell her it was just a dream. But no signs appeared and
Gerry looked back at her with concerned eyes.
"Of course this is real. This is a whole scene or life
style... some call it a life preference... that many
people conform to. Oh, I used to think it was just
wierdo's, you know? The hippy type, free sex and all
that stuff or strange people with handlebar moustaches
and no personality who liked to share their wives and
partners as it was the only way of getting laid. But
this is so much different" Gerry concluded and somehow,
his voice seemed genuine, not like some "hard-sell"
executive, but said with genuine feeling and belief.
"How is it different" Elva heard herself saying. She
almost couldn't believe she was showing such an
interest in what previously she would have thought of
as sleazy. Gerry paused for a moment as he reflected.
"Well..." Gerry began, "...the whole thing is very
disciplined. No means no, end of story." Gerry smiled
inwardly as his mind churned over the experiences he'd
had. "What is more, there is none of what I call
'Hollywood Syndrome', you don't have to be perfect with
silicone boobs or immaculate hair. We all have some
imperfections, look at me!" he joked. "Middle aged,
overweight and greying hair, yet I've had the time of
my life."
Elva smiled back, feeling that Gerry's sincerity was
for real and as he spoke, she felt she was being
educated but not lectured to. She realised she had a
lot to learn and that the swinging scene was not just
some flash-in-the-pan fad that would soon be out of
vogue. This was something that had been about for ages
and was here to stay and she wondered how much more
there was to learn and see. This was going to be some
learning curve, she mused to herself.
"Perfection is good, though, huh?" Elva enquired. Gerry
smiled at Elva but it was a pained smile.
"Perfection is good but un-natural. It's like going to
the store for your groceries. The pre-packed food looks
fantastic but it's full of additives to make them seem
perfect, yet the best thing for you is natural like
fruit and vegetables!"
Elva stared at Gerry, amazed at his odd simile. Yet
Elva could understand his point and he had gauged her
level perfectly.
"Everyone here cares for one another, too" Gerry added,
aware of the potential for an awkward silence. "Things
are kept... polite," he added after a brief pause. "You
know? We ask permission if we can indulge and offer to
use condoms and so on. The new members are the most
vulnerable, especially the guys. Interestingly enough,
it is the guys who feel most threatened and the ladies
who feel most at ease, certainly in the initial stages.
But as you become more involved in the swinging scene,
it becomes natural."
"How can it be natural to have sex with strangers when
your own partner is there watching?" Elva scoffed. The
question was a good one but generated from Elva's
conscious mind, trying to give the impression she was
still very sceptical.
"Because it is just sex!" Gerry said bluntly. There was
another short pause.
"How do you mean, just sex?" Elva asked, unhappy that
Gerry's answer was way too inadequate for her own peace
of mind.
"Do you and James make love?" Gerry asked openly. Elva
seemed shocked by the question but tried to hold her
composure.
"Yes! Of course we do," she blubbered, feeling her face
grow intensely warm as she blushed.
"Are you planning any more additions to your family
though?" Gerry continued with his questioning like some
over zealous cop!
"No!" Elva almost shouted.
"So why do you make love to James?" came Gerry's
question. Elva paused but only momentarily.
"Because I love him," she replied with conviction.
"But before you were married, did you have sex with
other men?"
"Err...yes, but many people do these days," Elva said
desperately, trying to justify her youthful actions.
"And these other guys, were you planning to marry any
of them and have them father your children?"
"No! Not really. I guess I fancied them a bit, else I
wouldn't have... you know..." Elva said, her
embarrassment returning and she left the sentence
unfinished.
"Did you love any of them? I mean, really love any of
them?"
Elva thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"No, I didn't," Elva confessed.
"So why did you have sex with them?" Gerry asked, his
question still as blunt as before.
"I'm not sure. Because it was fun, I guess," she
concluded. Gerry smiled broadly.
"Exactly!" he beamed and his voice sounded warm again,
the bluntness evaporating into the blue yonder. "You
had sex because it was fun but it wasn't until you
properly fell in love that your actions of sex became
love making. You see, making love and sex from the
outside seem identical but they are not. Making love is
sex, but with emotion. Both may feel good and you may
even care about the person you are having sex with, but
you add love into the equation and the sensation is
totally different."
Elva nodded, comprehending Gerry's analogy. She could
see his logic, albeit she still did not conform to his
lifestyle choice, as he phrased it, but the rationale
seemed feasible.
"We can all get bored in our lives. Look at me! I
studied medicine at college and got my doctorate and
you know what I do? I run a media company! How far
removed from medicine is that? But in all my years, I
have never been unfaithful to my wife behind her back.
She introduced me to this scene before she fell ill and
at first I was appalled at her motivation. You see, she
told me she needed to experience something else in her
life.
She married me when she was only twenty and she was
still a virgin. The most she'd ever done before was
kiss and fondle and she'd missed out on her youthful
experiences that many of us enjoyed. She'd often
wondered what it would be like to experience different
guys, young ones, old ones, well endowed ones, even
black guys. So she met a friend who was part of the
swinging scene and brought me along to a meeting."
Gerry paused as he reflected on his first experience of
a swinging party.
"Go on!" Elva urged, her interest increasing and she
felt her panties start to moisten.
"At first, we just watched and we both got aroused that
we ended up making love to each other but with the
others watching us. It felt natural and not
distasteful, which took us both by surprise. Then she
asked if she minded if she sucked another guy whilst I
made love to her and before I knew it, she had three
guys around her and she took them all, one in her mouth
and one in each hand. It was too much for me and I
ejaculated quite quickly but she was still in need of a
climax or two and as I became flaccid, she asked if one
of her new 'friends' could finish her off.
"I agreed and soon, all three of them had, in turn,
entered her and brought her to climax whilst emptying
them selves in her in the process. My instinct was to
leave, to run away from the repulsion I knew I should
feel yet my heart told me to stay. That was my first
experience of sloppy seconds and after that, I couldn't
get enough.
"In the end, it was me begging her to come to these
parties so I could make love to her whilst she was full
of other men's sperm. And to me, the reason she agreed
to this perverted request was because she loved me. In
fact she still does and that has only increased since
we've been part of this scene," Gerry concluded. He
looked at Elva for her reaction, scared he might have
gone too far but Elva had been hanging on his every
word.
"I understand now," Elva confessed. This was not an
endorsement by any means, but Elva could see why some
would be attracted to this lifestyle.
"Come with me," Gerry urged, taking her by the hand and
leading her up the wide, swirling staircase to the
first floor landing. A corridor with the same deep
carpet spread out in both directions but Gerry headed
off to the left with Elva hurrying behind him. There
were three doors on each side of the corridor, each one
ajar and noises emanated from them all. Gerry poked his
head round the first door and, satisfied is was
appropriate to enter the room, pulled Elva in behind
him.
The room had a soft, warm yellow glow of candle light
and the aroma of essential oils filled the room like a
summer's breeze. Shadows flickered on the ceiling,
intermingling until the shape had no form like some
ghostly cloud.
Gentle moans of pleasure, both male and female, added
to the erotic ambience as naked bodies writhed with
each other on a king-size bed, mixed with the sliding
sound of flesh against silk.
Elva's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the subtle
lighting and it took her a while to realise there were
two ladies and four guys entertaining each other, with
a fifth guy stood at the side of the bed smiling and
holding his erection in his hand.
Silently, Gerry manoeuvred Elva so she had a better
view and he stood behind her, his arms casually around
her waist. Elva inhaled deeply as she watched, the
scene before her continuing despite the arrival
spectators. It seemed the group were un-phased by the
presence of Elva and Gerry and they continued to
pleasure each other, with hands and mouths and
genitalia.
Elva was surprised when she saw one of the guys had
been blessed with an organ that should by all intents
and purposes be classed as deformed. It must have been
almost eleven inches in length and the girth was so
big, Elva guessed she would have needed both hands to
grip it with. But it was the fact that it was bent to
the right like a boomerang, that something of that
magnitude being entered into any female would certainly
have caused pain and discomfort.
Elva's jaw dropped as one of the ladies, a short haired
brunette with what appeared to be red streaks, spread
her legs and guided the offending erection into her
bald pussy with ease. The penis reached maximum
penetration with ease and as the woman gasped, Elva
gasped with her.
Caught up in the atmosphere of the moment, Elva had
barely noticed her hands rubbing her own crotch,
enjoying the sensation as her already damp panties
became moister with her own juices and excitement. Her
pussy ached and she wished James was with her, to
address her needs.
Elva watched as the woman then took the second guy's
erection and allowed her tongue to orbit its head, the
saliva and pre-cum mixing and glistening in the dim
light of the room. Murmurs of pleasure filled the air
and as the woman began to be fucked with greater force,
so her oral stimulation of her other partner increased.
Elva felt a warm tingle flow through her veins as she
could almost feel the climax for the female
participant. Elva's breathing was as laboured as she
would have expected had she been involved herself and
as she moved her hand away from her crotch to her
breasts, she found her access blocked by Gerry's manly
hands. She had not noticed he had subtly moved his
hands up her waist and cupped her ample breasts,
arousing her and making her nipples erect like little
flower buds. Shocked but aroused, Elva was momentarily
bewildered as to how to react. She knew she should
brush his hands away immediately, to slap him in the
face or something.
Yet the sensation was adorable and just what she needed
as she watched the pornographic images before her.
Before she could object, Gerry had moved his hands
inside the material of her dress, feeling her breasts
through the soft material of her bra. Her breathing
intensified as with expert ease, Gerry slid the lacy
material to one side, revealing the full delights of
her breasts to his gentle fingers, rolling and tweaking
her nipples until they were rock hard, just like his
own cock as it pressed against the material of his own
pants and into the small of Elva's back.
Before her, the woman had changed position and was
about to receive double penetration but from the angle
she stood, Elva was unable to ascertain if she was
taking both erections in her pussy or taking one of
them anally. Aware of the temporary relief of Gerry's
hands on her bosoms, she felt pleased yet disappointed.
The stimulation had been delightful and had really
aroused her, much more than she would have anticipated.
