It was early evening on one of those rare days in late July in England when it was warm enough to sit naked outdoors until long after dusk had fallen. Anne and I were relaxing on the patio with a glass of chilled white wine, watching the children playing in the garden.

A couple of hours later, after a light supper, when the children had been put to bed, and we had read them one of their favourite bedtime stories, Anne said something rather alarming: “Darling Bill, watching the children this afternoon, it struck me that I would like another baby before I get too old.”

“Mmmm, my dear, that might be difficult, since I was told when I had the operation that a vasectomy is rarely reversible. We could go for IVF with donated sperm, of course; or we could apply to one of the adoption agencies. Either way, there would be a lot of bureaucracy, particularly because of our age.”

“I wasn’t thinking about either of those options, my dear. I thought that I could get pregnant in the normal way through having sex with a suitable man. He would have to be attractive, of course, and we might have to fuck for several months before I conceived,” she replied.

I was taken aback, to say the least. I know we had talked about looking for others, men or women, or perhaps a couple, to join us in the bedroom, but we had never gone any further than talking about it when we were making love.

“Have you got anyone in mind, dear?” I asked. “And would you want me to be present, or would you book into a hotel with your lover when you were ovulating?” 

“Oh, I would want you to be present, darling. We could do all those exciting things we talk about, and to make it fair to you, we could find a sexy woman as well to join us occasionally.”

“Well, I can think of one of our friends whom I would like to fuck, and I’m pretty certain she wouldn’t object to becoming a friend with benefits if I asked.”

“I’m willing to bet you are talking about Ellen, which is strange because I find her son Oliver very attractive, and in the last couple of weeks, ever since that dinner party to welcome him home from Oxford before he starts his new job in London, I’ve masturbated several times imagining it was his cock inside me rather than my dildo.”

“Surely a handsome young man like him has a girlfriend?”

“Well, that’s just it: the girlfriend with whom he had been in a relationship for the last two years dumped him without any explanation straight after finals, leading to the cancellation of their planned trip to Venice. I think he might like to enjoy a few nights of pleasure with an experienced older woman whenever he visits. Until he finds a wife that is.”

“Wouldn’t we have to be truthful with him from the start? About the baby, I mean. It would only be fair to him and his future wife to know he had a child, even if I accept paternity. Maybe I would have to do it officially by adopting the baby. I’ll talk to my friend the Professor of Law, purely theoretically of course.”

“I’ll talk to Ellen tomorrow and invite them round here for dinner next weekend. My parents would love to have the girls for the weekend, and that would leave us free for a spot of seduction. Although I think the idea of our naughty suggestion might have to mull a bit in Oliver’s mind. I think Ellen will jump at it once I explain it to her, especially as she has admitted that she’s bicurious and that she wouldn’t mind having a girl-on-girl session. Obviously, we can’t ask them round to have sex with us on the same night.”

The following Saturday, before dinner, the party split up on gender lines; Ellen went off to help Anne in the kitchen, whilst Oliver joined me in my office cum  (I don’t know if this is the right word) library, where he took great pleasure in browsing my collection of rare books, including some early editions of French erotica.

Oliver was a revelation. Gone was the gawky and rather shy boy we had known before he went to university and in his place was a tall and very handsome young man. I had remembered him as being rather skinny, but he had obviously kept himself fit. His bare forearms below the sleeves of his sweatshirt were nicely muscled, and as he moved there were hints of the firm body beneath his clothes. I learned that he was both a hockey and tennis blue,  (I don’t know what that is only highlighting to know it was deliberate), although he said that sport had necessarily taken a back seat in the run-up to finals and that he really needed to get back into training.

I suggested to him, “If you want to indulge in a bit of sport whilst you are home, we still have a tennis court in our back garden which I would be very happy for you to use if you can find an opponent. In fact, why don't you ask Anne to give you a game. She doesn't get much opportunity to play these days, although she was pretty good when she was younger. I was never very good at ball games and make made a lousy partner, but I know that she would enjoy playing with you. 

Dinner was a great success. Anne is a great cook, and I've built up a rather splendid cellar. Anne concentrated almost entirely on Oliver. She didn’t say much but listened avidly to everything he had to say whilst looking deeply into his eyes in blatant adoration. Anne is an expert at making men feel special, so by the end of the meal I was sure that Oliver was more than a little in love with her. This gave me a definite thrill since I was the man she would be going to bed with this evening at least.

After dinner, Anne devoted herself even more to Oliver. They sat cuddled together on the sofa, her hand gently resting on his thigh as she asked him about his plans and his expectations of his new job. I also overheard her rather sweetly encourage him to find a nice girl to settle down with.

Ellen and I had a rather more flirtatious conversation, especially as she was in on our little game. When she covertly slid her hand up my thigh and started to fondle my cock through my trousers, I knew it was pretty certain that we would be having a much more intimate conversation before too long without the hindrance of clothes.

As Ellen and Oliver made their farewells at the end of a delightful evening, rather than just a peck on the cheek, Anne leaned up to Oliver and kissed him lightly on the lips. As she did so, I noticed that she pressed her body against him slightly longer and more firmly than might be normally expected in such circumstances, and just long enough for him to become aware of the warmth and softness of her breasts and the scent of her hair and body

Ellen was more blatant and gave me a very affectionate hug and an open-mouthed kiss. Out of sight of the other two, she had her hand in between us and pulled my trouser zip down to allow her access to my cock.

