CHAPTER 1

Neighbours

 In the small town where I grew up, two streets of houses were separated by a field. Across that field ran a path from the back of one house to the back of another in the other street. In one house lived two sisters; in the other, a happy husband and wife, with all four living a happy harem life. This was fifty years ago when those arrangements were deeply frowned upon. That said, it worked well for all of them, and soon enough the gossip ended. 

Years later, I was staying in a fairly small and remote village in the Middle East. The children there decided to give me a welcome by setting off fireworks at three in the morning. Chaos ensued, with dogs barking, lights flashing, and people in various stages of undress rushing back from where they were to where they should be. The children were rolling around with laughter at the mayhem they had created.

 My name is Jonathan Rogers, Jon for short, and I’m married to Ann. We have been married for over 26 years, and our two children have flown the coup. We were comfortable, even boring, or so I thought. Little did I know.

 For me, it all started with a failed business trip. It was only on arriving at the airport that I heard that my flight had been cancelled. I had removed the SIMs from my mobile phone and couldn’t be bothered to queue for the overworked landline. All I could do was return home. At around 1.30 in the morning, I got home, and out of consideration for my supposed sleeping wife, quietly went into the house.

 I undressed downstairs before creeping upstairs. The bedroom door was slightly open, granting me a glorious view of a naked woman bent over the foot of the bed. She had her nose and tongue between the cheeks of another woman who was on all fours. I recognised the woman being licked as my wife, Ann, who was, in turn, expertly giving head to a man sitting at the top of the bed, eyes closed, with fingers entwined in my wife’s hair.

 For a moment or two I looked on in shocked silence as the three of them performed, blissfully unaware of being watched. My cock, by pointing straight at where it demanded to go, and now fully upstanding, rock hard, had decided that my participation was the only option.

Gently parting the unknown lady’s lips apart and allowing her wetness to moisten my shaft, I guessed there was a welcome on the mat. The next moment she backed onto me, fully enclosing my member. I grabbed her hips and humped like there was no tomorrow.

 My wife, no longer being spit roasted, rolled onto her back. Seeing me, the blood momentarily drained from her face, before realising who and what I was doing. She smiled knowingly, before guiding the other man’s penis deep into her.

 Morning came, and I awoke alone. I reeked of sex, so a quick shower seemed in order. What do you wear for possible introductions to a man who has fucked your wife, while you screwed an unnamed woman you had never met before? Casual seemed appropriate, a T-shirt and shorts. With the smell of fresh coffee wafting upstairs, I nervously went down.

 My wife, looking decidedly well fucked, did the introductions to a nervous David and his glowing sister Molly. Then came an awkward silence, which I broke by asking for a coffee and offering to cook breakfast for everyone. While cooking, I let out that the previous night was some of the best sex I had ever enjoyed, and please can we do that again, which removed much of the lingering embarrassment.

Ann asked if I wanted to know anything, which of course I did. She told me that it started about six weeks ago, when I was away. Ann came down with the flu, and Molly, living two houses down, came to see if she could help by nursing her through that. The flu came and went. A few days later, Ann invited Molly and David to a special Sunday lunch as a way of saying thank you. I was still overseas.

 The traditional Sunday lunch was roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, and all the trimmings. To wash it down, Ann bought three bottles of Barolo, way over the top, but it was Ann’s favourite red wine. In the warm afterglow of a great lunch and a bottle of wine each, the three took refuge on the couch, with Ann in the middle.

 In that conversation, Ann discovered that David and Molly were actually brother and sister. Several years earlier, David’s marriage fell apart when his wife started screwing around with the junior partner in his structural engineering firm. In the later, acrimonious divorce, David walked away to stay with his unmarried sister.

 For her part, Molly had many relationships over the years with men and women, but never with any desire for permanence. On her life’s journey, Molly had been the one pushing her sexual boundaries. When David turned up one weekend, with a suitcase and a pile of boxes, Molly believed that her experimentation would, at least for a time, end. How wrong she was.

 On hearing this, a tipsy Ann wanted to know all the intimate details. David told Molly to tell the story, thereby giving his permission. Molly’s house was only two-bedroomed, and Molly used one as her accounting office. David could either sleep on the couch or share Molly’s comfortable king-sized bed. David chose the bed, and all went incident-free for a few days.