Her relief, however, was temporary as moments later,
she felt her dress falling to her ankles. Gerry had
unzipped her at the back, again without her knowledge
and now she stood in her stockinged feet and her
underwear.
Elva should have gone ape-shit at this but she
surprised herself by remaining calm and non
confrontational. Gerry's hands returned to her breasts
and Elva moaned out loud at the sensation. God, it felt
so good! It felt just like James' hands, even down to
the stroking of the underside of her breasts. She
closed her eyes and imagined James standing behind her,
kissing her neck, arousing her and teasing her, turning
her on before taking her in his arms and laying her on
the bed before giving them both lots of pleasure. In
her minds eye, she could see James' smiling face and
that little sparkle that appeared in his eyes at those
times of intimacy.
Almost oblivious to the reality of her surroundings,
Elva didn't flinch as she felt the clip of her bra
being released and her rapid breathing became slightly
easier without the bra compressing her chest.
She felt soft, gentle hands caressing her breasts and
instinctively, she thrust her buttocks backwards,
grinding her hips into Gerry's as though her actions
were merely in reflex. Gerry began to nibble her neck,
his lips soft and moist. His freshly shaved face felt
delightful against her cheeks and his warm breath, with
an aroma of red wine, ricocheted off her skin making
her feel she was in a tropical climate, despite the
volume of snow outdoors.
On the bed, the second woman who had been lying down
and having her pussy eaten by the other two guys, had
been watching Elva and Gerry. She had recognised Elva
from the other day. She had been attending these
parties for almost a decade but could remember her
first time and how apprehensive she felt and could see
those same fears and concerns in Elva's eyes.
Sometimes, it takes a woman to understand a woman and
Kate could see Elva's predicament. She sat up and
whispered to her two male companions who then looked at
each other and nodded in agreement.
In silent unison, the guys stood up, stark bullock
naked, and walked over to Elva and Gerry. They all knew
Gerry of old, he was a regular but his hot date tonight
was new to both of them and it was evident that she was
experiencing her first lesson in swinging like some
mature student.
"Excuse me..." the guy called Jack began, "...but we've
made some space if you'd care to join us." The second
guy called Andy extended his arm indicating the space
they had vacated for them. Despite the heat of the
moment, Elva rebelled momentarily. Things were
progressing too far and too quickly for her and she
stood her ground.
She remembered the etiquette, that no means no. But
Kate smiled as she sat up and patted the silk sheet
next to where she lay and regardless of her mind
telling her otherwise, Elva moved forward and squatted
on the side of the bed near where Kate was, the
sensation of security flowing through her. Elva, too,
had recognised Kate and that had added an element of
confidence to Elva's actions.
"Just for a few moments, OK?" Elva said out loud, more
for her own benefit than anything else.
"Of course, sweet heart!" Kate responded kindly. She
remembered how she had been reluctant at first, and how
she thought it was evil that her husband would want her
to be intimate with other men. But Kate had realised
very early on that this was not just about sex, it was
a social network that had plenty of additional
benefits. The network had helped people connect with
business associates, suppliers of raw materials, legal
advice, tax advice, money lending at advantageous
rates, friendship and companionship.
"Is this your first time?" Kate asked gently. Elva
nodded.
"You're doing just fine, honey," Kate cooed, "You go at
your own speed, ain't no one gonna rush you."
Elva nodded and they both smiled.
"I find the best way to start is to relax. Just lay
back, close your eyes and imagine you are in your
favourite holiday destination soaking up some sun,"
Kate suggested before returning to her own partners.
She lay down beside Elva and smiled again. Jack and
Andy returned to their arousal of Kate's pussy which
was becoming more challenging as the bed rocked from
the other threesome's actions.
"The tide is a bit rough today!" Jack joked.
"Certainly some swell," Andy laughed back. Sex was
supposed to be fun and there was no mistaking the fun
both Jack and Andy were having.
Elva lay on her back and closed her eyes, just as Kate
had told her, and in her mind, she was imagining a sun
soaked beach, golden sand and a Pina Colada at hand.
She could almost taste the cold fluid quenching her
thirst and the sound of breakers crashing to the shore.
A deserted beach with just a few surfers out in the
water for company completed the mental scene and Elva
could feel herself relax.
The aroma of sun lotion filled her olfactory nerves and
she felt moist slippery hands gliding over her body,
across her breasts. She opened her eyes momentarily and
Elva saw Gerry with a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic in his
hand, covering her body in cool oil. She looked at the
shadows on the ceiling again, the surreal images mixed
in with the holiday scenario made her wonder if they
had slipped some Lysergic Acid or GHB into her drink.
Was she hallucinating? Was she really in control of her
own actions?
Somehow, she just knew Gerry was totally honest and
reliable but Elva wondered how she could have got
herself into a situation like this. Oh, she was not a
prude or anything, but in her wedding vows, she had
promised in front of witnesses to keep only to her
husband as long as they both shall live and this was
going further than she ought to have gone.
Elva had made up her mind that she was going to stand
up, collect her things and leave, making her excuses
and letting them all down as gently as she could. But
her body refused to obey her mind, her body over-ruling
the thoughts.
"OK, I'll give it five more minutes," she said to
herself, "But if Gerry goes any where near my vagina,
I'm out of here!"
Elva returned her thoughts to her deserted beach, the
hunky, good looking life guard in his barely there swim
shorts, his tanned muscular body with just the right
amount of body hair and his sexy accent. She imagined
how, had she been younger, how she might have
considered removing her bikini top and watching to see
if the life guard noticed.
She imagined that his very brief swim wear would
struggle to conceal his erection and how she would
covertly observe the tip of his cock appear from out of
his pants, her own eyes hidden behind dark sun shades.
She imagined teasing the life guard, licking her lips
and spreading her legs, throwing her head back and
brushing the hair from her face so with both arms above
shoulder height, her breasts would be thrust forward.
Elva had never really considered herself a flirt,
although she could hold her own in any flirting
contest. She longed for her youth again and felt pangs
of sorrow that she was no longer a green graduate or a
flirty thirty.
Lost in her own thoughts and depression of impending
middle age, she had not noticed Gerry gently sliding
her panties over her hips and beyond her ankles. It was
only when Gerry's oil clad fingers entered her that
Elva drew in a sharp breath of delight. She opened her
eyes wildly and looked around, confused momentarily by
what was happening. She was now naked and being
fingered by someone she had only known a few days which
was beyond her comfort zone. She should stand up right
now and leave.
Elva remained on the bed, however, as Gerry's expert
fingers aroused her like she had never experienced
before. James was a great lover, fantastic in bed and
always brought her to climax. But Gerry's approach was
slightly different and because it was not what she was
used to, it felt divine.
Andy had noticed the look of pleasure across Elva's
face and he gestured to the others to take a look. Jack
was already aware and was leaning across to nibble
Elva's nipple. Elva should have felt repulsed, she had
not even been formally introduced to the other guys and
had only known their names from the mutterings as Kate
had encouraged them to lick or suck her. And now, these
strangers were pawing at her, touching her intimately
like some cheap whore only with more respect.
Elva willed her body to move, to rise from the bed and
leave but her body continued to defy her. Her sensory
nerves were working fine, sending signals to her brain,
registering the pleasure that she was receiving, yet
her motor nerves had gone on strike, failing to respond
to her brain's requests to move. She felt trapped, a
prisoner in her own body and ordinarily she would have
felt terrified but Elva's mind continued to over-rule
her emotions.
Elva concentrated really hard and found she could move
her hand over her recently trimmed pussy, noticing how
the labia were as wet as she could ever remember. With
all her might, Elva placed her hand over the opening of
her pussy, endeavouring to protect her innocence as
best she could. She had tried to utter the word "no"
but her throat seemed to be incommunicado with her
senses, only murmurings of pleasure leaving her lips.
Kate and Jack had been watching, aware that this could
be Elva's first experience of swinging and was showing
no outward signs of objecting. To the contrary, she had
even placed her hand across her pussy and spread her
labia to Gerry as he lowered his face and began to lick
at her sopping wet cunt.
Without needing much persuasion, Jack had positioned
himself by kneeling either side of Elva's head,
noticing how beautiful she looked. She may have spent
hours in front of the mirror, applying make up and
doing her hair but Elva was the sort of woman who
needed very little help to make her look good, her
beauty was natural. Jack removed his condom so his
penis was bare and lowered his hips towards Elva's
waiting mouth.
Elva felt something against her cheek and a shadow had
covered her face. She had closed her eyes momentarily
as Gerry had eaten from her pussy and her eyes shot
open to find Jack's bulging organ millimetres away from
her face. Above, in what seemed to be a surreal
distance away, Jack's smiling face beamed down at her
and voice seemed to echo like some dream portrayed in a
movie.
"Open you mouth," he was whispering and obediently,
Elva complied, allowing Jack access to her oral cavity.
Almost instantly, the cavity was filled with Jack's
throbbing member, taking Elva by surprise. She was no
killjoy but oral sex was never her favourite. As far as
she was concerned, the penis was meant to enter her
vagina and nowhere else. Elva was of the opinion that
anything that excreted unpleasant fluids like urine
should be kept away from mouths. She wouldn't have
dreamed of kissing a toilet, it would be unhygienic so
why would she place something like a penis into her
mouth.
But still her body defied her, failing to reject Jack's
cock as it filled her mouth but she found the cock
smelt and tasted clean. Like herself, Jack must have
showered before attending the party and she could taste
clean shower gel or soap, sweetly scented and mixed
with just a hint of testosterone.
Elva had previously been repulsed at the idea of giving
a blow job and had no intention of changing her opinion
but Jack was in no hurry and Kate was very supportive.
"Close your lips around it," Kate said gently and Elva
shuddered at the thought.
"Go on!" Kate urged gently and Elva found herself
obeying Kate, comforted by Kate's confident persuasion.
Elva closed her lips around Jack's erect cock and she
was surprised by the strength of Jack's pulse that she
could feel along the entire length of his penis. The
slimy smoothness of his penis head met with the warm,
wetness of her own tongue and both parties had sudden
sensations of pleasure. Elva had never been a fan of
this sort of thing but suddenly, her innermost fears
were being addressed and overcome.
