Jane is what I'd call a typical mother: her straight dark hair is cut in a bob, she wears fairly frumpy comfortable clothes and always has a pocket full of tissues. She does have a nice slim body with full hips (what my granny used to call 'child bearing hips') and good, shapely legs. She has a great sense of humour although her conversation is usually limited to bitching about people and talking about TV soap operas.
Martin is fairly cool, although a little bit too sporty for my liking. He plays football, squash and cricket for various local amateur teams and works out at the gym a couple of times a week. He is tall, slim and, like Jane, has a great sense of humour, although he does tend to turn into an arsehole when he's drunk.
I think I had known them for about eight months when, one rainy afternoon, the conversation between Jane and myself turned to sex. The subject came up because of a survey we took in a popular woman's magazine entitled 'How is your sex drive?' My score was through the roof but Jane's came down as slightly low. She confessed that she found sex with Martin fairly boring and routine.
I ended up letting her use me as an agony aunt and suggested several things she could do to spice things up in bed. I think they had fallen into the same trap that a lot of couples fall into, not making time for themselves. Instead of making sex special, it was just something they did before falling asleep a couple of nights a week. My suggestion was for Jane to get rid of the kids for a night, dress in something sexy and seduce Martin.
I didn't see her for a week but the next time we met up she was smiling broadly and thanked me for my advice.
'I got Martin to take a half-day and packed the kids off to his Mum’s. I closed all the curtains and lit candles all over the house. Then I dressed in a white satin teddy, silk French knickers, stockings and heels and waited for him in the living room,' she told me excitedly.
'He walked in and his eyes almost fell out of his head,' she continued.
'Ooo, sounds good,' I smiled, 'come on, I want all the details and use all the bad words.'
Jane blushed at this but continued:
'Well, he stripped to his underpants and joined me on the sofa. We began kissing, his hands were all over me and I could see his knob was really hard in his pants. I pulled it out and started wanking him off as he kissed my neck and fondled my boobs. He pulled me down on to the floor in front of the fire, pulled my knickers off and slid his fingers inside me. I was soaking wet and almost orgasmed when he touched me. I wanted him so badly that I just pushed him on his back and sat on his cock! He lay back and let me ride him for a bit then pushed me over and started doing me in the missionary position, kissing me all the time. He came fairly quickly and immediately moved down my body and went down on me to make me cum.'
'Does he lick you clean?' I asked, getting hot from the story.
'Yes. I dared him to once when we first met and he's always done it since. I don't usually cum from his penetration alone, I need a lot of stimulation on my clitoris,' Jane replied.
'So what happened next?' I prompted.
'When we'd both cum we stripped naked and cuddled on the sofa. Honestly Lucy, I can't remember the last time we had time to do that. He was soon hard again, so I mounted him and we made slow, sensual love. I always like the second time because he takes ages to cum and I get chance to play with my clit for long enough to make myself orgasm. After the second shag we had a bite to eat then enjoyed a bath together. We ended up doing it again after the bath, too. We were drying each other and I flicked his bum with the towel. He chased me into the bedroom, bent me over the bed and took me from behind. He also slapped my bum until it was red while he was shagging me.'
'So that's three times then. Not bad for an old couple,' I laughed.
'Bog off! We're only in our late twenties and you’re 22!’ Jane exclaimed. ‘Anyway, we’re going to make sure we have a night to ourselves like that at least once a month.'
About a month later, Jane invited me over for a meal with some friends of theirs. Jane is a great cook and often gives dinner parties. She also insists on everyone making an effort and dressing for dinner. I usually begged out of the invites as I found her friends tedious, but realised that I had made excuses for the last three invites and I didn't want to offend.
I said I would be there and tried to figure out what to wear. In the end Susie, my best friend, came to the rescue and lent me a cocktail dress she had bought and never worn. It was black and tight with a short skirt. The front was two pieces of material that covered my breasts and tied around my neck leaving me backless. The only problem I had was that all my underwear showed through the tight, thin material, so I ended up wearing a pair of thigh high hold-up stockings and nothing else underneath!
The dinner party was fairly intimate, as two of the couples who were invited had not been able to make it. In the end there was the three of us plus their closest friends Adam and Zoe. I had met Adam and Zoe before and found them good company. They were both fairly large, short people. Zoe is about five-foot-three in her bare feet and has a huge chest and bum. Adam is equally rotund but very handsome.
The wine flowed during dinner and we retired to the living room feeling full and quite drunk. Zoe was telling us about the trouble she had getting bras that fitted her and confessed that she had put on weight in the last year and her bra size had gone up to 38G! The conversation drifted on until 11pm when Adam and Zoe had to leave. That left the three of us sat around drinking and flirting with each other.
'Just enough of us left to have a threesome,' I smirked, trying to make Martin snort wine out of his nose, something he does if you make him laugh as he takes a drink. It didn't work this time.
'Ah, you'll be wanting the two who have just left for that,' he smiled.
'Martin, shut up!' shouted Jane. 'He's convinced that Adam and Zoe have threesomes at their place and want us to wife swap with them.'
'They do!' protested Martin. 'Well, they do have threesomes. Adam confessed when he was drunk. Apparently a friend of Zoe's came to stay and they all got drunk and ended up in bed together. Adam brags about it when he's had a few.'
'Do you think he's lying then?' I asked Jane.
'Oh yes. Adam has always gone on about his sexual conquests and the stories usually turn out to be fiction,' she said.
Martin turned to me and said, 'It is true. He told me that he had shagged Zoe in the park then Zoe confessed to Jane that it had happened a couple of weeks later. He also told me that she had given him a blowjob in the cinema. Again, a couple of weeks later, Zoe tells Jane the same thing.'
'So how come Zoe hasn't told Jane about this threesome?' I asked.
'Exactly!' cried Jane.
'Because it only happened two weeks ago and they've been away so you've not seen her,' claimed Martin. 'You watch, next time you meet up for lunch or go shopping she'll tell you about it.'
Jane threw a cushion at Martin, laughing at him and his theories. I imagined being in bed with Adam and Zoe and thought that it would be great fun. All that flesh and two perverts ready to play sounded cool to me.
'So would you two ever consider having a threesome?' I asked.
'Only with another man,' quipped Jane, 'Martin has problems when he's had a drink!'
'You little sod,' answered Martin leaning over and tickling Jane.
I watched as she thrashed about, her knee length skirt riding up her legs giving me a glimpse of her stockings tops and white thighs.
'Lucy, help!' laughed Jane.
I grabbed a cushion and set about Martin, beating him about the head and back until he released his wife. He jumped off the sofa and tackled me to the floor as Jane jumped him from behind. We struggled with each other for a minute, laughing and tickling each other, then collapsed in a heap. Martin's shirt was pulled out and a couple of buttons had popped open revealing his muscular chest.
Jane was sitting with her skirt pooled around her waist, her stocking tops and white panties on full view. I was lying back on my elbows with my skirt pushed high on my hips. I noticed Martin was looking directly between my legs as Jane tidied herself up and remembered that I wasn't wearing any panties. I quickly shut my legs before Jane could notice but it was too late.
'Bloody hell, did I just see what I thought I saw?' asked Jane.
'Oops.' I said, smiling at them.
'Blimey, don't you have a draft?' asked Martin with a smirk.
Jane playfully slapped him and told him that he shouldn't have been looking between my legs. We all laughed together and straightened ourselves up and sat down again.
'So would you ever have a threesome?' I asked again.
'Not with a man,' said Martin, sticking his tongue out at Jane, 'I get too jealous to share.'
'But it would be OK with a woman, then?' I laughed.