 One evening after pizza, three bottles of Riesling between the two of them, and a soft porn movie, the atmosphere became charged. David went upstairs and lay down on the bed. Molly finished her glass of wine before joining him. Molly, not sure if David was sleeping, said that she had a voracious sexual appetite. David asked if she wanted him to leave. Molly said no, confirming that at her age, she couldn’t have children, so it didn’t really matter that he was her brother.

 Molly slowly pulled her top over her head, making sure to show off her curves to best advantage. Without going near each other, they both slowly undressed and climbed under the duvet. At first, they were tentatively touching each other. Fingers gently brushing skin, with each knowing what to touch, and when. The touching became stroking: shoulders, neck, cheek, lips, and arms.

 Ann, cheeks glowing and flushed, continued quietly listening. Ann was noticeably getting turned on. David, seeing this, began touching Ann’s hair and neck. Whether it was the food or the wine, Ann moved into those gentle caresses, saying nothing. Molly continued recalling their first time.

 Molly’s breasts and nipples were demanding attention, and David complied by stroking first one breast, then the other with light fingertips moving towards Molly’s nipples. That became his tongue drawing circles, before David sucked each nipple in turn. Edging slowly down the bed, David kept stroking, licking and kissing his way down Molly’s body, before burying his face in Molly’s bush.

 By now, Ann was becoming decidedly horny, pulling David’s hand onto one of her breasts. Molly, for her part, began stroking Ann’s thighs. Ann never heard the end of that union, preferring instead to experience it directly from both of them. The living, sensuous and erotic experiences being far, far more satisfying than anything she had ever had before.

 CHAPTER 2

And Still At It – The Morning After the Night Before

 After Breakfast, Jon asked if it was OK to watch Ann and David make out. Molly said, "Yes, it's more than OK; we are here to play with both of them, but right now I'm interested in watching them both," Molly said, looking at them both intensely.

 With that, Ann took David’s cock in hand before deeply sucking his cock, alternating her eye contact between her husband and Molly, who were sitting on a nearby couch. John noticed Molly starting to move her hand down her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it. Molly gently pulled it open and exposed her full breasts and started tracing her nipples as she watched John’s wife suck her husband’s cock. David began running his hands through Ann’s hair, and John noticed Molly’s hand run down her front, loosening her belt and jeans. Molly’s right hand moved into that gap, sliding down onto her already wet pussy. John took Molly’s left hand, raising it to his lips and licking her palm. John then licked each of Molly’s fingers before fucking her thumb with his lips.

 Jon licked and kissed his way up Molly’s arm before sliding onto his knees in front of Molly, kissing her ample breasts.  Molly raised her hips, allowing John to slide her jeans and panties off. For her part, Molly continued to run her fingers around the lips of her wet pussy, and then sometimes rubbed her swollen clitoris. All the while her eyes were watching her husband now deeply thrusting in and out of Ann. David and Ann suddenly climaxed together, the sounds of their ecstasy reverberating around the room. Shortly after, they parted, with David going off to the bathroom.

 Ann turned to watch her husband and Molly. Ann walked directly behind Molly, where she leaned forward to fondle Molly’s neck and breasts.  Ann asked if Molly would mind if she watched her husband fuck her? Molly replied, of course not, provided they kiss to seal the deal. Ann then lifted Molly’s chin for a long, intense kiss with tongues tangled.

 The two women watched his face as Jon’s engorged and stiff cock entered Molly. Staring back, John felt as though he was making love to both women simultaneously. David returned refreshed and took in the scene. Not one to waste an opportunity, David’s hands massaged Ann’s naked cheeks before inserting a finger into her wet cunt. Using his fingers to draw fluids from her pussy over and into her anal flower. Ann pushed slightly backwards, while continuing to fondle Molly’s breasts.

 Jon orgasmed before turning to David and suggesting a cold beer. David agreed, leaving the two rampant hot wives wanting more. The two women looked at each other and determined to enjoy the moment.

 They stopped, breathless and sweaty, with the morning light illuminating their naked bodies. They were still uninhibited and overcome with desire. Ann sat down on the couch next to Molly, who then invited Ann to lie down. Molly slowly placed herself on top, kissing her again and again, before kissing and licking her way down from Ann’s neck to her breasts, then her soft stomach, which she gently stroked before placing her mouth between her legs. Ann arched her back as her clit was found.

