We had made our fuck-it list, and cucking Polly was on it. I know the term is wrong in this case, but Lou and I knew what we meant, what we were going to do… and so did Polly. That evening, Lou facetimed Polly while we were having sex. I was fucking her from behind as she spoke to her, and she made sure Polly saw everything.
“You wanted to watch Rob and me having sex. Well, here’s your chance... uuuhhhmm… We’re going away next Saturday to celebrate our anniversary… Fuck, that’s it… You’re coming with us. You’ll stay in our room with us. If you want to join in you can. If you just want to watch... Oh God... You can do as much, or as little as you like. I will text you the times. Make yourself available. Now I want you to watch as Rob makes me cum.” I slammed my dick deeper into her and grabbed a handful of hair; her back arched as I continued ploughing into her. "God, Polly, look what he’s doing to me. I can feel him inside me, feel every… aaagghh, every vein. God, it’s so good. When he yanks my hair, it makes me feel like I am a whore… I am a whore; I am his whorrreee… Fuck, please, please make me cum. Polly, are you watching? Are you watching Rob fuck his slut of a wife?”
From the phone's tiny speaker, her voice sounded small and distorted. “Yes. I am watching; I have my hand in my knickers. I want to come at the same time as you.”
“God, Polly, that’s hot; I want you too, and… Uuurrrggghhh… you won’t have long… to.” A strangled cry came from Lou, seconds later repeated from her phone as Polly followed, then followed by me as I pumped my seed into Lou. Through wheezing breaths, Lou then said, “You can watch that in person next week,” and hung up on her.
Later, as we lay on top of the sheets, our bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, I brought up the subject of the call, “You really want her to join in?” I wasn’t that keen. She’s Lou’s friend, not mine; she’s slightly older than me, but acts like she is much older. Yes, that does make me seem shallow, but I really wasn’t keen on fucking her. “Come on, it will be fun; besides, I don’t think she’ll get involved. I think we’ll scare her off. At most, I think she’ll watch and play with herself.”
“Well, you do like an audience. OK, well, if you want to do it and she knows she can back out anytime, let’s do it.”
“She’s not it; she’s her!” Even for a Lou joke, that was a bad one!
It was an unusually hot September weekend. Lexi came outside to see us off; as ever, she wasn’t wearing much: a semitransparent vest top that left nothing to the imagination and cut-down denim hot pants. She wasn’t due to return to university until the following weekend. “Happy anniversary, Mum!” and hugged her tightly. I had already got into the car, but the door was still open. She leaned into the car, kissing me high up on the cheek. She then put her hand on my thigh as she crouched down alongside the driver’s door. Her breasts were plain for me to see, her nipples jutting through the sheet material, her hand squeezing my thigh.
All of that made me instantly hard. “What have you got planned for tonight?” I asked her, trying to deflect attention away from me. “Just trying to get myself sorted for going back to uni. Probably packing and just chilling.” Lou had got into the car; Lexi smirked at us both and then, with a mischievous look in her eye, stood up. As she walked back towards the house, I watched her arse wiggle in those very short shorts.
She shouted over her shoulder, “Don’t do anyone I wouldn’t do!” With that, she was in the house, and the door was closed. Lou and I looked at each other and then laughed, nervously at first, before genuinely belly-laughing.
“Did she say what I think she said?” Lou asked me. I nodded, then took her hand and put it in my lap. “I can see why you want to fuck her.” She rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in my trousers as I started the car.
Lou had arranged for us to pick Polly up from her mother’s house; this was part of the story that she had given her husband about her going away for the weekend. I know Lou and Polly had spoken a lot during the week; it was more to reassure her. I know I'm not the biggest fan of Polly, but I didn't want her to feel like she was being forced to take part; it had to be consensual, even if when we were doing it, it might appear it wasn't.
She jumped in the car, and we were on the way. The girls made small talk on the way, but I could tell Polly was nervous.
We stopped on the way for the inevitable toilet break, and as we returned to the car, I took Lou to one side. "If this is going to work, we need to start removing her reluctance. I know she is going to watch, and I know you want her involved, knowing you physically! So rather than sitting in the front of the car with me, sit in the back and get her started." Lou was surprised by the idea, but then seemed to consider the idea a good one. "OK, but how far should I go with her?” Considering her question for a moment, I then came up with an idea.
"Go as far as you want; let your imagination have full reign. Remember what she did to you at the pool, all the videos and photos she sent to you?" Lucy smiled and started walking to the car. I admired her as she walked away, knowing I was watching. She flipped her skirt up to show me her arse and then looked over her shoulder. "Just make sure you concentrate on driving."
