Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 14

Geoff  The Model

Geoffrey's Cock Immortalized.

Based on posts by Only In My Mind, in 15 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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We
had paid for the J and W Rum and left the store when a rather naughty
thought occurred to me, and I freely admit to being both deeply ashamed
and inordinately proud of it at the same time. "Why not ask Tony if we
can rent the upstairs room at The Black Swan for a couple of hours," I
suggested. "That way you can have a proper birthday party in private and
we could see how it might work for our wedding."

"Isn't a bit big for just us seven girls? Or, I suppose nine if Wendy and Jane come along too."

"I
was thinking of popping along as well, if I'm welcome," I told her,
mischievously. "I thought that I might also invite some friends. You
know, for a bigger audience for the birthday girl's special treat." I
gave special a very sleazy emphasis.

"You wouldn't!" She gasped in astonished horror a moment later, as she realized what I was proposing.

"It's her fantasy," I reminded her. "At our age, when would she ever get the chance again?"

"She'd
be mortified. What if she gets stage fright and can't go on?" Marie
protested. "Then she'll feel as though she's let everyone down."

"What
if she doesn't, and she gets the chance to give a live sex performance
in front of total strangers as well as her friends," I countered. "This
has been her fantasy since she saw that one in Amsterdam when she was in
her twenties. You and I, along with our friends, could make it happen,
this week. Her life-long unfulfilled dream; why would we not?"

I
understood Marie's reluctance. Despite my enthusiasm, I wasn't
oblivious to all the things that might go wrong. Our audience needed to
be discreet; the setting private and the atmosphere warm and intimate.
If this was going to happen, I had three days to arrange it. Grand: I
enjoyed a challenge.

"Who would you invite?" Marie asked. Aha! She was considering it.

"All
your friends will be there, of course, including Margie and Sue,
Charles if he can make it, Wendy and Jane, Ken and his wife, Mike and
his two ladies and our student friends. Not quite twenty in the
audience."

"That's a lot of people," she mused.

"All the better," I countered.

"What
about you?" It was a reasonable question. A solo performance was okay
in principle, but that wasn't Jo's fantasy. She needed a sex partner, a
performing cock, me.

"I
think I'm okay with it," I replied. "I've given business critical
presentations in front of important clients, academics, ministers. Some
to groups of a hundred or more. This, in front of friends, actually
seems less intimidating; for now at least."

"Just
when I think I have your measure, my love," she smiled at me. "You
surprise me once again." She touched my cheek, fondly. "Don't ever
stop."

I
was slightly distracted driving home, making a mental list of what
needed to be done by Friday. Then something Marie had said registered.
"You said that Jo should have been with us tomorrow," I recalled. "Who
will be coming, then?"

"Well,
it should have been Jo and Kate. Then Megan and Sam, then Angie and
Lucy and then, of course, we have to fit in Margie and Sue." She frowned
in frustration. "But you sleep with Angie and me regularly. And Lucy
almost as often, it seems. You only just fucked Megan this afternoon and
Margie and Sue over the weekend." She tutted to herself. "Angie's
getting quite vexed at the way your random copulations are messing up
her spreadsheet." She gave me a wry smile across the car. "Little
Geoffrey's been a busy boy just lately. Not that I'm complaining," she
added quickly, in case I misunderstood. "I'm more than content that
you're not neglecting me."

"Wednesday night?" I reminded her of my original question.

"Well, that's the thing; isn't it?" She squirmed uncomfortably. "The obvious two are Kate and Sam."

She
was right of course. In Jo's absence, Megan would have been the obvious
substitute. Megan whose bed I'd just left. The next in the sequence was
Sam, the forty-something paramedic; Kate's daughter.

"Oh," I contributed, rather unhelpfully.

"Exactly,"
Marie replied. "But we knew that it could happen. We even decided that
we would be prepared to invite them both on the same evening, but not to
have our open-door policy afterwards. I think that encouraging incest,
even lesbian incest, is a step too far." She smiled to herself. "Even
for us."

When
got home, Marie was going to speak to Sam and Kate to explain the
situation and find out how they felt about it, and then ring round to
tell the others about our plan. I made some calls of my own.

First
was Tony, the landlord at The Black Swan. We'd just seen the room, but
if it wasn't available, the whole prospect became more difficult. It was
and I agreed to call in that evening to discuss the arrangements. That
meant that I was free to invite guests. Like Marie, I shied away from
involving family. As tempting as it was, Peter, Linda and their partners
were not getting an invitation to see me banging one of Marie's best
friends.

Mike,
my friend from my rugby days called to his wife when I told him my
plan. She shouted back that they would all be delighted to come. She
wanted to meet the people who had made the idea of their own formal
three person relationship seem possible.

Next
was Adrian. He seemed to be the core of the group of students we'd met
in the pub. He and Emily, his very submissive girlfriend, were close to
Angie and me. They were both eager to come and he was sure that the
others, Mark, Tabbie and Alice, would too.

Our
favorite taxi driver, Ken, seemed keen but he needed to speak to his
wife, Cath, before he accepted for both of them. Personally, though I'd
only spoken to her on the phone, I was sure that she'd agree.

I
had left it to Marie to speak to Wendy and Jane and also to see if
Megan thought Charles might be able to attend. We met up about an hour
later in the kitchen. Everyone we'd spoken to was on board, we merely
needed confirmation from the others. I asked Marie how she'd described
the plan to Wendy and Jane.

She
looked a little awkward. "I invited them to the pub to meet the girls. I
told them that it was a surprise birthday party for one of my friends
and, if you could arrange it at short notice, there might be some adult
entertainment. I think that they are expecting a male stripper or
something. They both seemed very enthusiastic."

Sam
had been on duty when my wife called. She had explained the situation
to Kate who had promised to talk to her daughter and get back to us.

We
were deciding what to have for tea when Colin joined us. This time
without his friend, Mia. "Hello, sweetheart," his grandma greeted him.
"Where's your friend?"

"She does art club on Tuesdays after school. Her mum will pick her up."

"Grandad was thinking about making a lamb keema for tea. Does that sound okay?"

"That sounds amazing," he replied. He's an easy lad to feed.

I
sent him off to start his homework while we prepped the meal. In ten
minutes the onions were sliced, the garlic grated and the spices
measured ready to add. I finished chopping the wilted spinach and
checked the recipe. "All done, just twenty minutes cooking from start to
finish."

I left my wife to amuse herself and went in search of Colin. He was in my study frowning at my laptop. "Problem?" I asked.

"I
have to give three examples of something called 'Entropy' and I can't
really. I sort of understood in class, but it's just gone out of my
head."

A
passage from a Douglas Adams book came to mind; something about the
Tribesmen of the Cold Hillsides, the Princes of The Plains and the
Dwellers in the Forest. The first two would wage war with each other in
the forest and the latter group would suffer terribly as collateral
damage. When they asked why the war had to take place in their forest,
the answer, The Reason, seemed so obvious while it was being explained
but less so when they returned to the smoldering remains of their
villages. Most folk would recognize the feeling. I tried to help.
"Imagine this. Your mum has spent all Saturday morning cleaning and
tidying your bedroom. What does it look like the following Friday?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Not great," he mumbled.

"That's
entropy," I explained. "Your mum expended energy to put things into an
ordered state but, over time,