After they had gone, Anne went on through to the kitchen and a few minutes later came out with two mugs of hot chocolate, handing one to me as she reached my side. When I turned to go into the sitting room, however, she called me back in a way that started a stirring in my loins as she said in a low, sexy voice.

“Let's go straight upstairs; we can take our chocolate with us, but I feel so horny, and I need to make love to you really badly. I can't wait to get your clothes off and ride your lovely cock until you beg for mercy.”

Well, that was an invitation I could hardly refuse, and in seconds we were in our bedroom. I didn't even have time to sip at my chocolate before Anne pulled me roughly to her for a passionate kiss, one hand fumbling with my belt, the other firmly clutching my balls through my jeans.

“Careful," I said, “You'll make me spill my chocolate.”

“Well, put it down on your bedside table and get your clothes off so that I can take advantage of you,” she replied in a voice made husky by desire.

As soon as I was naked, she pushed me backwards onto the bed, unzipping her dress to let it fall to the floor at her feet. As she stood there in just her bra, panties, and stockings, I revelled in her beauty, which still excited me even after fifteen years of marriage. Her bra followed her dress, revealing her wonderful breasts. Her nipples were erect, and what was even more exciting was the damp patch on the front of her panties, evidence of her high level of arousal.

Anne then started to tease me, undulating her body seductively as she slowly lowered her panties before dropping them over my face. I breathed in deeply to take in the delicious scent of her arousal and then pushed her panties away so that I could take in the full glory of her nakedness.

“O God, what a delicious pussy,” I thought, as my cock swelled and rose to its full length in anticipation of the delights to come 

Beads of liquid from her vagina glistened on the soft curls that framed her labia, the inner lips already swollen and open like the petals of a flower. The head of her clitoris poked through its hood, and I knew that there was no need for foreplay this night – Anne was more than ready for sex.

Without a pause, she climbed up onto the bed and straddled my hips, taking hold of my cock in her hand, rubbing the head against her clitoris and labia to prepare it for entrance into her welcoming hole. In all the years since we first made love, I had always found the moment when my cock first penetrated her vagina one of the most exciting and beautiful moments of intercourse, almost as good as the orgasm that was its ultimate goal. This time was no exception. Anne then gently lowered herself until my whole length was sheathed in her velvet depths, the cheeks of her bottom gently caressing my balls. I was in seventh heaven.

Anne rested for a moment to savour the exquisite sensations radiating throughout her body from her loins. She moaned with satisfaction and pleasure before crying out, “Oh yes, I have been longing for this all evening – God, how I want to be fucked.”

Leaning forward, she kissed me passionately, parting her lips to plunge her tongue into my mouth in a frenzy of lust, her breasts pressed hard against my chest.

Things soon became a lot more frantic. Anne started to ride up and down my shaft with increasing speed, at the same time squeezing the muscles of her vagina. At the end of each downstroke, she wriggled her bottom to increase the sensation on her clitoris, which she rubbed hard against the bones of my pelvis. At the same time, she reached back with one hand to squeeze my balls as if she could milk them of all their semen.

I clutched the cheeks of her bottom in an attempt to control her passion, but in just a few minutes she sat up and arched her back, imploring me to pinch her nipples hard before screaming out loud in ecstasy as she began to cum. This drove me over the top, and I thrust upwards with my hips to drive my cock even further into her body as my own orgasm overwhelmed me.

The exquisite feeling of my climax, almost painful in its intensity, rose up (not sure if up is really needed) through my cock until all sensation became focused in its head. Intense waves of pleasure then radiated back down into my loins and into the rest of my body, causing me to shake in spasms of inexpressible joy. I could feel my cock pumping the contents of my balls deep into her vagina, the head of my cock pushing hard against her cervix.

This made Anne rise to even greater heights of pleasure, and she began to quiver uncontrollably. She was by now beyond conscious thought, consumed by the sensations wracking her body. Incoherent with pleasure, the only sounds to come from her mouth were squeaks and moans as her climax mounted to its peak. Finally, she began to relax, falling slumped against my body, and as she lay there, tears of joy streamed down her face, and a look of utter bliss gradually spread across her face 

Our passion spent, we both drifted in a timeless world aware only of the pleasure we had shared. Eventually we began to return to full consciousness, and Anne drowsily moved sideways a little so that I was no longer supporting her whole weight. We cuddled together, her left leg across my thigh, and my hand resting lightly on her bottom. I could feel the lips of her pussy and her soaking wet curls pressed against my groin, our combined juices drying on our skin. With one arm around my waist and the other caressing my left cheek, she murmured her love and thanks for taking her once again to the edges of eternity. In return, I stroked her head, tangling my fingers in her hair with my free hand, and told her of my everlasting devotion to giving her pleasure.

As we lay there in post coital contentment, I whispered, “Young Oliver is a bit of a hunk. He certainly seems to have turned you on, you naughty minx.”

She said nothing but just giggled.

Teasingly, I went on, “In fact, I suspect that you were thinking about him rather than me just now, perhaps imagining that it was his cock inside you.”

She pondered for a moment, but what she said next came as a complete surprise. “Yes, it’s true, I would love to play with Oliver's nice young cock before letting him fuck me. It would really turn me on to feel him pump his fertile seed deep into my cunt, and I know that I could show him an unforgettable time. Ellen told me in confidence that sex with his girlfriend had been rather unsatisfying. It would be so nice to show him what heights of ecstasy can be reached with a loving partner.”

I just lay there with Anne in my arms, excited by the thought that one of my long-held fantasies was going to be fulfilled watching her coupling with Oliver.