As Polly got in the back seat, Lou pushed in next to her, surprising her. I closed the door behind them and got in. The one thing about our car is that it has tinted rear windows. Not for any weird or kinky reasons; it’s a standard feature. However, this is something Lou had mentioned when making our fuck-it list: to fuck in our car.
I started the car. Looking in the mirror, I could see that Lou had already started undoing Polly's shirt. "What, what are you doing? We can't do that here," I could hear her say.
"Shh, let’s get you relaxed for the night ahead. You know you want this. You've been thinking about me ever since that evening at the pool, haven't you? Every time you touch yourself, every time you do something nasty to yourself, you’re thinking about me. Tell me the truth."
I was still looking in the mirror and could see that Lou had undone Polly's shirt and her bra and had her breasts in her hands. "Uuuggghhh, yes, yes, I have. I had wanted to suck your nipples for so long. Every time I play with myself, I see you; I look for women in porn that look like you. Please, please let me suck your nipples again." I started the car and drove to the far end of the car park, somewhere more private. "Not yet; you'll get your chance. First, I want to see you naked." Polly squirmed in the back seat as she tried to get the rest of her clothes off. I turned round in my seat to watch.
"You've said you get off thinking about me; show me. I'll even make it easier for you." Lou then undid the front of the dress, exposing her boobs for Polly to feast her eyes on. "What do you think? How far are you willing to go to do it?"
"All the way, I'll do anything you want me to do. Please, anything."
"Well, if that’s the case, make yourself cum now. Go on, do it. Look at me as you do this; tell me what you want to do to me."
Polly’s fingers went straight for her pussy; as she touched herself, an enormous sigh came out of her mouth. “Oh God, I want you to sit on my face while you play with yourself. I want to feel your juices raining down on my face. I want you to make yourself cum like that.”
Lou leant across and slapped her breast hard, leaving a handprint and making Polly draw in a breath, but she didn’t stop playing with herself. “No, what do you want to do to me? What are you thinking about when you are playing with yourself?”
In a small voice, she said, “I can’t tell you; you’ll hate me.”
“Believe me, nothing will shock me anymore. What I have done and had done, what I fantasise about, what I want to do. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. To everyone else, I am plain old Lou, a good mother, a trusted health worker, and a respectable pillar of the community. In private, I am a slut, a total whore. Tell me what you want to do to me... perhaps if you are good this weekend, I might let you do some of it.” While Lou was saying this, Polly’s hand was rubbing her furiously, her other hand pinching her nipples.
It was Polly’s turn to speak: “At this moment, right now. I want to push you out of the car, ripping that dress off you, leaving you naked. I want to bend you naked over the bonnet and lick your arsehole; I want to stick as many fingers into you as I can. I want to see your juices running down the bonnet... Aaagghhh. I want people to come over and watch. I want men to be watching and stroking themselves. I want them to slap me and start sticking their fingers in me. I want a woman to tut and loudly say how disgusting we are while secretly getting off on it. I want you to come and squirt on the car. Aaahhh God, I’m going to cum... I want to lick your juice off the car.”
“What else do you want to do? What can you not even admit to yourself?”
“I can’t, I can’t!” Tears were running from her eyes, her hand was a blur, and fluid was dripping onto the seat.
“You can, even if it’s a fantasy... just tell us. There’s something, someone that you want to fuck, isn’t there?”
“Yes.”
“But who are you afraid to tell us about?”
“It’s Jane; I want Jane to fuck me. I want her to bend me over and fuck me hard." With that, she came. Lou was rubbing her own nipples with one hand, her other under her skirt. “I didn’t expect you to say Jane, your own flesh and blood, your own daughter. What a kinky bitch you are; look, you’ve made me all wet too.”
She offered Polly her glistening hand, who readily took it into her mouth, licking it like an ice lolly. “It’s alright, it's ok," she said, soothing her. “We all have fantasies; it’s what we do with them that matters. Shh, it's ok. Let’s get some of that repressed horniness out of you tonight.” Lou turned to me in the front. “Come on, Rob, let's go; we have a dinner reservation at seven, and I need to get ready. Polly’s going to help me, aren’t you?"
“Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want me to do.”
"Good, and Rob, I know you're hard, but you’ll just have to suffer for now. Concentrate on the driving!”
She was right, I was hard; all I wanted to do was unzip and let Lou suck me off, but I guess that would have to wait.