 As she licked, sucked and tasted her new lover's wet pussy, Molly stopped and invited David over to place himself inside of her while she pleasured Ann. Her pussy was soaking, and he slipped right in and held her hips as he watched his wife explore Jon’s wife.

 Suddenly, Ann slid herself around into the 69 positions so she could access Molly's pussy as she had her pleasure. As David felt his cock go deeper, he felt the slight flickering of her face between his wife's legs, flicking her clit as David fucked her deeply.

 Jon could not simply watch; he loved his wife and wanted to share in her joy. Ann was still preoccupied with Molly’s clit. Jon lifted Ann’s legs onto his shoulders and thrust deeply into Ann. David felt Jon's wife grind deeper and quicken her pace; feeling that she was close, he held her deeper and stronger, and then he felt Ann convulse with pleasure, and as she did, her pussy clamped down hard on his cock in waves. He too emptied his load deep inside of her before they all collapsed on the couch together.

They all lay there, breathless, sweaty, wearing only smiles of absolute contentment. The women rolled closer together, exposing their cunts with wet lips, and exposing their wetness, with the respective partners' cum oozing out.

"Fuck, that was red hot," Molly said as she looked around at the others who were all smiling. We are all post-menopausal and have never enjoyed sex more; where do we go from here?

And Still At It – Where We Went

CHAPTER 3

 So many questions; none of us had answers, feelings, instincts, a wish to share- yes, but few, if any, answers. Even though it was still morning, we decided to go our separate ways, agreeing to meet in a few days.

 Before leaving, David gave us all something to think about. He said that when shopping recently, he met his ex-wife, Shirley, who asked nervously if they could have a coffee together. During that over-coffee conversation, Shirley admitted that her present relationship was becoming stale, and the sexual excitement was diminishing. David told her he didn’t want to rekindle old relationships, but would think about Shirley’s problems and see if he could suggest anything helpful. On that problematic note, David and Molly then went home.

 For their part, Jon and Ann showered together before making love, warmly and tenderly before falling into that deep, blissful post-coital sleep.

 It was the following weekend when Ann proposed a possible answer to Shirley’s difficulties. They were sharing a traditional fish-and-chips supper, washed down with some cold beers, when Ann suggested that David ask his ex if she had ever considered expanding their interpersonal relationships, specifically to swinging.

 Ann would outline her plan under two conditions: first, that she and David selfishly stayed out of the way, together at Molly’s house, and second, that Jon and Molly shared all the intimate and sexy details the day after.

 As David’s sister, Shirley knew Molly distantly but reasonably well; she might not feel so intimidated or nervous at meeting for sex with strangers. The most important thing is that it must all be consensual and desired by all concerned. At this point, Jon raised the idea that either Molly or he may not want Shirley or whatever her partner’s name was, Ray. Ann said that’s fine, as Jon then gets a night of desired alone time, shagging with Molly after that dinner.

 A few days later, David reported back that he had spoken with his ex and that both Ray and Shirley were interested but nervous about making that initial move. Shirley remembered Molly kindly and felt sure Ray would be attracted to her. David then suggested that Molly and her partner were into that sort of thing and he would ask them if they would like to give it a try.

 David gave Shirley Molly’s number and suggested that he be kept out of any discussion. Saying that Molly should act as the orgasmer, fronting it all. It was agreed that anyone, at any point, could say no, enjoy the dinner and leave. More time passed before Shirley phoned Molly, agreeing to the idea and setting the dinner arrangements in motion.

 Both Jon and Molly were nervous beforehand, wondering how to easily transition between an introductory dinner with relative strangers and a steamy orgy.

 When they arrived, Shirley seemed determined to overcome barriers, most of which only existed in her head. For his part, Ray was nervously bemused. Shirley wore a simple blue dress with buttons down the front. Jon was impressed, thinking it was as if she were carrying a sign that read “open here” on her top button. As time passed, opening those buttons became increasingly desirable.