Slightly worried by my silence, and thinking that I might be jealous, Anne continued, “Whatever happens, you will always be my favourite lover. When I fuck Oliver, it will be lust, and to make a baby. But with us it is more than that, sort of a complete union of souls if you know what I mean.”

I kissed her hair softly, and murmured, “I know that you love me, my darling, and I have no fears that you would ever leave me. All I want is for you to be happy, and the thought of you in sexual heaven with Oliver is really arousing.”

The next morning Anne and I awoke to another beautiful summer’s day. We had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, happy and fulfilled by our lovemaking; for the moment at least, our mutual passion spent. It felt good to be alive, lying there alongside the woman I loved, secure in the knowledge of her deep love for me.

We got up late, content to laze in bed in that state of blissful lethargy that often follows a night of love. Once we were dressed and had eaten our breakfast, we spent the day as we did most Sundays. I caught up on the newspapers and then went outside to potter around the garden.

When I came in for dinner, Anne said, “I rang Ellen this morning and arranged for Oliver to come round early on Saturday evening, and she won't be expecting him home until lunchtime the next day. She will make sure he has a good meal, because I don’t anticipate that we will spend much time eating. He is going to need all his strength for what I have planned for him. I hope he won’t be too alarmed when I start to seduce him. 

“Ellen also said that Oliver has to go to London on Monday for a familiarisation week for all new employees, and she was hoping that we might go round to her house for some sexy fun and games. We’ll need to get a babysitter, but I said yes provisionally.”

As she spoke, I felt a familiar stirring in my groins at the thought of watching Oliver plunder the riches of my wife’s gorgeous body, and later in the week, enjoying the delights of Ellen’s voluptuous curves.  

“My naughty wife, I’m really turned on by the thought of watching his cock sliding in and out of your delicious cunt until you cum together in mutual ecstasy. And the bonus of fucking Ellen is the icing on the cake. Plus, the possibility of watching you together, although you’ve never hinted that you were bicurious.”

“Well, I did play with one or two girlfriends at college,” she replied, “and enjoyed it, but I like a strong cock inside me even more.”

She paused and then said, “It turns me on even more knowing that I will have two cocks to play with, and that you will be watching Oliver pounding my pussy until I scream in ecstasy.  They say that a really long-lasting orgasm increases the chance of conceiving, and I expect that as a young man in his prime, Oliver will be able to cum and cum again, filling me with several loads of his fertile sperm.”

She then stood up, lifted her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor, standing just out of reach. Quickly, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, holding it over her breasts with one hand. She did a little dance in front of me, letting her bra fall to the ground as she did so, her ripe breasts bouncing gently and enticingly. She then slipped her fingers into the waistband of her lacy panties and slipped them down her thighs to reveal her golden bush, the lips of her pussy peeking through the curls. I started to stand up so that I could take her in my arms, but she turned and fled, giggling as she went.

“If you want me, you had better come and get me,” she called softly as she ran up the stairs.

I chased after her up the stairs and into our bedroom and shut the door firmly behind me. Anne was lying on the bed, her legs parted, lasciviously holding her labia apart with her fingers to reveal the pink flesh within. In a flash I undressed, letting my clothes fall where I stood, and then I was upon her, with one swift movement driving my cock deep into her open vagina. I paused for a moment to savour the exquisite sensation of its warm, velvety lining enfolding my shaft. Then I started to fuck her in long, steady strokes, her hips rising up (not sure if up is needed here) to meet me as I thrust deep into her.

There was nothing subtle or gentle about our coupling. We were like people possessed by a frenzy of lust, our imaginations running wild in anticipation of the weekend of seduction and debauchery to come. In her ecstasy, Anne raked her fingernails down my back, writhing beneath me as waves of pleasure washed through her body. As I drove on towards my climax, I pushed my chest hard against her, pinning her to the bed, driven by the overwhelming desire to possess her completely. I roughly sought her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in time with the thrusts of my cock. Each time my cock was fully engulfed, I drove hard against her cervix as if I could penetrate even further into her helpless body, my swollen balls slapping hard against her anus.

After a few minutes, I could feel that familiar warmth and tingling in my groin, signalling that my orgasm was close. I thrust even harder into Anne, grinding my pubic bones hard against her clitoris. My legs were shaking uncontrollably as I pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen into her deepest recesses. Almost deafened by the rushing sound of the blood in my head, I was vaguely aware of Anne screaming out obscenityies after obscenity, as her own orgasm wracked her body in paroxysms of almost unbearable pleasure.

I slumped on top of Anne, exhausted by the intensity of my climax. After a couple of minutes, I had recovered sufficiently to roll off onto my side, so that she could breathe more easily. Her chest was rising and falling as she tried to draw oxygen into her lungs, and she looked as if she had just run a marathon. Her face and breasts were flushed a deep pink, and her hair was damp and tousled, but as I looked at her, I thought that she looked radiantly beautiful.