Lou proceeded to tease and torment. I followed Polly all the way to the hotel; all I could hear was Polly pleading with Lou. I would see flashes of what was going on when I looked in the mirror. At one point, I could tell Lou had gone down on her; I could hear slurping as she ate her out. It seemed every time Polly was about to cum, Lou would stop, let her calm down, and then start again.
I told them when we were ten minutes from the hotel. After enough time for Polly to get dressed, Lou denied her underwear. "From now on, when you’re with us, you never wear underwear. Do you understand?" Polly could hardly speak; she shakily accepted this new rule.
We walked into our suite; obviously, I booked it before we knew we were bringing Polly with us. The bed dominated the room; I later found out it was an emperor-sized bed, more than big enough for the three of us!
"Right, Polly, as you know, you do what we say, so while Rob has a shower, I want you to go and watch him." I'll be honest, I was surprised by this idea from Lou; she walked into the bathroom and looked at the walk-in shower. "In fact, I'll watch; you can join him. I want you to clean him up. First, you can undress him." Polly came over, her hands shaking as she undid the zip, and pulled my trousers down; my penis pinged up, making Polly gasp. She helped me take my top off and then quickly stripped too.
It was the first time I had seen her fully naked; at fifty-five, she had kept herself in decent shape. She had a tight arse and modest breasts. The greying hair on her head, copied by her greying pussy. The wrinkles and grey hair are what contributed to making her look older, plus her attitude and personality. But there she was, naked, standing in front of me, about to share a shower with me while my wife sits on the toilet and watches, and to cap it all off, I have a hard-on as well.
Polly turned the water on and let it hit her body. Immediately, she shrieked as it had not warmed up, but did not back away. She obviously did seem to enjoy discomfort. She let the water heat up and then stood aside for me. I walked past her, and water was dripping off her erect nipples.
"Now Polly, I want you to clean Rob up. Use your hands and make sure you clean him all over." I looked at Lou and rolled my eyes at her. She was sitting there smiling, her hands playing with her now exposed breasts.
I looked at Polly; she had squirted shower gel on her hands and reached up and started rubbing it onto my chest. She had also moved closer to me. "Turn around; I need to wash your back," she said quietly, so quietly that I could barely hear her above the shower. I turned away from her, facing the wall. I heard more shower gel squirt from the bottle and felt her hands on my back. Her touch was soft as she massaged the gel onto my back. Starting at the shoulders, she worked down my back in a circular pattern. This really wasn't helping my hard-on that I had had since the services. I could feel her hands reaching my waist; there was another squirt of the shower gel, and then her hands were on my cheeks. First the right and then the left, then both together, she was standing close behind me; I couldn’t just hear her increasingly ragged breathing, I could now feel it.
“Don’t forget his cock. I want it nice and clean for later.” I could feel Polly hesitate as she moved her hands to the sides of my body; she shuffled forward, and I could feel her pussy rubbing against my ass. “Polly, when was the last time you touched a penis? " Lou asked. Polly’s hand froze. I moaned out of frustration, her hand so close to grasping my engorged member. “I haven’t touched a penis since Jane was born.”
“Jane? She’s eighteen. Are you telling me you haven't had sex in all that time?" There was no answer; I assume Polly shook her head. "When was the last time you touched a penis that wasn't your husband's?" I could hear a sigh; Polly's hands had returned to my sides.
“I have never touched another penis apart from Gavin’s. I have never been with any other men.”
“Well, now’s your chance. Give him a good, thorough clean; take your time.”
I heard the shower gel bottle again, and then Polly reached around me. She pulled her body in tight, and then her slick hands found my penis. I breathed in through gritted teeth as she slowly rubbed the gel up and down my rock-hard cock.
“Make sure you clean his balls too," Lou encouraged from her position behind us. My eyes were shut as her left hand proceeded to rub suds onto my balls, her right hand still gently stroking me up and down. I leaned forward and rested my right hand against the wall, my breathing also now becoming ragged. Polly was now grinding her groin against my arse.
Suddenly, and from right behind us, Lou’s voice was there. “How does it feel, Polly? Stroking my husband’s penis, turning him, making him hard. Much more and he’ll come all over your hand. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? His jizz spurting all over you while you rub yourself against him.”
Polly moaned again, her hand still stroking me at the same speed. “It’s been so long. I haven’t had any affection in so long; I’d forgotten what it felt like.” With that, she started to weep. I could feel her body sag against mine, but she continued to stroke me. “I don’t want sympathy, affection, or even love; I just want to feel something more. When I...