The concern that a penis would taste vile and that
semen would be jettisoned down her gullet without
warning were merely horrors from porno films of the
past, or the lurid tales from certain magazines or web
sites. Jack was a perfect gentleman, ensuring Elva was
comfortable and with some encouragement from Kate, Elva
found herself rolling her tongue over Jack's purple
cock head, sucking and licking before reaching up and
cupping his balls, feeling the sensation of his hairy
scrotum in her soft, velvety hand.
So engrossed was Elva, she had forgotten about her
other hand which had been trying in vain to protect her
pussy and Gerry had taken advantage of the opportunity,
his tongue deep inside her most private crevice. It was
only when Gerry had stopped to strip off that Elva
realised what was going on.
"No, you mustn't," she pleaded with Gerry, having
removed Jack's cock from her mouth and despite the
words leaving her lips, there was little conviction in
her voice.
But a 'no' is a 'no' and Gerry, Kate, Jack and Andy
abided by her wishes but not without some discussion.
"Don't you like Gerry licking you down there,
sweetheart?" Kate asked, her eyes quizzical and her
brows frowned.
"It's just that..." Elva blurted, trying not to sound
pathetic with some weak excuse, "...my husband doesn't
know about this type of party."
"You're new to this?" Kate asked but the question was
made more as a statement. "Then maybe you deserve to be
pampered!" she declared.
With that, Andy and Jack both turned their total
attention to Elva, rolling her over onto her tummy and
from out of nowhere, some essential oils were produced
and both men began to massage her back, rubbing all her
tensions away. Their oil clad hands slid smoothly over
her shoulders and back, around her sides and down to
her hips before crossing over her buttocks and up her
spine before the cycle began again. The smell of aroma
therapy oils mingled with the Hawaiian Tropic and
scented candles, making a cocktail of olfactory
delight.
Elva felt Kate stroking her hair as though she was some
oversized pet, and another pair of hands which she
guessed was Gerry's, was massaging her calves and
thighs, teasing her by stopping just short of her
pussy.
Elva could feel herself relaxing, almost like all her
tension was oozing away with each exhalation and she
found herself almost in a state of meditation, her mind
lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as her
body slowly sank into an almost hypnotic state.
Elva felt Gerry's hands rising up her thighs and Andy
and Jack's hands all converging towards her buttocks
and when the all began to probe at her anus and pussy
she was so relaxed, Elva had not the energy, nor
inclination to stop them. Fingers entered her various
holes, gently and painlessly as their digits were
covered still in the aromatherapy oils from earlier.
With out a care in the world, Elva found her excitation
levels increasing again and as the fingers probed, so
her breathing became more laboured. Elva opened her
eyes but the shadows from the dim candles and the
volume of flesh around her made it almost impossible to
fathom out what was happening. She had not been drugged
but it still felt unreal, like she was in a dream or
having an out of body experience, watching herself from
another angle as though she were merely a spectator,
not a participant.
She felt her hips being raised and, so she discovered
later, Kate had crawled beneath her and began to lap at
her pussy. Sometimes, it takes a woman to know how to
treat a woman and Kate was happy to oblige. Elva was a
new member to the unofficial club and was entitled to
the full works.
With her arse in the air, she felt the male hands
spread more oils over her skin, smoothing it into her
skin and her holes.
"Because your husband is not here, as much as I would
like to, I will not put my erection into your pussy,
OK?" Gerry mumbled. Elva grunted back her approval, her
head was buried face down in the silk sheets and was
not really in a position to indulge in conversation.
Anyway, Kate's tongue was divine against her clitoris,
flicking over her erect little bud with gentle
ferocity.
"But I am sure..." Gerry continued, "...your husband
would not object to this." In an action that was
incredibly swift, Gerry had placed his penis against
Elva's anus and with subtle force, began to penetrate
her arse. Elva would never have credited herself as
being able to accommodate an erect cock up her arse and
certainly not without pain. She had yet to realise that
the massage had relaxed her body muscles so much that
she had been able to accommodate Gerry's dick with
ease.
It took a few moments to register quite what was
happening to her, Kate's oral stimulation confusing her
temporarily. Shock hit her like a wet fish, and she
drew breath sharply as though she were in pain yet
there was no pain. Gerry eased his pumping actions and
Kate suspended her clitoral stimulation whilst Elva
acclimatised herself to the ordeal she was
experiencing.
Her previous anal endeavours had been incredibly
painful and she had considered it perverted. After all,
it was only homosexuals who stuck their dicks up each
others arses, wasn't it? Whilst Elva was not biased
against the gay community, she found the entire thing
unpleasant and had shied away from anal sex. Yet here
she was with a virtual stranger up her shitter and she
was enjoying it!
Gerry had resumed his pounding of her arse although he
was pacing himself so as not to cause Elva any
discomfort. In fact, his anal stimulation together with
Kate's actions were bringing Elva to her first climax
of the evening and almost without warning, her body
caved in to the sensations, losing her muscle control
as the climax wracked through her body with such gusto,
Gerry was in grave peril of losing blood flow to the
tip of his cock for several long seconds.
Elva's body relaxed after the wave of climax had
flushed though her but her relaxation was only
temporary as within moments, Andy had lay down next to
her and manoeuvred his way beneath her, lifting a knee
and sliding underneath Elva's body.
"You need a cock in your pussy, dear lady," he
suggested and looked into her eyes for approval. Elva
opened her eyes and saw Andy's face, seeing for the
first time the scar above his right eye yet within his
eyes, there was no contempt, but plenty of passion. His
manner was not arrogant, nor aggressive, but none the
less, there was an element of urgency and
persuasiveness that encouraged Elva to nod.
And indeed she knew she needed to be fucked, her pussy
ached for a hard cock to penetrate her, fill her pussy
and excite the nerve endings within. Yet the question
was somewhat loaded as Elva only wanted James to fuck
her, to fill her with his erect cock and bring her to
climax again and again, like he had done so for all
their married life.
But with Elva's nod of agreement to Andy's question
which they had all witnessed, Andy lowered Elva on to
his throbbing erect penis, gliding in without
resistance. Elva gasped suddenly, not with pain but
with pleasure.
It felt like Andy's cock had somehow become fastened to
Gerry's cock as they rode her, pounding her holes
gently but oh, so deep! Elva closed her eyes, savouring
the sensation. She had never had sex with more than one
guy at a time before in her whole life and could not
imagine a reason why she would have wanted to... until
now!
God, it felt divine and her flesh suddenly became
covered in goose bumps but these were not down to the
cold outside the window, but the sheer pleasure Elva
was experiencing. Nerves she never knew existed
suddenly came to life, registering untold pleasure. She
gasped for air, fearing she would pass out as her
excitement increased with her physical activity.
She found herself pumping her hips to and fro and which
ever way she pushed, it just felt even better. Thrust
down and Andy's cock went deep into her pussy, push
back and Gerry's cock thrust deep into her arse, his
balls ricocheting against her buttocks in the process.
"Do you like double penetration?" Gerry whispered in
her ear as he leaned forward and tweaked a nipple. Elva
threw her head back in pleasure.
"Oh, yes!" she whispered and for once, it was not a sub
conscious statement, the confession was straight from
the heart. Yes, she loved it and the realisation sent
her into her next climax. Her love for James was
undeniable but right now, her need for sex overpowered
her emotional needs. Her body quivered as the climax
rattled through her every muscle and immediately her
climax retreated, so the guys continued to pound their
way into her holes. This was going to be a very long
evening.
More snow
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly made
coffee and hot, buttered toast mingled with the scent
of some flowers James had wired from another continent.
A small collection of brown envelopes looked back
menacingly from the kitchen worktop, bills from various
utility providers and household expenses adding to the
futility of having to get up each morning. It seemed
that no sooner had you paid your bills when the next
batch arrived, waiting patiently for their turn for
some attention.
Elva grimaced at the analogy, remembering how just a
few short hours ago, Andy, Jack, Gerry and even Kate
had fought for some attention and to offer some
attention, too. Elva tried to push the memories from
her mind, confused and ashamed of her actions. She was
married to James so how could she become involved in
such a sordid experience. She was old enough to know
better and should be well versed in saying "no!" to
guys she felt were too pushy. She was a decent, sweet
girl and deserved better than just being some one's
meat to fuck.
Yet it had not been cheap and tacky, it had been a
beautiful and enlightening experience. All her lovers
last night had been perfect, ensuring her every need
was catered for and that she felt appreciated and
desirable. But that had not made her feel any better.
Hell, she felt like shit and not because she was tired.
She had left the party exhausted and it was not until
she was sat in the back of the cab coming home, that
she noticed the time was almost 4am.
Elva had fears that she would spend the rest of the
week walking like John Wayne, legs bent at the knees.
She still felt like Gerry's dick had been severed off
and left in her rectum and each time she sat down on
the toilet, semen dripped out from one or more of her
orifices.
Elva felt disgusted that Gerry, a guy she felt she
could trust, would bang her up the arse and that Andy,
a total stranger, should put his erect penis into her
open pussy. Yet she had put up little resistance and
had allowed him not only to enter her, but without
protection which she thought had to be out of order
within the swinging scene. It was only later that she
discovered that she had inadvertently given a club sign
that a condom was not necessary, the palm over the
pussy suggested that her hand was the protection and
once removed, it was all systems go!!!
Elva stirred her coffee, looking at her reflection in
the black liquid and wishing that last night had never
have happened. She felt more than just fatigued, she
felt miserable that she had cheated on James. She knew
she had to tell him and that it was all just a big
mistake but how the hell would he take it? There he
was, thousands of miles away working his nuts off to
earn them a good bonus so they could enjoy them selves,
and here she was being shafted by three virtual
strangers.
Memories of how Jack had somehow been able to get close
enough to Andy and how they had managed to get both
their cocks into her in one go, whilst Gerry continued
to bury himself in her arse hole. Elva shook her head,
hoping the physical action would jumble her thoughts up
so they would not be so painful to remember. But the
memories and the mental pain continued.
