Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 2

Lazy Sunday

A retired couple discover the perfect Sunday.

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

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List of main characters.

Geoff: 
 retired materials scientist. Mid-sixties. 5 foot 10 inch, ex amateur
rugby player, still swims, runs and walks to keep fit. More than
adequately equipped to satisfy his wife.

Marie: 
 retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her husband, Geoff. 5
foot 2 inch voluptuous build, with D cup tits and proportionate bum and
hips. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and olive skin inherited
from her French grandmother.

Angie: 
 possibly retired mathematician (may still be involved in intelligence
gathering, she won't discuss her work). Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inch,
slender athletic build. Firm B cup tits, brown hair and famously dirty
mind.

Mike:   research biochemist. Mid-fifties. 6 foot 1 inch, also rugby player. Good looking for his age.

It
had been a funny old weekend. It started on Friday evening when my
wife, Marie, came home from catching up with her friends at our local
and burst into tears. She was upset because she was getting laid and
they weren't so she wanted me to have sex with them, but was afraid I'd
refuse.

On
Saturday, she'd invited her friend, Angie, to our home for an evening
meal, after which, along with a couple of bottles of wine we batted
Marie's generous gesture back and forth.

You
must be wondering what the issue is: I'm a bloke, my wife actually
wants me to fuck her friends and we're all retired over-sixties so
no-one's getting pregnant; why am I apparently so reluctant to go along
with it? Don't worry, even though I've already explained in detail in a
previous story, It will become clearer. I haven't finished with the
weekend yet.

That
Saturday Angie dissected my disinclination to be unfaithful to my wife,
even with permission, and came up with a suggestion. Look, we were a
bit pissed and she is really smart. She won't say, but I think she used
to work for Her Majesty's Government at GCHQ as a cryptographer. Anyway,
her idea was that the 'girls' visit us in pairs and I fuck one while
the other has sex with Marie; then we swap. I know it sounds stupid but
we were quite tipsy and it did actually make sense at the time. That
left the elephant in the room. Sorry, that was a metaphor, no elephants
were molested during the course of these events.

Ah,
yes the elephant: I had confessed to my wife and her friend that I
didn't want to damage our newly repaired relationship by having sex with
other women because I wasn't secure enough to accept her having sex
with other men as part of a quid pro quo. But if my wife could tolerate
us both having sex with the same women, perhaps the drunken idea was,
actually, the genius concept that Angie claimed.

One
thing led to another and we all ended up together in bed. Angie
discovered her inner lesbian and, with coaching from me, proved to be
quite a gifted muff diver. My wife discovered that she wasn't repelled
by another woman's touch, several times and quite vocally.

But
could Marie cope with me and another woman doing the deed? If you read
my last story, you already know. She actually pushed my cock inside her
friend for me! Then she played with Angie's tits and clit until she
came. And did she come! Apparently, it had been a while and we both did
some of our best work on her. In fairness, we were quite excited too and
may have got a bit carried away but we did feel a bit guilty for
reducing this athletic super brain to the mindless, limp, sweaty
fuckdoll laying comatose on our bed.

So
to Sunday; I woke up about eight, with my erect cock lodged in Angie's
bum crack, and not wanting to add sexual assault to my concerns, I
turned over to face my wife on the other side of the bed. She was
already awake. "Fancy a quickie?" She whispered. "All that sex last
night and I still never got you inside me even once."

"Okay,"
I replied quietly. "But then we have to make sure Angie isn't broken.
We'll have to keep her if she is. It's not like we can take her back."

Marie
giggled, "She'll be as good as new: Better, in fact. A good meal, good
company, good wine, great sex and probably the best night's sleep she's
had in months. Now, are you going to put that thing inside me or are you
planning to let it go to waste?"

I
reached up and started to squeeze her tits as we kissed. While Angie is
tall and lithe with firm but small B cup boobs, Mother Nature endowed
her bounty on my wife's chest. Full and ample D cups that have barely
dropped since she was in her teens. They look even more impressive as
she's only 5 foot 2, but they match her glorious round bum.

Reluctantly
leaving go of one tit, I snaked my hand down between us to sample the
delights between her thighs. She sighed and shifted slightly to allow me
better access. I could tell that she was already ready for me as my
middle finger slipped easily into her cunt. I pondered for a second then
came to a decision.

I
carefully moved the quilt that had been covering us and indicated that
Marie should move to the middle of the bed, facing her friend. We
managed as quietly as we could and renewed our love-making. I was able
to get one arm placed so that I could attack my wife's bum and cunt from
behind, while the other hand played with her tits.

Once
I realized that she was beginning to get impatient, I slipped inside
her warm wet cunt from behind. They say that it's nice to go travelling
and even nicer to come home. That's how I felt just then. I'd had
incredible sex with another woman just a few hours ago but now, little
Geoff was warm and comfy in his happy place. This was what I feared
losing; why I'd been reluctant. It was just so fucking good!

We
just moved together in long slow strokes for ages, both just reveling
in the feel of each other's bodies, neither of us needed the urgency of
release. Eventually, Marie started to gasp quietly and then shuddered as
her first climax washed over her. I paused for a few seconds as she
caught her breath and then, so slowly, started our rhythm again. This
was our version of the famous cocktail, The Slow Comfortable Screw.

I
was in heaven: one hand was kneading my wife's glorious tits while my
cock was burrowing up and down her slippery love tunnel. Then Marie
moved just a little to get comfortable, or so I assumed, until I felt a
warm hand cupping my balls. Ah, Angie's awake. Marie had been moving to
get access to Angie's tits.

And
so we lay there, me slowly fucking my wife who was, in turn, kissing
her friend and fondling her tits while Angie returned the compliment as
she stroked my balls as they moved back and forth between my wife's
thighs. After a few minutes Angie moved her hand so that it was stroking
Marie's clit and rubbing against my shaft as it moved in and out of
her. Marie had already had one gentle orgasm but this double assault
took her over the edge and this time I felt her cunt muscles spasm as
she came hard.

I
still hadn't come, so I considered asking Angie if she wanted me to
fuck her too, but she got in first. "Geoff," she looked at me a bit
sheepishly. "I wanna be a real dirty girl for you. Please can I?"

I
tried to imagine what Angie could possibly find embarrassing after the
previous night. This I had to see. "Go for it," I said. "Tell me what
you want me to do."

She
turned to Marie who had flopped down on her back to wallow in her early
morning warm post-coital glow. "Hey babe, can I suck your fella's
cock?"

"Just as long as you do it quietly," Marie replied drowsily, and closed her eyes.

"Round
here, stud!" She ordered. I complied, puzzled. Not that a blow job
wouldn't be appreciated but why would that make her feel so awkward? She
sat up and slid her legs off the bed. Even though I seen her naked the
previous night; even though I'd kissed and caressed those small firm
tits; even though I'd kissed her from her bum crack to clit, the sight
of her naked, waiting to suck my cock as my wife lay naked next to her
had me so hard it hurt.

Angie took me in her hand and looked up at me, "I really need you to tell me when you're about to come. You'll see why."

Then
she focused on my cock: It's a nice one and we've always been very
happy together and Marie says it's lovely to look at. Angie studied it
for a minute then looked up at me and nodded. "Yes," she said. "It's