Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 5

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

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A retired couple have an intriguing offer for her friends.

Main characters.

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

Marie;
 Geoff's wife. A retired modern languages lecturer. Same age as her
husband. 5 foot 2 inches 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;
 Marie's best friend. A mathematician who claims to be retired. Geoff
suspects that she still consults as a cryptographer for M I 5 at GCHQ
but she won't discuss it. Early sixties. 5 foot 10 inches, slender
athletic build. Firm B cup tits, brown hair and famously dirty mind.

Even
with my science degrees, I never really sat and thought about it in
much more detail. And now; well here I was, exploring my wife's inner
mysteries with my cock. Her channel felt very different to a cunt and
the sphincter gripping round my root felt a little intimidating; like it
could grip really tight and cut off my circulation.

Anyway, we were where we were, so I sought guidance. "Are you okay, love?" I was starting to feel a little guilty.

"If
I'm being honest," she replied. "I'm feeling a little conflicted right
now." She gave a little shudder. "It doesn't hurt and it feels really
naughty but, at the same time it feels as though I'm terminally
constipated and pooing backwards."

"I can pull out if you want me to," I offered. "Or I can move in and out to see how it feels for you."

"Give me a minute to get my head together," she said. "Then you can start fucking me."

Some
of the guidance we'd read on-line suggested that playing with the
woman's clit as the man stroked, enhanced her pleasure so I reached down
between her thighs and started to rub the shy little nubbin.

"Oh, Geoff, Yes," she moaned.

I
wasn't sure whether that was an instruction to commence or just
recognition of my efforts to date, but I decided to use my initiative
and start moving. Very slowly at first, I pulled my hips back and when I
felt the pressure of her ring on my cock head I pushed back inside
again. Marie gasped. Result! I did it again. Marie moaned, I did it
again, faster this time and still rubbing her clit and she lifted to
meet me. I could tell that, whatever we decided in the future, right now
she wanted me to fuck her up the bum, so I did just that.

She
was still aroused from our earlier games, so I wasn't surprised when
she built to another orgasm in only a few minutes, Perhaps it was a
combination of the condom and the lube but it took me twice as long to
climax which gave Marie the chance to hit another one just before I
blew.

Once
she subsided I grabbed a tissue from the table and pulled the condom
off, wrapped another tissue around it and dropped it by the bed. I put
my hand either side of her head and bent to kiss her. "Well babe?" I
whispered. "Was that; A;  Awful and disgusting? B;  An interesting
one-off? Or C;  A treat for special occasions?"

She
turned over and snuggled up to me as she pondered. "I'm glad we did
it," she said thoughtfully. "And I'm glad you wanted to share it with me
the first time." She gave me a big hug. "That was sweet and makes me
feel special."

I hugged her back. "You are all kinds of special," I told her.

"I
think," she began. "I'd like to do it at least once more, but bareback.
Feeling you inside me and not the condom. I'm also intrigued to find
out what it would be like to feel you come in my bum. But I think we
should only do that after I've washed inside. I'm not convinced it's a
weekly event because it seems like a lot of effort for an orgasm, when
you already gave me four just getting me ready.

We
laid and kissed for a while until her busy little fingers had me hard
again and so, courtesy of her promise to give me a proper seeing to and
the effects of the ED22, she was walking very gingerly the following
morning.

Oh,
yes. I forgot to ask her that night, until after she'd dozed off from
exhaustion, who her first students were going to be. I remembered over
breakfast and she got all excited again. Marie's Language School's first
students were going to be Jo and Kate.

After
breakfast on Saturday morning I did an inspection of the garden to see
what jobs needed doing before the nights drew in and the weather got too
unpredictable. The lawn would need mowing a couple of times more, at
least, before winter, there was a fence post that looked rather suspect
and a couple of trees needed cutting back. And all that was in addition
to the routine dead-heading and weeding in the borders and containers.
Anyway, the lawn needed doing first, so I got on with that.

I
was almost done when Marie shouted from the kitchen door. "Geoff!
Megan's on the phone. Charles would love to see you and, if we go after
lunch, Megan and I can go and check out that new lingerie shop near
their place." I gave her a thumbs-up and finished off the lawn.

After
I had cleaned up we sat on the patio, enjoying what could be one of the
few remaining opportunities for coffee in the garden this year. Marie
was watching me closely again.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you know what you're going to say to Charles yet?" She asked softly.

"Not
really," I replied. "Actually, you might be able to help." She looked
quizzically at me. "Do you know how much Megan tells him about what goes
on when she's with you and the others?" I asked

Marie
pursed her lips. "I can't be absolutely certain, but I think she tells
him most of what goes on, and possibly everything. Since he's been
housebound, he sort of relies on Megan to keep him up to date on all the
gossip and stuff."

I went back to my thoughts and my wife let me be, picking up the empty cups and going back inside.

Megan
met us at the door when we arrived at their place: and what a place.
Just too small to be a mansion, it was at least twice the size of our
house. The décor and furnishings were understated and elegant and
undoubtedly expensive. She showed us both into a small sitting room
where Charles greeted us. I was glad to see that he didn't look as frail
as I feared, in fact he looked good for his age, but he apologized for
not standing up. Marie, bless her, went straight over to him and gave
him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"It's
lovely to see you again Charles, but Megan and I have shops to hit
before they close. Is it okay if I come and chat when we get back?"

"I'd love that, Marie," he said with a big smile. And with lots of goodbyes the girls left.

As
I hesitated, still deciding how to open our conversation, Charles spoke
first. "Now then, young man. What are your intentions towards my wife?"
I jumped, startled. He sat back in his chair, wheezing with laughter.
"Oh, you should see your face, old chap," he chortled. "It's a picture."

"So," I guessed. "Megan's like Marie then? Likes to share little snippets?"

"I
think that verbatim transcripts would be a more accurate description.
For example, did you really make a sex video?" I nodded. "And did you
and Marie really have a three way with Angela?"

"We did," I admitted. "More than once."

"My God! And did you really masturbate Lucy to orgasm in front of the others?"

"I had to," I said firmly. "Because her husband wouldn't touch her, and blamed her for being too unattractive."

"The man's an ass," he said dismissively. "Megan loathes him. I think she has a soft spot for Lucy."

I decided to be honest. "I think it may even be more than that. What's the female equivalent of a 'bromance'?"

He cocked his head at me. "Are you sure?"

I
shook my head. "No. I'm not certain but when Megan was describing Sam's
divorce and even her own situation, she was matter-of-fact. But when
she described Lucy's she was, let’s say, much more passionate. As in,
she described Eddie as an, I quote, 'overweight bladder of alcohol and
lard pretending to be a man', while describing Lucy as a 'goddess'."

Charles
sat back and con