Elva looked at her plate of toast, steam still rising
from the food and the aroma should have made anyone
begin to salivate. But Elva had lost her appetite and
she pushed the plate away from her as though it was as
offensive as her thoughts.
Happier memories flooded Elva's mind, her and James on
holiday, the birth of their children, the happy times
they had enjoyed as a family. She smiled inwardly to
herself as she pictured James' smiling face grinning
back at her but her smile faltered as to how he would
take the news that she had been unfaithful and in such
an extreme manner. How would she break the news to him?
Should she wait until he got back home? How much should
she tell him? Should she keep it as a secret between
them?
Elva knew she could never be so cruel as to with-hold
secrets but she knew the truth would be painful, for
both of them. Her mind juggled with thoughts as her
toast continued to get cold. In the background, the
radio played background music which could have been
absolutely anything but Elva had not been paying
attention, her mind had been focused on how she would
approach the confession and apology.
She yearned for James to be with her right now, by her
side to comfort her and hold her. She needed to beg for
his forgiveness yet she also felt aggrieved. Had he not
been away on business, this whole darned thing might
never have happened; and had it not been James who had
encouraged her to go out last night? Yes, it was his
fault all right and it would be he that would be made
to suffer. Elva had planned it all out in her mind.
She continued to replay the conversation in her mind,
nodding like Laurel and Hardy might when she got the
patter right. She had to be strong, stand up to James
and tell him, honestly, what had happened, how it
happened and how she was not totally to blame. She
busied herself around the house, attending to chores
and doing jobs she had been putting off for so long. It
would be better to do boring jobs than continue to sit
and wallow in self pity.
But as the hours drew on, her heart began to sink and
her resolve began to falter. All the preparation from
earlier was beginning to cause her nerves to jangle a
little and when the phone rang, her heart almost
stopped. She walked over to the phone and just watched
it ring a few times, as though the caller might hang up
and call back later. The ring tone persisted and
slowly, Elva reached out her hand to the receiver.
Her arms trembled like she was shivering as she placed
the receiver to the phone.
"Hiya honey, it's me!" James' voice squawked in
excitement. "How's it going?"
Elva paused for a few moments before responding.
"Fine! Fine!" she reaffirmed. "When are you coming
home?" Her question was blunt and with little emotion.
"I'm on a midnight flight out of here so should be back
home in say, thirty six hours or so," James replied.
His manner was light and he sounded full of gusto,
happy that he would soon be home with his lovely wife.
"What's the weather like?" he asked, interrupting any
train of thought Elva may have had.
"What? Oh! More snow!" she said as her mind deciphered
James' question.
"No chance of sun stroke, then!" James replied with
humour. Elva smiled. James could always press the right
buttons and make her smile, even in her darkest
moments. She recalled how wonderful it had been to meet
James, his fun loving outlook and his ability to see
sense, cutting through the nonsense and applying logic
to everything. Elva remembered how meeting him was a
breath of fresh air. Her ex-husband had been a selfish
shit and couldn't even be bothered to satisfy his own
wife between the sheets. Despite producing kids with
the guy, Elva had only known orgasm through her ex
boyfriends and the work of her own fingers. That was,
of course, until she met James.
He had swept her off her feet, shown her true love and
affection and taught her how to have fun again. With
James, Elva felt like a teenager again and she would
never have considered having an affair or anything, not
like she had been tempted into with her first husband.
James was considerate and affectionate to the extent of
almost being embarrassing when out in public. They were
for all intents and purposes, middle aged yet James
loved to hold her hand in public. He used to joke that
the reason why he held Elva's hand when out in public
was that if he let go, she'd go shopping and spend
money!
But she had inadvertently slipped up and had cheated on
James without his knowledge and as much as she wanted
to blame him for what had happened, he had been
thousands of miles away. The fault was not his, she
reasoned with herself and painful memories of an ex
husband trickled into her thoughts for a moment or two.
"Are you OK, honey?" James asked. There had been a
pause in conversation, the awkward type you get when
one party has a difficult question to ask or to make
some confession. James' heart began to thud in his
chest. What had she done? Had she smashed the car or
lost her purse? It was unusual for Elva to be so mute
and distant. It was against her own persona as she was
usually the life and soul of the party, not overly
flamboyant but certainly not this reserved.
"Uh? Oh, yeah!" she replied, limply. "I'm fine, just
really missing you."
"Are you sure?" James' voice delved.
"Hurry home!" she pleaded. James was still uncertain
about Elva's responses but he was a good day and half's
travelling away and was unable to do anything, anyway.
He felt totally useless being so far away and he could
tell in Elva's voice that something was not right.
"I'll be home as soon as I can, honey!" he affirmed and
after a few pleasantries, the line disconnected and
Elva was plunged back into the silence of her own
little world.
She had tried to make sense of what had happened, how
this was totally different from when she had an affair
when she was on her first marriage. Then, she had
actively gone out seeking someone who could bring her
to climax, to make her feel special and loved. But
James had been nothing less than an attentive husband,
both in and out of the bedroom. He had been kind,
considerate and loving, taking on his share of the
chores whilst ensuring that her needs were catered for
between the sheets and it was this that had depressed
her the most. James was not deserving of her
indiscretion and she felt guilt like she had never felt
before, not least because these men had been able to
entice her to do things she had shied away from with
James.
Her willingness to accommodate their needs had
surprised her and Elva wondered if there was a dirty
little slut hiding deep within the psyche of every
woman across the globe. How they had been able to
unlock her innermost passion and open her mind to
alternatives remained a mystery to Elva.
In reality, however, unless she confessed to James, he
would never need to know about her escapades and she
was sure she could engineer it so he would never need
to meet any of these characters again. Canada was a big
country so it should be easy enough to hide away. Yet
she knew, deep down, she had to tell James. She owed
him that, at least.
Sighing deeply in desperation, Elva gazed out of the
window into the bleak dark night beyond. She chuckled
humourlessly to herself as her eyes fell upon the cold,
white flakes that glistened in the light from the house
as they fell, silently onto the millions of others that
had fallen over the last couple of hours.
"More snow!" she muttered to herself.
The waiting game
The temperature may still have been sub zero but at
least the snow had stopped and a temporary gap in the
clouds permitted a little winter sun to brighten the
garden. Trees and garden furniture stood proud of the
snow which had disguised most of the garden, casting
shadows over much of the surrounding area. An
occasional winter bird flew by, settling on a branch
and sending another small flurry of snow from the
branch onto the ground below.
Elva mused that at least it hid the grass which was in
need of a good mow, anyway and she feared that she
might have caught a dose of James' sense of humour.
Even in her darkest moments, James had been able to
lift her spirits with a little dose of humour and a
laugh and a joke and he knew just when the time was
appropriate. If nothing else, James was a great
"people's" person and could gauge with pinpoint
accuracy an individual's personality and what they
would find offensive. He was great at deciphering if
someone was feeding him bullshit and was confident in
his approach with such people. It had been these
personality traits that had enabled him to ascend the
ranks of his profession and command the position and
salary he did; and it was these very same traits that
Elva was dreading as James would be able to see through
any façade with ease.
Elva looked at the clock and sighed deeply again. James
had called from the airport to say they had touched
down and as soon as he had cleared customs, he'd be in
a cab home. Elva paced the floor like an expectant
father and wondered if it really were true that she
could wear a rut into the fabric beneath her feet! She
had made herself several cups of coffee, more as a way
of busying herself rather than to quench any thirst.
Aware of her frustration, she collapsed onto a sofa,
reaching for the TV remote and flicking through the
stations aimlessly. Moments later, she switched it off
again and reached for the magazine she had read a
hundred times over. She flicked blindly through the
pages, hoping to find a column or paragraph she had not
seen before, her eyes swiftly scanning the text. She
turned the page and she found the article about
swinging and wife sharing and her heart almost stopped.
Elva had almost forgotten about the article and she
quickly turned the page before slamming the magazine
closed. She sat back on the sofa and closed her eyes.
She would have to throw the magazine into the trash
before James got home in case he saw it. That would
never do!
Elva sighed deeply again. She opened her eyes and gazed
at the clock again.
Strangely, whilst Elva was dreading bringing the
subject up, she needed to get it all off her chest as
quickly as she could. She loved James and that love was
unequivocal and absolute and she needed to communicate
that to James, but that she had succumbed to pleasures
of the flesh and it had all happened so fast and by
mistake. She held her hands together in silent prayer
that he would forgive her sins and that they could
remain as close and in love as they had always been.
Time, only, would tell. The last thirty six hours had
been hell and now the time was up and she needed to be
in full confession mode.
Elva knew that her confession would be painful, not
just for James but for her, too. Reliving the
experience was not something she was relishing, yet it
had to be done. Rather like cleaning shit from the
toilet bowl, it's going to need to be done sometime so
why not get it over with. After all, this sort of shit
is not going to be easily flushed away!
Pain or pleasure?
James had gathered Elva in his arms as she had opened
the door to him and he hugged her like he'd not seen
her for decades, for that was how it felt to James. He
hated being away from Elva for so long and especially
when he was on another continent. He couldn't give a
damn that he was letting all the heat from the house
escape into the sub zero atmosphere. Hell, it had been
too darned long without his wife for James to worry
about a little global warming! His kisses were deep and
lingering, tasting Elva for the first time in almost
two weeks and his eagerness was akin to a teenager on a
first date.
"Steady on!" Elva joked as she pulled away from his
embrace. "It's as well I haven't got guests around to
welcome you home!"
"You could have the entire population of the country
here..." James smirked, "...I'm not embarrassed about
showing the world I love you!"
Elva disengaged herself and wiggled her lovely arse
down the hallway, leaving James to struggle with his
luggage which had been ceremoniously dumped on the door
step. He dragged his cases in and slammed the door
behind him, feeling warm again for the first time since
the plane touched down. Got, it was great to be home
again and he kicked off his shoes by the door, noticing
the snow on them already beginning to leave small
puddles on the hallway floor.