Despite the warmth of the summer night, we soon started to feel cold as the sweat of our exertions dried on our bodies. I got up and went into the bathroom where I grabbed a couple of towels, and after we had rubbed each other down, we cuddled together under the duvet. We lay there in each other’s arms, as the delicious lethargy of post-coital bliss flowed through our bodies and minds, and before many minutes had passed, we fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

The following week passed very slowly. Anne had her hair and nails done, anddone and went to a very expensive shop in town to find suitable lingerie for Oliver’s delectation and delight. At the same time, she was ardently looking forward to what she hoped would be a time of extreme sexual pleasure and fulfilment for her as well. 

ooOoo

Finally, Saturday dawned. Anne stayed in bed until late in the morning, so I took her breakfast upstairs along with a glass of champagne. I laid out her sexiest bathrobe on the bed, andbed and then went into the bathroom to run her bath, adding verbena - and green tea-s-scented bath salts for a really sensual experience. She stayed in the bath for nearly an hour, then washed and dried her hair to give an artful natural look. When she had finished, she came downstairs dressed in just her robe for a light lunch served with another glass of champagne.

After lunch she took a short nap, before starting to get ready for Oliver, who was due to arrive at about 7 o’clock in the evening. At 6 about 6 o’clock I looked in to see how she was getting on. She was seated at her dressing table absolutely naked, carefully applying her make-up in ways that would subtly enhance her natural beauty. She looked ravishing, and for a moment I wished that all this effort was for me.

Hearing me at the door, she turned, and as I looked down her body, I had a most delicious shock. Gone were the soft curls of reddish-blond hair that had framed her adorable pussy, and she was completely bald, naked as a baby. The effect was to accentuate the plump outer lips of her vulva, and my eyes were irresistibly drawn to her clitoris, now revealed in all its glory, the tip just poking through the hood. I was rendered speechless for a moment, andmoment and then let out a low whistle of appreciation as I feasted on her beauty.

Anne looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said, “That surprised you, didn’t it. Just imagine what the effect will be on Oliver when he sees my pussy for the first time. It really turns me on to have a naked pussy, it is so sensitive, and I think I will come just from Oliver’s touch when he strokes me for the first time. I can’t wait to feel his fingers parting my lips to explore the hidden glories of my pussy. And when he eventually puts his cock into my cunt, I will be able to enjoy the feeling of his flesh pressed against mine without any barriers. I imagine that it will be so sensual, as if we are melting into each other.”

She then parted her legs, and gently stroked her labia, revealing the pink inner lips, like the petals of an exotic flower. “Come and worship my pussy,” she whispered huskily, “A little attention from your lips and tongue will get me ready just nicely for the main course – Oliver’s lovely virile young cock.”

I needed no further invitation, but went down on my knees with my head between her parted thighs. She smelled divine, a mixture of expensive bath soap and the perfume that she had dabbed onto her naked mound and around her vulva. I leaned forward and gave her pussy a long, lingering kiss. I was close enough to detect the sweet, heavy smell of her vaginal secretions, the nectar on which I had so often feasted. I then licked her pussy from the entrance to her vagina up to her clitoris, which I sucked into my mouth, whilst flicking its tip with my tongue. Anne sighed, butsighed but then pushed me away. “That’s enough, my pussy is reserved for Oliver for the time being.”

Anne then began to dress in the clothes that she had so carefully selected during the week. First, she put on a pair of black lacy French knickers, almost transparent at the front. The legs were quite loose, and as she sat down again, I could see all the way up her legs to her naked vulva. Next, she rolled a pair of black hold-up stockings with lacy tops up her legs. This was almost as erotic as watching her remove them, and the sight of the bare white skin between her stockings and her knickers was bewitching. I itched to run my hands up her legs, and it took all my self-control to restrain myself.

“Don’t put anything else on for a minute,” I said, “I just want to capture this moment. You are so sexy in just knickers and stockings, and I am really envious of Oliver right now.”

Anne did a little twirl, her perfectly shaped breasts bouncing slightly as she moved. My erect cock strained against my jeans, and I ached to bend her over the bed and drive it deep into her wanton pussy. But the next few hours were really for her and Oliver’s pleasure, and I knew that in her ecstasy she would forget all about me for a while.

It was nearly time for Oliver to arrive, and Anne quickly put on the rest of her clothes – a half-cup brassiere that left her nipples exposed, a semi-transparent black blouse with a deep frilly collar that continued down the front, and a black leather mini-skirt that ended an inch or two above her stocking tops. When she bent over to tie on her dress shoes, her knickers were clearly visible.

As we walked down the stairs, it was just seven o’clock; time for Oliver to arrive. There was a lump in my throat as I thought about what was about to thappenake place, but Anne was calm, her excitement contained, as she made her final preparations for her young lover. A dab of perfume behind each ear, at the base of her throat and between her breasts, and she was ready for love!

When the doorbell rang, Anne walked slowly to the door and opened it to allow Oliver to enter. He looked nervous and stuttered a greeting, but Anne pulled his face down to hers and gave him the first of many kisses that night.

“My darling boy, come and make yourself comfortable in the sitting room,” she said, “Bill will fix you a stiff drink to settle your nerves, and get you in the mood. I want you to be totally relaxed, so that you can enjoy the show that I am going to put on for you.” Turning to me, she continued, “I will have a small dry martini, thank you, my dear, and when you have done that, turn the lights down low, and put something nice and smoochy on the record player. Oliver and I are going to dance a little.”

When I had fixed their drinks, I poured a rather large glass of single malt for myself, turned the dimmer switch down, and went round the room lighting the scented candles that Anne had placed there earlier in the day. (removed I) Then I put an album of Jack Jones in the player, adjusted the volume to a comfortable level and settled myself deep in my favourite armchair, from where I would be able to watch Anne and Oliver.

