Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 11

Going Dancing

They meet Mia's mum and rethink their terms and conditions.

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

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My
name is Geoff. If you are reading my stories in chronological order you
will know that my wife and I are both retired and involved, sexually,
with several of her friends. One in particular, Angie, is so close to us
that we have invited her to be a third person in our relationship and,
to that end, we are planning a Star Wars themed ceremony to celebrate
our union in front of family and friends.

Gone Dancing.

This
account begins one Thursday, when our grandson had invited a friend's
mum to visit us after school. Colin, said grandson, had asked us if he
could invite Mia, a school friend, to our wedding as his plus-one. I
agreed, on condition that her mum was okay with Mia attending and
approved of her choice of outfit. As we were having our costumes
designed and made by students at the local university's fashion design
faculty, at our expense, I had veto rights and I thought Mia's choice
was fine. But still, if Mia's mum thought that her daughter's costume
would be inappropriate, they would have to agree on something else. That
was why I wanted to meet them both.

Mia's
mum, well, she had told Colin that she wanted to talk to us because she
was a little confused. I assumed that was because Colin had asked her
daughter to accompany him to a wedding involving three people, with the
participants and guests dressed in Sci-Fi characters' costumes. I
respected the lady for wanting to know a little more about us under the
circumstances, before she consented.

Anyway,
that was only one issue I faced that Thursday. The other was that the
previous evening Lucy, an unhappily married artist in her early sixties,
had offered herself to me as a free-use fuck-toy. Oddly enough, it took
the three women to persuade me to accept her offer; I know; You would
have snapped her hand off if it had been you; I'm a worrier, so I
didn't.

The
thing is, the girls (their words) suggested that Lucy wanted to help me
to explore my inner self. As a retired materials science researcher,
that wasn't something that came naturally to me: as an artist, it was
what Lucy tried to do whenever she could. Eventually, of course, I caved
and the following hour or so found her bound and gagged, tortured with
vibrators, nipple clamps, heat, cold and whips before I finally had sex
with her, twice. Fortunately, she loved it. Unfortunately Marie, my
wife, found my apparent excesses disturbing. That morning, she seemed as
though she was still trying to come to terms with why.

Marie
seemed subdued as we ate breakfast. "Are we okay?" I asked, hesitantly,
uncertain as to whether I'd strayed over some obvious boundary the
previous evening.

"WE
are fine," she tried to reassure me. "I, on the other hand, am finding
that I'm not nearly as sexually secure as I try to try to pretend."

I
took a leaf out of Ronan Keating's book, or his songbook anyway. Oh,
come on; 'You say it best when you say nothing at all'. Surely? Never
mind. I sat quietly waiting for my wife to gather her thoughts.

Her
eyes filled with tears. I stood, took her hand and led her to the
living room. I sat her on the sofa and cuddled up next to her. "When
you're ready, I'm here for you," I told her. "You don't have to, but I
hope you trust me enough to share whatever it is that's troubling you."

She
gave a brave little smile as she took a tissue from the box on the
coffee table. "It's such a long time ago. It felt like it happened to
someone else, until Lucy described what you did to her: Then something
just felt so wrong. I realized, only this morning, what it was."

I didn't feel so flippant now. But she was happy to talk without prompting, so I let her set her own pace.

Taking
a deep breath, she resumed her explanation. "We were both about ten or
eleven. My cousin Paul and me. We were just playing together in the
garden one summer and he found some twine. We were comfortable with each
other so I let him tie my hands behind my back and he tickled me. It
was awful. I cried. Then he touched me, because he could. I couldn't
stop him. I was bound and totally helpless. I started to scream and he
let me go. I never told anyone and, by the time I met you, he was dead.
He had joined the forces; a Para. He died in the Falklands."

Marie
wiped her eyes. "It was wrong but, if he'd said he was sorry, I'd have
forgiven him. We were only kids. But, without realizing it, I've carried
that memory, buried, for years." She look apologetically at me. "I'm
sorry, Geoff. When Lucy described how helpless she felt, it reminded me
of that experience. I don't think I can do it."

I
shook my head. She didn't understand. "Marie. What I did with Lucy was
for her. Yes, I went further than I would usually have been comfortable
with, but I made sure that she had opportunities to back out or stop at
any time. She didn't." This was important to me. I knelt in front of
Marie and looked her in the eye. "If I never do that again, I won't
care. If it disturbs you, it will never be repeated. But I will never
ask any of you to let me do anything that would hurt you. Lucy wants to
do it again. Angie is desperate to try. Sam might enjoy something
similar, so might Megan. But you, my love, you don't, so I don't want
you to. It's that simple."

"You aren't disappointed?" She seemed surprised.

"Not
at all." I thought for a moment. "Well, yes; a little." Marie's eyes
started to fill up again so I carried on, hurriedly. "I'm disappointed
that you think I'd feel like that. I will never expect you to do
anything you don't want to. I will always accept "No" as a complete
answer. No need to justify or explain. Are you reassured?"

"I think so. I think that I feel better for telling you too."

"What about the others?" I decided that while we were having this conversation it was the right time to set boundaries.

She
understood. "I think I was worried that you doing this, with them,
would normalize it. That you'd do it to me without thinking, or worse,
resent me for rejecting you." She looked at with genuine concern. "You
wouldn't; would you?"

"Never.
I know who you are and I think I've come to know what you like. By all
means let's test our limits, but never to the point where one of us is
unhappy. Are we agreed?"

She
seemed much happier. "Agreed. And, to be clear, you are free to do
anything the other girls ask you to. It was Lucy who bragged about what
you did, not you. And she obviously relished every second." Marie
pondered for a moment. "Well, afterwards, possibly not during," she
grinned.

We
sat for a little while then went back to the kitchen, where I made us
both a fresh cup of tea to replace the drinks that had cooled while we'd
talked. We were just finishing the washing up when my phone rang. It
was Mike. I'd offered to pay for him to take his wife and sister in law
to the pub the previous night to spy on Lucy's fuckwit husband. I'd
forgotten that he'd promised an update that morning. I told my wife that
I'd explain later and hit the 'Answer call' icon. As Lucy was Marie's
friend it seemed only fair she heard our conversation. I switched my
phone to speaker.

"Good morning Mike. Marie is here with me and you are on speaker. Hung over at all?" We heard a snort of laughter.

"You should know, when you're involved with two women then obviously you get twice as much supervision. So no," he replied.

Marie
looked enquiringly at me. "Mike, Marie is just finding out that I asked
you to do some spying for me. Tell us, was Eddie there?"

"He was. And the group he was with were an obnoxious crew. Loud, foul mouthed boors the lot of them. Not just the men either."

Marie and I shared a look. "So he plays darts with women too?"

"Darts?" Mike sounded surprised. "Who mentioned darts? They don't even have a dartboard in The Fox and Hounds."

"Well," I explained. "Eddie told his wife, a friend of ours, that Wednesday night is now his darts night."

"Sorry
Geoff," Mike replied. "The only double top your mate was interested in
was bulging out of the low cut blouse belonging to the tarty looking
slapper he was buying drinks for all night."

Whatever vestiges of guilt I'd felt for including Lucy in our 'language classes' evaporated instantly.

I needed to be certain. "Are you sure it was Eddie?"

"I
thought you might ask, so I took a photo of my two best girls and made
sure that my target was clearly visible behind them. I'm se