The air had a scent of freshly made biscuits and coffee
and as he made his way to the sitting room, he found a
welcome breakfast awaiting him. He felt like some
military hero returning from the battlefields.
"Oh, it's so good to be home!" he said, earnestly and
he went to put his feet up on the coffee table. A look
from Elva, however, made him change his mind and, in
fairness, after thirty six hours of travelling, his
feet were the last things that should come anywhere
near fresh biscuits.
"I'll run you a nice warm bath in a minute," Elva
suggested and she saw that sparkle of love in James'
eyes.
"I've missed you, honey" James confessed, pulling Elva
by the arm until she toppled on to him. He kissed her
again and held her soft, warm body close to his. It
felt divine and he instantly felt young all over again.
He was fatigued from the volume of work and the
stresses of travelling. Yet he also knew his fatigue
could be deferred for a couple of hours and he had just
the solution.
"Come to bed with me!" he asked in a boyish way. Elva
was not a big fan of men pleading, she thought men
should be rugged and strong but James was not acting
wimp-ish, but more subtle and considerate. He was
asking in case she had other plans for the morning or
if she was not in the mood.
Elva had been in two minds. She had experienced sex a
couple of days earlier and she had felt dirty and cheap
because of it. But Elva knew that she should because
not only would it prove to James that she loved him,
but also that he needed some attention and that to deny
him would probably leave him in a bad mood for some
time. Right now, she needed him to be cheerful. Her
confession would piss him off enough, she thought.
"On one condition," Elva replied, cupping his cheeky
chin in her hand, "Go and have that bath first!" She
gave him a playful slap on the cheek before standing
and marching off to run him some water. She stopped at
the doorway and looked back at his longing eyes. "You
can have a shave, too!" she ordered before
disappearing. James sat up on the sofa and saluted like
an army general before reaching for a hot biscuit.
Biting into the snack, he smiled as the sweet, buttery
biscuit melted on his tongue, nodding his head in
appreciation. Yes, it was good to be home and nothing
could take away that feeling of belonging.
Half an hour later, James had enjoyed a good long soak
in a hot bath and had dragged a blade across his
stubble until his face was smooth again. It was strange
how something simple like a bath and a shave could
raise his spirits and he wandered back into the bedroom
with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Elva had been sat on the bed, awaiting his arrival and
had changed into her night clothes with a dressing gown
wrapped around her. She smiled at James but her smile
was humourless and half hearted.
"Hey, are you OK honey?" James asked, rushing to her
side. Elva looked down at the floor and nodded, weakly.
"Yeah, I've missed you lots, that's all," Elva said and
she could feel her eyes beginning to well up. James
took her left hand and squeezed it, feeling her wedding
ring on her finger. Heck, he was so lucky to have her
as a wife.
"Yeah! Me too," James replied. Despite the fact he had
been so busy in his work whilst abroad, he had still
missed Elva and had installed one of his favourite
photo's as his wallpaper on his laptop.
"I love you," Elva confessed, kissing James as she
spoke. James kissed her back and the kiss was a long,
lingering kiss. Tongues touched and entwined and their
kissing became more intense and passionate, neither
wanting to terminate the kiss, breathing heavily
through their noses. It was Elva who pulled away first.
"Make love to me," she begged and James smiled. He
resumed the kissing and they both lowered themselves
onto the bed. Elva's head touched the pillow first and
memories of smooth, silk sheets from the other night
became so vivid in her mind, that she inadvertently
gasped in shock.
"You're sounding horny!" James muttered, assuming her
gasp was as a result of his return home. Without
waiting for a reply, James resumed his kiss and he
slowly tugged at the towelling belt of her gown,
freeing it with relative ease and expertly throwing
open the material to reveal Elva's sexy night wear. She
was wearing an outfit he had bought her for Christmas
which she had yet to wear in bed, a two piece set which
had cost a lot of money in relation to the amount of
material involved. James smiled inwardly to himself
that he still thought it was worth it. He placed a hand
on her tummy and stroked her skin which felt soft and
warm. His hand moved slowly northwards towards the twin
peaks that were Elva's breasts.
Still with his tongue locked around hers, James
continued to stroke and massage her torso, noticing how
every time his hand moved an inch closer to her
breasts, the material offered no resistance.
Elva's breathing was beginning to become laboured, too,
and she moved her hand towards the towelling robe that
concealed the monster within. With no finesse, Elva
tugged at the towel which swiftly separated from itself
to reveal the erection she had grown to know and love.
Almost instinctively, Elva reached her hand down and
touched his firmness, remembering with pleasure every
ridge and nobble on his erect penis.
James' hands had now reached Elva's glorious Rocky
Mountains and he began to caress her breasts, gently
squeezing her nipples so they were hard. This felt so
normal to Elva, especially after the events of a few
days ago, yet normal was good, this was a nice normal!
Right now, James was what she wanted and he was not
about to disappoint her.
Elva closed her eyes in pleasure as James continued to
arouse her, his expert fingers glided over her soft,
warm skin, his tongue as delicate as butterfly wings as
he teased, slowly making his way south to the valley
between her legs. Like his chin, her pussy had been
freshly shaved, a habit she had gotten into a long time
before at James' request. He had a dislike of body hair
on her and whilst Elva had no preference either way to
pubic hair, she accommodated his request, soon getting
used to the initial itch feeling. Now, it was the norm,
rather like brushing teeth twice a day, and Elva was
happy to please her man.
Elva could feel her tension mounting and her first
orgasm was only moments away when things began to go
wrong. James had moved down the bed a little so that he
was now positioned between her legs and as he massaged
her thighs, he leant forward and kissed her bald pussy.
"Aargh!" Elva yelped in reflex, almost leaping off the
bed. James looked physically shaken. He'd never had
that response from a woman before, especially not Elva.
They had been married for...it didn't matter how long;
she had never ever reacted like that before. James
wondered if he had hurt her, rushed her or something.
Maybe she had a twinge of pain or something. Yet only
seconds before, she was in seventh heaven, responding
favourably to his advances before the pleasure turned
into pain.
Elva sat upright on the bed, her arms covering her
breasts as though trying to hide her modesty and her
eyes looked forlorn.
"What's up, sweetheart?" James asked with concern
across his face. James' own heart had altered rhythm,
doing everything from a waltz to the can-can!
"Nothing!" Elva lied. James could see darkness in her
eyes and he recalled the strange silence on the phone a
couple of days earlier. Something was wrong, he just
knew it and whatever it was, it was spooking Elva to
the extreme.
James moved back up the bed and sat next to Elva and
she tried to avoid his gaze, fearful that he would look
into her eyes and see into her very soul. She felt so
depressed, the secret she held inside was tearing her
apart yet she knew James would have to know. She loved
him too much to keep it from him but by the same token,
she was reluctant to spoil the fantastic relationship
they had enjoyed for so many years. She felt the weight
of the world on her shoulders and only one thing would
ease that pressure. She had to confess to James her
indiscretion and she knew it was going to be painful.
"James?" she began, her opening gambit more of a
question than a statement, "I have something I need to
tell you. Please promise you won't be angry."
James' heart sank. What was she about to tell him? Had
she contracted some terminal illness? Was she pregnant?
Was the house about to be repossessed?
"I won't be angry, I promise," James affirmed. They
looked at each other in desperation, neither knowing
what was about to be said. Elva took a deep breath and
began.
Hail Mary
The restaurant was busy and waiters rushed around like
worker ants, taking orders back to the kitchen and
delivering platters of freshly cooked fare to the
diners who waited eagerly for their meals to arrive.
Gentle music played in the background and candles on
the tables added an element of serenity to the
atmosphere.
A half empty bottle of wine sat on the table between
James and Elva next to a fresh carnation in a tiny
vase. Elva looked more relaxed than she did earlier and
her eyes had returned to normal. She had broken down
and wept as she told James what had happened with
Gerry, how he was lonely due to his wife's terminal
illness and how he had introduced her to various people
who indulged in swinging.
James had been surprised to discover how some of their
mutual friends and other known characters from the
community indulged in swinging but James had not felt
repulsed. To the contrary, he found the entire thing
most erotic and he listened with baited breath as Elva
continued to reveal how Gerry had taken her to watch
some couples indulging in a room, how she had become
lost in the moment and started to touch herself.
Between her sobs of remorse, she told James how Gerry
had undone her dress and fondled her and eventually got
her naked.
James had been shocked by her revelations but he was
not angry. He could never be angry with Elva, it was
not part of his nature. Over the course of the next
hour, Elva had told James how Kate had encouraged her
to relax and how she had experienced (and enjoyed) girl
on girl for the first time. Elva revealed how she had
found herself shortly with a cock in her arse and
another in her pussy, how none of them had used a
condom and how she had even taken a cock in her mouth.
Elva had also been surprised, not just by James'
understanding and compassion, but also by the fact her
retelling the history of events had aroused her.
Confused by her mixed emotions, she and James had made
love and it was as good as she could ever remember. It
was as though some magic had been sprinkled into their
lives, some concoction that made them feel so much
closer. Even their kisses were delivered with greater
passion, like they really appreciated each other more
than ever.
Elva's fears that her indiscretion would tear them
apart had been rinsed away as their relationship seemed
to have become stronger, their love making more
intense. James had found Elva's retell as erotic as he
had ever known, and he had asked her to tell him again
and again the things she had done whilst they made love
to each other. Thirty six hours of travelling should
have left James fit for nothing but with Elva, he felt
rejuvenated as they ground their hips into each other,
flesh on flesh.
They had made love for several hours, eventually
falling into a deep sleep in each others arms. When
they awoke, they smiled at each other and kissed before
making love again. Despite the long sleep, Elva was
shattered, both physically and emotionally, so James
decided to treat his wife to a night off from the
cooking, booking a table at their favourite restaurant.
They had continued to talk about the swinging parties
and each time they did, Elva felt less and less
tearful. Her soul was being cleansed and it made her
feel better, although she could not understand why it
still aroused her.