Anne stood in the middle of the floor and swayed her body seductively. As she did so, she undid the buttons of her blouse, looked Oliver in the eyes, and then beckoned to him to join her. Her got up and stood in front of her a little awkwardly. She put her arms around him, her hands stroking from his shoulders and down his back to rest on his bottom. Resting her head on his shoulder, she started to sway in time to the music. Oliver had no choice but to follow her movements, and very soon they were moving in harmony, their bodies pressed close together.

Anne lifted her head, and looking him in the eyes, murmured in a seductive voice, “Kiss me, Oliver; I want to be kissed; kiss me like you do all the other girls you have seduced.” Of course, Anne was aware that Oliver was relatively inexperienced, but she also knew that treating him like a practised lady-killer would boost his self-confidence and make him a much better lover.

Soon it wasn’t only their bodies that were dancing, as they kissed with increasing passion and urgency. Their tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouths, from time to time entwining in a frenzy of sexual desire. The vision before me of these two beautiful people totally absorbed in each other struck me as being both extremely romantic and, at the same time, deeply arousing. Oliver had his arms around Anne, but appeared a little shy about putting them where his instincts must surely have been telling him to do. To give him encouragement to explore the delights of her body more daringly, she reached behind her and, while holding his right hand, moved it down until it rested on her leather-clad bottom.

Oliver soon got the message, and like any red-blooded male, now that he had been given the go-ahead, felt emboldened to go further. As they continued to sway in time with the music, I watched as he moved his hand down from her bottom to feel the bare flesh at the tops of her thighs and then up under her skirt to caress her bottom. His hand was hidden from my excited gaze, but I was sure that he had his hand inside her French knickers, which were designed to give easy access to the delights of the naked flesh beneath. After three or four songs, Anne pulled away from Oliver and ran her eyes up and down his body in a blatantly seductive way. His penis was quite clearly erect, straining at the constraints of his clothes.

Anne began to stroke the bulge in his trousers. “Mmm,” she murmured, “that feels nice. I am looking forward to getting better acquainted with it very soon. But first let’s dance a bit more; it’s getting me really turned on, and I'm getting very wet between my legs.”

She then moved close to him, so that her back was pressed against his chest and as she turned her head to kiss him again, she said, “It would be very nice if you would put your hands inside my blouse. My breasts are dying for some attention.”

It soon became obvious to me from the way Anne was undulating her pelvis and thrusting her bottom back into Oliver’s groin that she would like his hands somewhere else as well. Her skirt, although short, made access more difficult from the front and as Anne had her hands behind Oliver so that she could caress his bottom, I got up to help. I undid the zip at the side of her skirt and gently pulled it over her hips so that it could fall at her feet. Anne gave me a grateful smile and blew me a kiss, as she kicked it to one side. Her blouse was now fully open at the front, revealing the smooth flesh of her tummy with its delicious little belly button. I knew she loved to have it licked, and I wondered if Oliver would find that out later on. He had pushed the cups of her bra down in order to get unobstructed access to her breasts, and he was alternately stroking them and pinching her erect nipples.

With her skirt removed, Oliver did not need any further prompting, butprompting but moved his hand down her tummy and under the waistband of her knickers, which made her squirm with pleasure. They continued to kiss, eyes closed, as they concentrated on the sensual feelings flooding their bodies. As their excitement mounted further, they began to breathe heavily, and I knew, with a mixture of arousal and anxiety, that it would not be long before I would be watching my wife being fucked by a young and virile stud.

Anne turned in Oliver’s arms and started to undo the buttons of his shirt, followed by the fastening of his trousers. She knelt to pull his trousers off, and as she did so, leaned forward to kiss the head of his cock through the material of his briefs. She stood up and pushed him back onto the settee, and as he sat down, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off in one movement. His cock sprang free, and she stroked it gently, licking her lips with desire. It was not overly large, probably a little above average length but quite slim, and it had a distinct upward curve – the kind of cock that is best for finding a woman’s G-spot. Oliver had also been circumcised as a baby, and the remains of his foreskin were rumpled up behind the glans, which shone in the candlelight.

“Oooh, that is lovely,” Anne cooed, “in a minute or two I am going to give it some really special attention, but to begin with I am going to dance for you again to really turn you on. You just sit there and enjoy it – you can stroke your penis a bit if you like; I will enjoy watching that, but don't cum yet.”

With that, she stepped back and sexily slipped off her blouse. Her bra followed, and she stood there in front of Oliver, slowly undulating her hips, her red-gold locks cascading over her shoulders. She started to give Oliver a sexy little dance that made him groan with excitement. After a minute or two of teasing, she knelt between his legs and started to caress his cock with her breasts, rubbing the nipples up and down the shaft and over the glans. A little bead of liquid had formed at its tip, and she bent forward and very delicately licked it before taking the head in her mouth, her lips closed around that acutely sensitive spot just behind the glans. She put one hand around the shaft and began to move it up and down very slowly, whilst she cupped his heavy balls with the other. I had never watched anything so erotic.

Anne stopped what she was doing for a moment and whispered to Oliver so quietly that I had to strain to hear what she said. “I am going to titty-fuck you now until you are on the verge of your orgasm, and then I am going to finish you off with a wonderful blow job. You don’t have to do anything, just lie back and enjoy. Once you have cum for the first time, you will be able to keep going for much longer when you are fucking me, which will allow us both to reach greater heights of pleasure together.”

It wasn't very long before Oliver stiffened and thrust his pelvis up against Anne's mouth, lifting his buttocks right off the settee. His cock jerked as he pumped copious offerings of his cum into her mouth. There was so much that it leaked out of the corners and down her chin, and as she sat back, several large drops fell onto her breasts. “Yummy,” she said, “You do taste nice. I hope I will be able to have more of that later tonight, but not till after you have come in my pussy.”