 As a foursome, it all proved much easier to break the ice than expected, as they all got on well; the good food and wine were relaxing. The wine flowed. Molly awkwardly held Ray’s hand while recounting a story about the first time she had sex with another woman. Why do such stories get men so aroused?

 That was back when Molly was a teenager, trying different things in an effort to find out who and what she was. It happened at a weekend training session where she shared a room with an attractive but obvious bisexual woman. On the first night sharing that room, Molly asked up front if she could have sex with her.  The woman said nothing, but in the middle of the night, the by then naked woman, and in sixty-nine fashion, sat on Molly’s face. The woman had been playing with herself for some time and was deliciously wet; her shaved pussy was slightly rough. The woman quickly enjoyed a massive, noisy, shuddering orgasm before giving her full attention to Molly’s pussy.

 Jon suggested they all move to the more comfortable sitting room. As Jon stood, Shirley smiled, noticing the sizable bulge in Jon’s trousers, offering to take good care of it when they were in the other room. Molly felt Ray’s hand on her chin, and then his lips were joined with hers in a passionate kiss. Ray was a very good kisser, and he pulled her closer to him. His tongue was warm and wet and tasted of the wine. Molly, still kissing and holding Ray’s hand, pulled him to his feet.

 The sexual tension among all four of them was growing electric. Shirley unzipped Jon’s trousers while Jon was taking off his shirt. Soon he was completely naked and pulled Shirley to the couch. Ritualistically, Jon undid Shirley’s buttons one by one, revealing Shirley’s great assets. Shirley then knelt in front of his hard cock. She reached out and caressed his rigid cock, and he groaned, pushing himself against her hand. Shirley stroked his length before leaning forward and sliding his member fully into her mouth.

 Molly was standing beside them, having her nipples teased by Ray’s fingers. Ray removed the last of Molly’s clothing; he was kneeling in front of her and began playing with her pussy. His fingers were going in and out of her wetness, and his tongue was making circles around Molly’s clit.

 Ray guided Molly so that she could lean over the arm of the couch before rubbing his stiff cock over Molly’s wet pussy and thrusting it into her.  Shirley was watching Ray and Molly while sucking Jon’s cock harder and harder. Shirley stopped and climbed onto Jon’s lap, inserting his engorged cock into her. Both Shirley and Molly were having difficulty keeping quiet, and their breathing was getting faster and faster. Jon exploded into Shirley, causing her to scream and shudder in a massive orgasm.

 Jon leaned towards Molly, still being pumped ever faster by Ray, and deeply kissed her lips. Shirley moved under Molly to suck, kiss and lick her breasts, as Molly orgasmed. Ray shot his load before collapsing fully blown.

 For a few moments, a glowing silence settled over the huddle of intertwined, sex-soaked bodies. Molly’s buns were in front of Jon’s nose, while Shirley’s breast was on Jon’s hand. Jon decided to plant a hickey on Molly’s bum. Shirley's tit was being explored and fondled to commit its form and firmness to Jon’s memory. 

 The heap of bodies separated into two at each end of the couch. Ray stood up and pulled Shirley’s pussy towards his rising cock. Ray teased the fluids from her pussy into and around Shirley’s anus. Ray eased a thick finger into Shirley’s ass, slowly pulling it in and out. Shirley did not object but grunted appreciatively. Ray patiently replaced his finger with his cock and began humping.

 Jon watched for amoment andd then took Molly similarly.

 Afterwards, we all lay together in each other's arms, caressing each other's bodies until we fell asleep. For the first time, Shirley and Ray looked totally, blissfully fucked, not that Jon and Molly were not equally well-sated.

 Molly suggested that trying to sleep as a foursome on a couch not designed for it was not sensible. Two double beds were upstairs, already made up and just waiting to be used. Ray sweetly grabbed Shirley’s hand, asking Molly to lead the way. Molly showed them the bathroom and where they could sleep before going back downstairs to find a naked Jon stretched out on the couch, fast asleep.

 Molly brewed herself a cup of passionflower and raspberry tea as it seemed appropriate before going outside to the back patio. She was wearing nothing else but a simple housecoat. Looking up at the stars and quietly enjoying her tea, she heard Carol from next door ask where Ann was. Molly explained; it was then that Carol asked if next time she could invite her and her husband, as it seemed like one hell of a party, and Molly knowingly smiled.