James, too, had found the continued discussions
arousing. He knew that within every woman, there is a
hidden persona waiting to escape and sometimes, it just
needed the right trigger. He had been endeavouring for
many years to find the right buttons to press and
despite having a lot of fun experimenting with her,
Elva had never acceded to his requests. But maybe he
just needed to approach it from a different angle. He
had often wanted her to indulge in oral sex, anal sex
and group sex. It was not that he wanted to degrade his
lovely wife; on the contrary, he loved her as much as
he could ever remember and since her revelations, his
love had only grown stronger.
Many years of marriage can sometimes leave both
partners a little bored, they had tried everything,
done everything and had run out of ideas. James had
often broached the subject of oral and anal but Elva
had been unreceptive to his suggestions. He had also
discussed the idea of Elva being fucked by another guy
(or guys) and Elva had assumed it was nothing more than
a bit of dirty talk as James usually discussed this
whilst they were making love.
She had kept her self free of body hair for him, she
had worn sexy lingerie and had endeavoured to please
James, but she was very conscious of her attractiveness
and as a mum with grown up kids, she felt it
inappropriate to wear short skirts and the like. She
was quite tall with long legs which James had pleaded
with her to show off but Elva worried about the
attention she might receive. In fairness, she enjoyed
getting the stare from guys several years her junior
and watching heads turn. It was nice to know you were
still seen as a horny woman but she was totally devoted
to James and didn't feel comfortable with other men
ogling her.
James never stopped encouraging her to dress sexily but
Elva never felt pressurised. She knew her own mind and
she had her barriers. But since the swinging parties,
Elva and James discovered that barriers can be moved
and anything was possible.
Elva smiled sweetly at James as the waiter took away
their plates and James refilled her wine glass which
Elva had attacked with zest. After what she had been
through, she needed a drink!
"I love you," James said, reaching out and taking her
hand, feeling the wedding band on her ring finger
again. Elva smiled and blew him a kiss across the table
before removing her hand to take the desert menu from
the waiter as he returned.
They ordered deserts and the waiter rushed away and
James pondered on the idea that if table-waiting was an
Olympic sport, this waiter would probably win Gold!
"Do you really still love me? After what... you know?"
Elva stammered as she raised her wine glass, hoping the
red liquid would hide her emotions a little.
"I'll never stop loving you," James confessed.
"You mean you forgive me?" Elva affirmed. James nodded.
"Of course!"
"You're not angry with me?" she asked, incredulously.
James shook his head.
"Not even a 'Hail Mary'?" Elva asked. She smiled her
naughty smile, the one she kept for when she was being
a minx.
"Not even a 'Hail Mary'..." James smiled, enjoying his
wife flirting with him, "...although I do have some
conditions." Elva's smiled wavered.
"And they are?" she asked tentatively.
"Firstly, do you still love me?" he asked.
"Of course I do" Elva replied, placing her glass down
and reaching across to touch James' hand. They looked
into each others eyes and they could see the love
within and it was comforting for both of them. Nothing
had changed, their love was as solid as anything.
"Secondly..." James continued, "...I'd like us to go to
one of these parties together. I'd love to see first
hand what goes on and if there is anyone else I
recognise!" Elva stared at James, her pupils suddenly
becoming wider.
"You...you... you can't be serious?" she stuttered.
"Why not?" he countered.
"Err...well... I'm not sure I'd be comfortable in those
surroundings" she confessed. Elva found the idea
distasteful yet her arguments were weak, almost as
though she wanted to be talked into going again. She
had no feelings for Gerry, other than some compassion
for his poor wife being ill, yet she felt OK in his
company. Sure, he'd encouraged her to watch and indulge
and she felt let down he had abused her innocence yet
she felt herself dampen in her panties again. James had
suggested they go and watch and that seemed harmless
enough and Elva secretly felt she would like to see
some more.
"You'll be fine because we'll go together. I'll look
after you!" James assured her and despite her
reluctance, Elva found her self nodding in agreement.
What the fuck was wrong with her, agreeing to go to a
swinging party with her husband in light of what
happened last time? James smiled and held a gasp as she
nodded. Could she really be in agreement to go to a
swinging party with him? He wanted so much more than
that, he had imagined Elva being fucked by strangers
many times before, it had been one of his fantasies for
several years but getting Elva to agree to attend one
of these functions was a first step. He'd bide his time
and see how things panned out.
"Any other conditions?" Elva asked, interrupting his
train of thought.
"Only one," James said, coldly, his eyes narrowing as
though about to make an offer that she felt obliged to
agree to. Elva felt momentarily nervous and she felt an
involuntary shiver run down her spine.
"And that is...?" she asked, her voice slow with just a
hint of trembling within.
"Let me have a spoonful of your chocolate mousse!"
James blurted. Elva didn't know whether to laugh out
loud or slap him across the face for teasing her. It
was her turn to make her eyes narrow and put on a stern
voice.
"Don't push your luck, sunshine!" she muttered, placing
her forearm around her desert as though guarding it
from the monster across the table from her. Hell, it
was good to see her sense of humour return and James
smiled before bursting out laughing. The laugh was
contagious and Elva soon joined in, receiving a host of
dirty looks from nearby diners.
Epilogue or prologue?
Elva held her breath as the climax rocketed through her
body, the first of many she would experience that
evening. James was stood behind her, his neck buried in
her neck as he kissed her as his fingers busied
themselves in her panties. Before them, the scene of
Gerry and another couple entertained each other as the
lady accommodated both guys with youthful zest.
Elva found her self learning more and more and, as a
mature student, she was surprised she still had so much
more to learn. Gerry was a patient teacher and was more
than happy for James and Elva to watch. He knew it
would not be long before they joined in and Gerry was
looking forward to experiencing Elva's pussy. She had a
tight arse and he guessed her pussy would not be that
different, which would be a delightful incentive for
him. Add to that she was probably the prettiest lady in
the entire group and was ripe for the picking, the
coming weeks were looking decidedly interesting.
Elva had discarded her inhibitions along with her skirt
and panties as James continued to arouse his wife
whilst others watched. This had been one of James'
little fantasies for some time and he had been
overjoyed when Elva had agree to contact Gerry and
obtained invitations for both her and James to attend
the next function.
Nervous but excited, James was surprised just how
candid everyone was and despite some very high profile
figures from the world of commerce, local politics and
media, there were ordinary folk within the fold, too.
If nothing else, it was also an opportunity to network
and business would be done whilst screwing a business
partners wife or girlfriend. In fact, some guys would
bring their wives and mistress and business would be
transacted with all parties being involved. Handshakes
and verbal agreements were all that were needed, the
proverbial gentleman's agreement. Contracts were
exchanged by taking the opposite's wife and returning
them next day with the legal documents for the business
deal.
James could see how even lowly people like he and Elva
could benefit with things like job offers, preferential
rates on goods and services or even a friendly word
with the local planning department. Late payment of tax
could be overlooked or parking fines excused in return
for your partners pussy but the potential was never
abused. It could have been so easy for these high
ranking people to become really corrupt, yet the
gentlemanly attitude over-rode everything else. Common
sense was king and emotions considered. Wives would not
be exchanged if they did not fancy their would-be
suitor and often, a substitute would need to be found
but the main emphasis was on fun.
Gerry had told them both that swinging resulted in
saving more marriages than it destroyed as all parties
were fully aware and involved in the scene. He told
them it was better to fuck about with your partner's
knowledge and agreement, then to go behind their backs.
Jealousy was eradicated early on as those who couldn't
get their head around the matter, left the fold
promptly whilst those who were comfortable often
remained life time members.
Elva had been amazed that some members of the fold were
in their late seventies and still active. At first, she
thought it gross that any guy would want to shaft a
saggy, wrinkly old woman until she found that their
agility and willingness to please was all a man wanted.
Elva could connect with that, her first husband had
been a totally selfish shit and would have been happy
with any woman who took his seed with no demands.
James had enquired how bad the jealousy could get and
Gerry had relayed anecdotal evidence of what he had
seen. Elva had been disturbed by Gerry's stories until
Gerry told them these were as common as rocking horse
shit. In the general, all parties consent to the
activity and were happy. A 'no' was still a 'no' he
reminded them, although Elva made a mental note to
learn more about the etiquette and the clubs signals.
She was still on a steep learning curve!
James had reached a hand up and cupped one of Elva's
ample breasts, noticing how her nipples stood proud and
as he unbuttoned her top, he could feel her chest
heaving with excitement. She had begged James before
they came to forgive her and James had agreed, just as
he had done so in the restaurant the previous week. He
had completed his overseas project and had worked hard
to finish his tasks early and if you work hard, you
need to play hard!
James removed Elva's top and it slid to the floor along
with her skirt and panties. Elva had obliged James by
going bra-less tonight and as the cool air met her warm
flesh, an involuntary shudder ran through her body,
part cold and part excitement. Elva knew others could
see her naked and James arousing her but in her mind,
she blocked out the negative thoughts, placing mental
barriers to protect herself initially.
She had tried to imagine just her and James in their
bedroom or in a hotel, just the two of them being
romantic and showing each other their love. But as the
evening evolved and as her second climax beckoned, the
barriers came down. She couldn't give a shit that she
was naked and being turned on by her husband in the
presence of others, as those others were also indulging
in similar activities.
Elva had wondered how James could find it in himself to
forgive her. She had never been unfaithful to James and
had been loyal and true to him for all their married
years. She had only ever had one affair and that was
when she was married to her shit of a first husband.
Could it be she was a serial offender, going off with
other men whilst married? She had doubted herself and
thought had James been unfaithful to her, she would
have felt bitterly betrayed.
James, however, was not that sort of guy which was
fantastic yet also maybe away from the norm. How could
a guy be happy with his wife fucking other men? Could
it be normal? She had broached the subject and James
had been incredibly patient with her, explaining that
it was not abnormal to fantasise about that sort of
thing. It was also common for people to want their
fantasies to come true and that was why people
indulged. It took away the need for screwing around
behind their partner's backs, stalking or any other
socially unacceptable behaviour. Whilst wife swapping
was not generally accepted, it was acknowledged and
those who indulged were generally very discrete.