She used a finger to mop up the semen on her chin and then, adding it to the drops that had already fallen on her breasts, began to massage it into her soft flesh. When she was satisfied, she stood up and, looking Oliver deep into his eyes, slipped her hand into the waistband of her knickers and down over her pussy. Even though the light was dim, Oliver could clearly see that she was rubbing her clitoris. The lewdness of her blatant sexuality as she pushed two fingers into her vagina had its desired effect, and his limp cock started to stiffen and grow again.

She pulled her fingers out and put them into his open mouth for him to suck. “It is your turn to taste me”, she said. “This is my nectar, and it is flowing just for you. See how sweet it is. It’s almost time to embark on our journey, but first I want you to feast your eyes on my pussy and sample its tender delights with your fingers and tongue.”

She stepped back and parting her legs she gently stroked her pussy, and then lewdly pulled her labia apart to show Oliver the pink flesh at its heart. She pushed her groin forwards and, sliding two fingers into her vagina, began to fuck herself slowly and seductively. “Touch me, Oliver, please touch me. Put your fingers into me. I want to feel your fingers fucking me,” she begged.

Oliver stretched his hand out and put it between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her gaping hole. “Not so roughly, Oliver,” she said. “A woman’s pussy is like a delicate flower. Treat it roughly, and you can hurt it, but if you are tender and gentle, it will blossom in your hands.” She paused for a moment. “Oh, that’s better. Ooh, that’s lovely, just like that. Oooh, keep doing that. Oooooh, I’m nearly there. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oooh.” She pushed her pussy hard against Oliver’s hand, his fingers slipping deeper into her velvety depths, and a look of rapture crossed her face as she had her first orgasm of the evening.

“That was wonderful,” she said, “but now I really need to feel your cock inside me and feel to (not sure if you need the to) feel you spurt deep into my cunt.”

She got onto the settee and straddled Oliver’s thighs. Lowering herself down until his cock was nestled between the folds of her pussy, she leaned forward so that her breasts were lightly touching his chest. Then she started to slide backwards and forwards along the length of his cock, rubbing her nipples against his body. She put one hand back to fondle his balls whilst she gently stroked his face and lips with the other, before gently dipping her face down to his. With one arm around her waist, Oliver cupped her bottom, gently pressing his middle finger against her puckered anus.

They kept this up for several minutes, both savouring the sensations spreading from their genitals, until Anne lifted herself up and, taking hold of Oliver’s cock held it against the entrance to her vagina. His cock and balls glistened with a liberal coating of Anne’s secretions whilst her labia were fully engorged, ready for their coupling.

Anne stopped for a moment and said, “Oliver, I want you to look me in the eyes as I lower myself onto you. We are about to become one flesh, and through the union of our bodies there will also be a union of our souls. This is a sacred moment, and what we are about to do can never be undone.”

With their eyes locked together in deepest concentration, Anne slowly impaled herself on Oliver’s cock until every inch was inside her, the cheeks of her bottom resting on his thighs and balls. They paused for a moment, and it looked to me as if they were truly fused into one. They both sighed in unison and then began to fuck, slowly at first, but with a steadily increasing tempo.

Soon Anne was squealing with pleasure, occasionally shouting Oliver’s name, whilst Oliver cried out repeatedly, “Oh, Anne. Oh, Anne.” As she rode him, Anne rocked her pelvis back and forth, the cheeks of her bottom clenching as she massaged Oliver’s shaft with her vaginal muscles. The eroticism of the sight was too much for me, and unbuckling my jeans, I took out my rock-hard cock and started to masturbate myself in time with their thrusts.

Their orgasms came simultaneously, and with a shout they thrust hard against each other, Oliver’s balls contracting as he pumped spurt after spurt of his seed deep into Anne’s womb. Their climaxes seemed to go on forever as they floated in a timeless place of exquisite sensations and mutual pleasure. Finally, they relaxed, and Anne slumped down onto Oliver’s chest. As she laid her head on his shoulder, I heard her whisper, “I love you, Oliver. I love you, my darling boy. I love you, and I am never going to let you go.”

They remained there in a state of post-coital bliss and exhaustion for many minutes, Oliver’s now softening cock still embedded in Anne’s vagina. Eventually, however, Anne slipped off and lay by his side, their combined juices streaming out of her onto the leather of the settee beneath. She opened her eyes and looked over at me. “That was wonderful,” she said. “That was a truly heavenly experience. I am so glad that you let me take Oliver as a lover.”

She then looked down at my throbbing cock, the head almost purple. “Oh, poor Bill. Look, Oliver, look how excited he is. We really must do something about that.” Turning back to me, she went on, “Come over here, my darling, and I will let you enjoy the feel of Oliver’s spunk filling my cunt. After you have come, you can show Oliver how to make love to a woman’s pussy with your lips and tongue." Turning back to Oliver, she went on, "Bill really is the world’s expert at satisfying a woman that way, and if you learn well from himhim, you will be able to make many women very happy.”

After I had come, I did as she had asked, sucking and licking her until she had her third orgasm of the evening. The taste of our combined juices was not unpleasant, a mixture of sweet and salty, a bit like melon with salt sprinkled on it.