It was about sex and sensation, not love. It was about
seeing their partner satisfied in different ways that
the husband maybe could not deliver. It was a way of
enabling a wife to enjoy large cocks, multiple cocks,
different coloured cocks, different positions, new
ideas and an entire range of sexual benefits that one
could not get from a monogamous marriage.
James had always imagined this day, how it would be and
what it would feel like. He wondered if he was
emotionally strong enough to deal with the trauma of
seeing Elva in the arms of another man or men, to watch
her satisfy them in the way she satisfies James
himself. He wondered if Elva would have the emotional
resolve to handle the emotion of performing intimate
acts with other guys with him just a couple of feet
away.
Until recently, James doubted she would even dress
provocatively again, like maybe she did in her youth.
But the relationship with Gerry and his chums had
reactivated Elva's darker side, the erotic, sexy slut
that festered within her persona, the hard exterior
with strong family tendencies that could switch to
horny bitch in the twinkling of an eye.
Elva moaned out loud as her next orgasm began to build,
her plateau at a stage where any moment now, she would
reach her crescendo and, with it, loose temporary
control of herself as the orgasm would take over her
body in glorious style, making every single nerve cell
tingle like a hundred million tiny pin pricks against
her soft, tender flesh. Her moaning was so extreme,
that Gerry suspended his fucking to watch as James
expertly brought her to the brink.
James noticed his audience and ordinarily might have
been bashful but this was not about him, it was about
Elva and her need to enjoy herself. With the briefest
of nods, he gestured for Gerry to join him and Elva and
Gerry willingly obliged, his lover more than happy to
accommodate the new members' needs.
Elva's eyes were shut tight yet she could sense Gerry
was in front of her and she threw her head back in
delight as he cupped a breast and gently caressed it
before plunging the nipple into his mouth, sucking and
licking simultaneously. Elva gasped for breath as James
continued to frig her, his fingers over her clitoris
like a lead guitar player's fingers over his
instrument, swift but delicate.
Elva suddenly arched her back, thrusting her torso and
hips forwards and James struggled momentarily to retain
his balance as her climax rattled through her frame
like an earthquake. She all but collapsed in James'
arms and he laid her gently on the bed, lying on top of
her and kissing her passionately.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear between kisses.
Elva smiled and reached down between them, finding his
firm erection and placing it against her love lips.
"Fuck me," she begged. James smiled down at her.
"What about the others?" he enquired.
"They can wait," she said wryly, forcing James into her
love channel.
"No they can't!" James assured her.
"What are you suggesting then?" Elva asked,
inquisitively, her eyebrows raised in exclamation.
Again, James smiled.
"I think you should show your appreciation to our
hosts," James suggested but his voice intimated there
was no room for negotiation. In silent approval, Elva
gently disengaged herself from James and rolled over
onto all fours. Gerry took up position on the bed next
to Elva, face up and she took no encouragement to mount
him, placing a knee over his hips, taking his erection
in her hand and lowering herself onto him. Gerry sighed
in exquisite delight as her moist, bald vagina slid
down onto his rock hard cock.
The second guy knelt behind her and again, without
lubrication, pushed the tip of his cock into her arse.
Elva mumbled but not in pain as the stranger slid
himself deeper into her anus, feeling the tight muscles
around his average sized dick. Gerry could feel through
Elva's inner membranes the presence of another cock
inside her and that was a sensation he'd always
enjoyed. His own wife had indulged in that once before
with him, before she became ill, and had the other guy
not been so big to have given he
r an anal fissure, she would probably have tried it
again.
But with two holes filled, James took the opportunity
to place his own hard on in front of Elva's face. She
was not a big fan of oral sex but in these surroundings
when everyone was relaxed and friendly, Elva had
discovered that things she might otherwise have found
offensive were now acceptable.
To James' delight, Elva opened her mouth and took his
throbbing cock into it, allowing her lips to close
gently around it. Elva could feel his pulse against her
lips and she ran her tongue over his cock head, really
enjoying for the first time the salty taste of pre-cum.
James mumbled incomprehensible sounds of pleasure as
Elva bobbed her head to provide momentum, whipping her
tongue across his penis head in random movements,
adding to James' pleasure whilst the two other guys
pounded their erections into her holes in an act of
double penetration.
Elva began to moan again as Gerry reached up and cupped
her tits whilst the other guy had moved a hand around
her waist, moving it down until he found her clitoris.
Elva experienced two orgasms almost simultaneously, the
second hitting her moments after the first had
dissipated. She disengaged herself from her husband,
gasping for breath like a marathon runner. Sweat
dribbled down her forehead and her body trembled with
eager anticipation of further sexual stimulation.
"Fuck me, boys!" she begged, "Keep fucking me. Fuck me
all night" she demanded. With little further
persuasion, the guys obliged, filling her holes with
their dicks and their cum, bringing Elva to climax
several times more before collapsing in a big heap.
During that time, Elva had lost her bearings as to who
was in each hole, asking only that the dicks were
cleaned with a wet-wipe before coming anywhere near a
different orifice.
"Wow! She's one horny lady," Elva heard someone say as
she fell into a short powernap between fucks and only
later would she learn she had attracted quite an
audience.
As the evening progressed into night time and then in
to the early hours of the next morning, it seemed that
other than James, her other two sexual playmates were
alternating with other members of the audience. Over a
period of five or six hours, she estimated maybe a
dozen or so guys had taken a turn of fucking her face,
arse or cunt.
It was the following lunchtime when she and James woke
up in bed together back home that she learned in
greater detail what had happened. Elva listened as
though this was a bit of gossip about a neighbour or
close friend but it slowly dawned on her that the story
was about her.
God, she felt so cheap yet she was not embarrassed
about it. She was in two minds whether to be forlorn or
proud. James ranted on like some sports pundit, leaving
no technical matter unturned and Elva realised not only
was James amazed by her antics, but proud of her, too!
He was so supportive and accepting that he even made
Elva brunch in bed. They sat, snuggled up to each other
under the duvet as they talked, ignoring the phone if
it rang or anyone knocking on the door. This was their
special time and everyone else would have to wait.
James relayed to Elva how she had experienced her first
black cock, a guy of mixed race who had been the last
one to enter her before exhaustion finally took its
toll. Elva discovered how he had struggled to put a
condom over his enormous tool and how he had entered
her from behind, choosing her pussy as he doubted if
her arse would accommodate his enormity. James told how
even he, himself, had held his breath as the black guy
had entered Elva and how he was amazed that she had
found room for him. Elva recalled something touching
her so deep inside, it had stimulated nerve cells she
never even knew existed and it was those nerve cells
that sent her into her final orgasm before she passed
out.
Elva then felt embarrassed that one of the other ladies
present had to finish the poor black guy off as Elva
was then out for the count! But at no point did she
ever feel her love for James, nor his love for her, was
in doubt.
Elva asked several poignant questions such as had James
strayed and got involved with another woman whilst she
was... entertaining.
James had laughed out loud at her question. She had
been so engrossed with the other guys, she had not even
noticed the whereabouts of her own husband! He had
initially teased her, saying he'd gone downstairs for a
pizza and to watch some TV before telling her he had
been with her all the time.
Elva had felt some relief at his revelation, not least
the fact he hadn't gone off with some floozy or
something. But her relief was more down to the fact
that James had not deserted her, left her to the evil,
wicked ways of Gerry and his buddies.
Elva was unsure when James reminded her that her body
had also been enjoyed by other ladies who had taken the
time to pleasure her yet her uncertainty was not an
uncomfortable one.
James and Elva continued to talk, however, and as the
conversation became more sordid, so their own arousal
became stronger, more intense and their breathing
became raspier.
It was James who found himself pinned down as Elva
flipped a knee across him, mounting him with expert
ease.
"Take me, big boy," she whispered seductively in his
ear as she lowered herself onto his erect penis,
impaling herself on him. She loved being close to
James, his firm thighs a by-product of his tennis
playing, thrusting themselves into her pelvis as they
writhed together in glorious copulation.
James reached a hand to her face and cupped her chin,
directing her lips towards his. Never had Elva's lips
tasted so sweet, so tender and succulent as they did
that evening. Slowly, Elva ground her hips in a
circular motion, thrusting herself deeper onto James as
her tongue entwined with his. She reached her hand to
his and removed it from her chin and placing it on her
aching nipple that was begging for some attention. Elva
could hardly believe her own feelings. She was feeling
like a teenager all over again, her heightened senses a
result of the recent over stimulation.
With tantalising tardiness, James teased her, stroking
gently the underside of her breasts before allowing his
finger to circumnavigate her areola, leaving her pert
nipple to last. Elva had tried desperately to brush her
nipple against his hand but James was enjoying the game
too much to be beaten.
Elva eventually disengaged from the kiss and between
catching her breath, almost growled at James. Aware of
her frustration, James acceded to her needs, tweaking
her nipples with a firm but gentle motion that had Elva
moaning in delight in nanoseconds.
"Tell me what it was like" he whispered to her as she
writhed on his tool. Elva felt too self conscious to
talk about her experiences anymore but James persisted.
"Tell me what it was like," he urged again. "Did Gerry
do this to you?" he asked, making his fingers tweak and
pull on her nipple. Elva might ordinarily squeal in
pain but this night, she just moaned in utter
satisfaction.
"Ooh, yes!" Elva responded and James was left wondering
if she had answered his question or was muttering her
appreciation of his efforts at arousing her.
"Did you want Gerry to fuck you?" James asked, finding
his thrusting movements becoming more vigorous with
each stroke.
"Mmm!" Elva answered which again left James uncertain.
"Did someone come inside you?" James asked as his
breathing became more and more difficult.
"They all did," Elva replied, her eyes shut as she
relived in her mind the moments of that first night
with Gerry. No longer was she ashamed of what had
happened, she was proud of her actions but only because
of James' encouragement and understanding.
"Gerry came in my arse..." Elva began, her own
breathing now so rapid and shallow she was almost
unable to talk, "...and the other two...took turns
to... fuck me and... come inside me!" she gasped, her
voice almost drowned out by the slapping of flesh as
their hips met each other with increasing pace.