Once I was dressed, I went out to the kitchen to prepare a light supper. Anne and Oliver went upstairs to bathe each other before getting ready for bed. From the evidence of Anne’s shouts of ecstasy and joy which echoed down the stairs, they fucked again in the bathroom. (removed and) Although I didn’t want to intrude on their intimacy, I found it very arousing to imagine Anne bent down with her hands on the edge of the bath whilst Oliver pounded her from behind.

After a decent interval, I took their supper up, along with three glasses of champagne, two mugs, and a vacuum flask containing hot chocolate to sustain them during the night. I found them sitting up in our bed, both naked with the duvet covering their lower halves. It was obvious that Oliver had his hand on Anne’s pussy, and she had a look on her face of utter contentment. Giving them their glasses of champagne and raising mine, I proposed a toast, “To Oliver, and his coming of age.” I then turned down the lights and left them to continue their lovemaking in private, although I left the door to the room open as Anne had requested.

I then went into my office to finish reading the Sunday papers with a nice cigar and a glass of particularly fine single malt. I felt strangely drained and also a little anxious, but at the same time I was happy that Oliver was able to give Anne so much pleasure.

After about an hour I went up to my bed in the spare room, butroom but found it difficult to fall asleep because of the sounds of lovemaking emanating from the bedroom opposite, Anne’s soprano cries contrasting with Oliver’s baritone, as they made sweet music together. The real problem, however, was that in that strange hinterland where I was neither awake nor asleep, my anxieties rose to the surface.

I tossed and turned, eventually falling into a fitful sleep, but at about dawn, as the light was creeping in through the curtains, I was awakened by screams of pleasure coming from our bedroom. Unable to stop myself, I got out of bed and walked across the landing to look in through the door, drawn by some deep voyeuristic urge to watch Anne and Oliver as they fucked each other silly. What I saw was more arousing and more beautiful than even the best pornographic films. Oliver was fucking Anne doggy fashion, thrusting his cock deep into her pussy whilst she was frigging her clitoris for all she was worth and crying out incoherently at the top of her voice. I watched until they climaxed, paroxysms of intense sensation making their bodies shake, before they collapsed forwards onto the bed, totally exhausted.

I went back to bed and eventually fell asleep, as lurid dreams of naked young men and women fucking in all sorts of combinations flickered across my fevered imagination 

I eventually woke up at about half past eight feeling oddly refreshed, but still highly sexually excited by what I had heard and seen since Oliver arrived at our front door.

Getting out of my single bed, I walked out onto the landing and into our bedroom. I crossed to the window on tiptoe to avoid disturbing the sleeping lovers on our king-size double bed. Opening the curtains to allow the morning sunshine into the room, I was rewarded by one of the most ravishingly beautiful sights I had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a stirring in my groin, as if my cock and balls were about to melt with arousal and desire.

Oliver and my wife were cuddled together on the bed, totally naked, the duvet pushed to one side. They were both still fast asleep, their mutual passion for the moment satisfied as they rested from the exertions of the night just gone. The light from the window surrounded them in a golden haze, and their bodies seemed to glow in its warmth. Oliver's limbs were firm and well-muscled like those of a Greek hero. Anne's body was soft and rounded like a ripe soft peach, designed by nature to be worshipped and adored.

Anne lay on her back with her eyes closed with a blissful expression of deep contentment on her face. With one hand she held Oliver's head to her breast, and the other gently rested against his left buttock as he lay on his side next to her, his right hand nestling between her parted thighs.

Leaving the room, I went down to the kitchen where I made a pot of tea for myself, put some croissants under the grill, and prepared the coffee maker ready for the lovers when they awoke. A few minutes later, whilst I was seated at the kitchen table enjoying my first cup of tea of the day. Anne came into the kitchen clad only in a light robe tied loosely at the front, which did little to hide her loveliness from my eyes. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she leaned across the table and kissed me gently on the lips. Her breasts fell free of her gown, and I could see that they were covered in love-bites, evidence of her night of passion.

“Thank you, my darling,” she murmured, “for letting me have Oliver. He is a most amazing lover, and he has such stamina. He fucked me five times during the night, and I don’t believe his cock softened at all until we finally fell asleep. The last time he was able to go on for ages before he climaxed, and I had several exquisite orgasms as he thrust in and out of my cunt.”

I put my hands out to feel her breasts, letting their weight rest softly on my palms, and I returned her kiss, our lips parting as our tongues danced together in a moment of gentle communion. As we kissed, Oliver appeared in the doorway and paused. He was naked and seemed uncertain whether to enter, perhaps a little embarrassed.

“Come in, Oliver,” I called out, “Come in and feast your eyes on the sight of this beautiful woman. Your night of passion has made her even more ravishing. I think that you will have to fuck her on a regular basis; it’s better than a course of treatment at the beauty parlour. But I am sure that she would appreciate some more attention from your splendid young cock before you go back home.”

Standing up, I moved over to Anne, who was leaning against the table, and slipped off her robe to prepare her once more for Oliver’s embrace. I watched as he took her in his arms, warm flesh against warm flesh. Forgetting me, Anne reached down between his legs to caress his cock, that wonderful object of her desire, eager to make it hard and erect again, so that it was ready once more to penetrate the very heart of her being.

Still holding his cock, Anne turned, and putting her arms on the table, she leaned forward and spoke softly and lovingly, “My darling Oliver, I do so love you. Put your beautiful cock into me and fuck me again; I need you inside me; I need you to take me back to the land of bliss. Oh, fuck me hard and harder, my darling lover!”