"How did it feel?" James asked, trying to hold back his
excitement. He loved a bit of dirty talk whilst making
love but to have dirty talk about a genuine experience
was beyond his wildest imagination, having his wife
spit roasted on a plethora of pricks.
"Kate licked... all the come out... of me!" Elva
confessed, "...some sort of... initiation thing!"
"What was the best thing?" James asked. His imagination
was running wild and he was just moments away from
blowing his load. He had tried every method he could
remember to contain his climax but it was imminent. No
amount of recalling boring political speeches or
complex wiring diagrams could halt the inevitable.
"Having you watch me whilst I fucked other men!" Elva
gasped and as she did so, her vaginal muscles tensed so
hard with her climax, she thought she might split in
two. Her own dirty talk had toppled her over the edge
into the valley of climax. James felt her muscles
around his own throbbing cock clench tight but her
thrusting had continued and the sensation was akin to
masturbating with a vice.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as the contents of his scrotum
emptied into her waiting vagina, spurting its warm,
salty liquid deep into her cervix that until recently,
had been James' and his alone for so many years.
But Elva was not satisfied with just one orgasm; at
least, not any more. She had grown accustomed to
multiple orgasms and would not be happy until she lost
count.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her husband, the
only lover she had needed for all these years. God, she
was lucky to have him and she loved him so much.
"Are you OK?" she enquired, aware her actions and
enhanced needs could send him into overdrive and,
subsequently, into a cardiac unit. James nodded but it
was evident he was having trouble getting his breath
back. Christ, she had become so horny almost overnight!
James wondered if there was anything else she was
concealing, like some elixir of some sort with magical
powers that increased the juvenile energy that time had
slowly eroded.
"Wow!" was all he could muster between sucking in air
like it was in limited supply. He'd heard someone say
it the other night and it seemed to sum up the
excitement in one simple phrase.
"Can't you keep up?" Elva teased. James pulled her
close to him and they kissed tenderly. Elva could feel
his erection receding and she knew she would have to
wait a while but James would ensure she was properly
satisfied. He was not twenty one any more, she mused.
"You've turned into quite a minx," James stated but not
in a sadistic way. Elva looked quizzically at him again
but James smiled. "I like it!" he confirmed before
kissing her gently again.
"You've wanted me to do this for a long time haven't
you?" Elva asked. James wanted to lie, to hide the fact
that this had long been one of his fantasies but he
could not lie to Elva. He nodded his head in
affirmation.
"Why? Why did you want to watch me have sex with
another guy?" she asked and James could tell her
emotional side was kicking in. "How could you want the
one you love to cheat on you?" she completed her series
of questions.
James remained in silent thought for a few moments
before taking a large breath.
"It's like this," he began, "I've always known how
horny and sexy you are and I felt guilty that I was
keeping it all to myself. It's a bit like showing off
and because I am so proud of you and your beauty, and
the fact you are mine, I wanted to show you off." He
paused for a moment as further thoughts assembled in
his mind like soldiers on a parade ground.
"I knew there were things lurking within you, spectres
from your previous relationships that have haunted you,
restricted you from really letting go. I've known you
were holding back from all your inner most feelings and
because your ex let you down, you felt reluctant to
indulge in anything other than straight forward sex.
You've always felt self conscious about your legs,
haven't you?" he asked.
Elva nodded. She had refused to wear short skirts
despite her lovely figure and she could see how this
had affected both of their lives. It had made her feel
frumpy and middle aged and had made James feel
insignificant. He had wanted to enjoy her body and she
had refused him that privilege.
"I guess your ex must have really turned you off. I
mean the fact that you detested things like oral and
anal, I assumed had been down to him," James suggested
and Elva averted his gaze. He knew her far too well and
he had hit the nail pretty much on the head. She nodded
slowly to acknowledge his comments.
"But I knew you secretly needed to return to your
sexual potential..." James continued, "...and that if
the right situation presented itself to you, you could
really turn the corner and release some of that old
self that you have kept locked away for so many years."
Elva continued to nod as James spoke and his voice
remained calm. He could so easily have ranted and
raved, years of his own frustration building within
him, yet he was as calm as a flat sea as he spoke.
"I knew that I, alone, could not extinguish the fear
within you. I guess the fact that your ex treated you
like shit had scarred you for life. You needed to know
that not all men are bastards and that we can be caring
and loving. Not only that, but we can satisfy you
sexually as well as emotionally."
"But this situation is a bit..." Elva paused to find
the correct word, "...extreme to say the least!"
"But don't you see?" James said, sitting up a little,
"That was what it needed, like a car sometimes needs a
jump start on a cold morning. In your case, it needed a
group sex session to kick start it. I don't know why,
but it did and it worked!" James concluded. Elva hung
her eyes low and tried to avoid James' gaze.
"What's up?" he asked, concern in his voice. Had he
offended her, had he hurt her by bringing up her
previous history and her ex? He had no idea but she had
clammed up and her lip began to quiver. He sat and
cuddled her, his actions full of compassion and caring
love as he stroked her face.
"Tell me. Please?" he begged. Elva looked at him as her
eyes began to well up with tears.
"It's what you just said" she muttered. James suddenly
felt awful. He had offended her and he felt like a
right bastard.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Was it anything in
particular?" James continued to stroke her hair and
kiss her head as she snuggled into his shoulder. Elva
sniffed as she held back the tears.
"Promise you won't get angry?" she pleaded. The replay
of "Previously in your life," replayed again in her
mind but this time, the memories went back further.
James kissed her head again and whispered gently to
her.
"I promise I won't get angry." There was a long pause
whilst Elva gathered her courage to confess to James
further secrets that no one had ever been told, not
even her best girl friends. James allowed her time,
knowing she would tell him when she was ready.
"It's just..." Elva sniffed, "...when you said I needed
group sex to kick start me..." she paused momentarily,
"...when my...ex...treated me like he did and I went
off with another guy, it was a blessed release from
years of longing for something I thought I might never
experience. It was then that I began to long for..."
again she paused for a moment, "...more than one guy.
The thoughts had me feeling like a cheap, dirty slut
but the feelings never left me, they never went away.
He'd always show me off in front of his mates and let
them leer at me but he'd always leave me wanting" she
said. James remained silent for a few moments, knowing
this was Elva's chance to really open up. His patience
paid off as she continued.
"Some of his friends were really nice people and I'd
often lie in bed at night after he'd... you know?" she
paused for a moment, "...and he'd be asleep and I'd
just lie there dreaming of his mates making love to me,
making me feel like a woman again, frigging myself off
until I came. I dreamt that if I had several men
together, at least one of them would finish me off
properly. That was why I strayed from him; because I
never felt he loved me."
"Do I make you feel like that?" James asked
tentatively, not sure if he wanted Elva to answer this
question.
"No. With you, I feel totally loved and cared for." Her
answer was cold and blunt but not without some feeling.
"Which is why I felt so confused when the situation
with Gerry arose. I felt like I was on autopilot, I
swear to you, I never meant it to happen, not at first,
anyway!"
"What about now?" James asked, his mind spinning with
Elva's most recent revelations.
"Now?" she replied, raising her eyes to the ceiling as
though searching for an answer from above, some divine
message from God himself. "Now, I'm not sure."
"Not sure?" James pressed.
"I wish it had never have happened. What I did was
wrong and I feel bad that I cheated on you. But look at
us now. We're as happy as we've ever been. Maybe you
were right, I needed some sort of kick start!"
"Do you really wish it hadn't happened? You know, with
Gerry and that?" James asked inarticulately. His mind
was too full of mixed emotions to be focusing on his
grammar!
"Of course!" Elva retorted a little too fast. James
remained silent but he looked deep into her eyes and
Elva began to feel her face flush a little.
"Well, maybe a little bit..." she smiled. Her heart
fluttered like a girl with a teenage crush as she saw
James smile as well.
"Well, I for one..." James stated, starting to sound a
little pompous, "...am glad it happened!"
"Get you!" Elva replied, teasing him for his holier
than thou approach.
"I think it has brought us much closer together" James
said, his voice more his business 'no messing' voice,
the one he usually reserved for important telephone
calls. Elva looked up at him and kissed him.
"Me too!" she agreed.
"So where do we go from here?" James asked. Elva
shrugged her shoulders.
"Somewhere warm for a vacation" Elva suggested.
"How about a hedonistic week in the Caribbean?" James
said out loud. Elva winced.
"Don't you think we've had enough showing off in front
of other people?" Elva said. James looked disappointed.
"But I thought..." he started but Elva interrupted him.
"You thought I enjoyed it too?" she finished his
sentence for him. James nodded.
"Don't you think we've had enough of other people in
our marriage already this month?" Elva posed the
question. James shook his head.
"But there's so much more to experience" he bleated.
"Like what?"
"Like..." James thought carefully before revealing his
next favourite fantasy, "...like sloppy seconds!"
It took a few moments for the penny to drop and Elva
stuck out her tongue in disgust at the idea. "Yeuch!"
she blurted.
"You didn't think that when those two guys each filled
you up," James retorted defensively.
"But that was different," Elva replied, trying to cross
her arms.
"How was that different?"
"Err... it just was, OK?" Elva responded before huffing
out loud.
"But you would like to go back though, wouldn't you?"
James suggested and Elva put her palm out to stop
him... and paused. She was still deeply in love with
her husband but he had taken almost fifteen minutes and
still was as soft as an hour old ice cream on a hot,
summer's day. The idea of having her needs fulfilled by
another willing erection had been attractive to her.
The momentary pause had been enough to confirm it to
James.
"That's a deal then!" he declared. "This is not the
epilogue, this is more like the prologue!"
"Hang on a minute!" Elva protested, "What's in it for
me?"
James rolled her over on to her back and kissed her,
pressing his body close to hers, feeling her chest
rising and falling with her breathing. His cock, erect
again after a break, was back to its effective self and
its in-built sat-nav was guiding its way towards Elva's
labia which were still moist from earlier.
"What's in it for you?" James said as he pulled away
from the kiss and slipping his cock deep into her warm
and willing pussy.
"Plenty more of these," he whispered in her ear.
END
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