From where I stood, I could see that Anne’s pussy was soaked in her juices, which were flowing so freely that they were starting to run down the insides of her thighs. The inner lips of her pussy were enlarged and parted, disclosing the entrance to her vagina, which was already open and waiting for Oliver’s cock to enter and penetrate its dark velvety depths. I watched enthralled as Oliver gently stroked the head of his cock along the length of her pussy. When it was coated in her nectar, he thrust it deep inside her, until they became one flesh once more.

“Oh Oliver,” Anne sighed, “That is heavenly, my angel. You fill me so completely it feels as if your cock is going to pierce my heart.”

As they fucked in front of me, oblivious to my presence, there were no more words. All that could be heard were the sound of Oliver’s balls slapping hard against Anne’s clitoris at the end of each stroke of his cock, and their moans of pleasure.

I sat down facing Anne so that I could watch her face and experience her rapture through the expressions passing across her beautiful features as she mounted towards her climax. She had pushed herself up on her hands so that she could push backwards against Oliver each time he thrust deeply into her, almost as if through the energy of their passion they could become truly fused into one.

Then something happened that I had never seen before. A sudden, violent convulsion shook Anne’s whole body, and she jerked upwards hard against Oliver’s chest, her head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and from her mouth came a series of unearthly high-pitched shrieks, as she was utterly consumed by her orgasm. Her rapture triggered an equally violent climax in Oliver, who thrust up so hard that Anne's feet were lifted off the floor. For a moment the lovers were wracked by spasms of extreme pleasure in a mutual climax of an intensity I had never witnessed before. In his moment of ecstasy, Oliver opened wide his mouth, and let out a bellow of triumph, like a prize bull.

As their orgasms subsided, their bodies began to relax. Anne was almost unconscious, and her muscles became so limp that Oliver was forced to hold onto her tightly to prevent her from falling to the floor. I stood up to help him get her onto a chair, and as his cock slipped out of her body, a stream of semen and her secretions poured down her leg onto the floor. Her eyes were still shut, but there was a look of such utter serenity on her face that my heart was moved with love. It had been an extraordinary privilege to witness the beauty of their coupling.

“Oliver,” I said, “I must thank you for giving my wife such indescribable pleasure. Carry her upstairs now to the bathroom and gently wash every part of her body with love and tenderness. Then take her back to bed and hold her in your arms until she falls asleep. You have a few more hours before you need to go back home.”

I went through to my office, made myself comfortable on the settee and, opening my dressing gown, started to fondle my rock-hard cock and aching balls. I was so aroused by the amazingly wonderful act of sex and love that I had just witnessed, I knew that it would not take me long to reach my own orgasm.

Later, after I had showered and dressed, it was nearly one o’clock, and time for Oliver to return home. I knocked quietly on our bedroom door and went downstairs to prepare a light lunch, followed a few minutes later by Oliver. Once Oliver had gone, I checked on Anne. She was still sound asleep, so I went into the garden with my lunch, a glass of wine and the Sunday papers. The combination of food and wine meant that I didn’t do much reading but just dozed in the warm sunshine, lulled by the sound of the birds and bees.

Anne woke at about eight o’clock that evening and was so hungry that it wasn't until she had eaten a hearty dinner that she replied to my question about what had happened after Oliver had carried her upstairs again that morning.

“It was lovely, Bill,” she said, "Oliver was so gentle and caring. He laid me on the bed whilst he ran a bath, then he lowered me into the water and washed my body from head to foot. After he had rinsed me off, he gently caressed me all over. It was so erotic as he first cupped my breasts in his hands and then tenderly parted the folds of my pussy to explore its most intimate depths with his fingers.”

Her description of the loving way Oliver had caressed her was so moving that I wished I could have been there to witness it for myself. I didn't interrupt, however, but just stroked Anne’s hair as she continued. “After he had bathed me, Oliver lifted me out of the bath, dried me and carried me through to the bedroom, where he laid me on the bed and showered me all over with little kisses. When he got into bed, he cuddled behind me and cradled my breast with one hand, gently stroked my vulva and clitoris with the other, sending little ripples of pleasure through me which made me feel all warm and fluttery inside."

She paused for a moment, then went on, "When he was hard, Oliver entered me again, and we lay for a while hardly moving, but just floated in a sea of bliss before he started to fuck me slowly and sensuously. When we came, it felt as if we were melting into each other. It was not at all like my earlier orgasms, but absolutely wonderful just the same.”

For some time neither of us said anything. Anne was lost in a reverie as she remembered the wonder of her recent lovemaking whilst I pondered on what she had said and tried to understand what it might mean for us and our future.

Finally, I spoke, “I am so glad that Oliver was able to make you so happy and that you shared such heights of pleasure. When I watched you together, I knew you were falling in love with him, and I am happy for you both, but I must ask what this means for us.”

“Oh, I still love you, my darling, and you will always be number one in my heart. It was just different with Oliver — more urgent and intense, but you are one with whom I wish to spend the rest of my life, although I will want to see him from time to time.” She giggled. “Would you like to reclaim your wife and make love to me now?”

“Not tonight, my love,” I replied. “Today you belong to Oliver. Tomorrow will be different, and after giving you a nice massage with that expensive French body lotion, I am going to lick your pussy until you squeal and fuck you until you cry for mercy.”

“Oooh, you make me shiver in anticipation. I do so like to be at the mercy of a strong dominant man,” she said in a little girly voice, “just thinking about it makes my tummy turn over and my pussy tingle. Switch off the lights and get into bed with me — it will soon be morning.”