Geoff and Marie’s Good Life: Part 7

Quiet Little Orgy

A retired couple invite some new friends home.

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

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Eventually,
by nine o'clock that Saturday morning, we had all showered and made our
way downstairs for breakfast. I was last into the kitchen as I'd
graciously allowed the women to go first. The dressing gowns that we'd
bought for our Wednesday sessions came in useful in that Sue and Margie
weren't faced with wearing their dancing dresses to eat in.

I
think they were both surprised at how relaxed the atmosphere was, I
mean they had both fucked their hostess's husband the night before.
Angie broke a comfortable silence as we ate. "Geoff. You know what you
promised?" She meant the anal bareback that she'd been harping on about
for a while.

"Yes my love?"

"Well,"
It was unusual for Angie to hesitate; if anything, her life would be
much simpler if she did think more before speaking. "The thing is, would
you mind if Sue and Margie came shopping to the naughty store and,
maybe?" She looked at me as shyly as I'd ever seen her. "Could they
watch while you sort of; do me? You know? Up the bum?" Marie snorted at
the look on my face.

I
turned back to Angie. "Are you seriously suggesting that we take two
women, who we've barely known for twelve hours, take them shopping in a
sex store and then bring them back her to watch you and me having anal
sex without a condom?"

"That pretty much sums it up," she conceded.

"Okay. As long as we're on the same page. It's fine by me."

And
so it was agreed. The two 'new girls' would go home in Sue's car, grab
an overnight bag each and re-join us at our house for another evening of
sexual exploration, including Angie's loss of her last virginity, and
then they would go home on Sunday morning.

This wasn't quite the weekend I'd imagined!

Anyway,
the five of us set off about twelve thirty and stopped at the little
bistro we'd found on the way to the adult store. Margie and Sue insisted
it was their treat to repay us for our hospitality. My clam linguini in
white wine and cream sauce was excellent and the women seemed content
with their meals too, so it was a contented crew who breezed into the
store about an hour or so later.

I
left the girls to browse at their leisure as there was a particular
item that I was interested in. Angie, very much a woman who was happy to
get 'in your face' if you pissed her off, also had a well concealed
submissive side that we had found by accident. I had resolved that, as a
treat, I would buy her a collar that she could wear when she, and only
she, decided she wanted to be dominated. I was aware from some basic
research that there was an entire sub-culture around this behavior but,
in our case, my only interest was to give my lover another way to
express herself sexually. When we had experimented before, Marie was
happy to play along but got no actual satisfaction from being
submissive. With Angie though, as long as we were careful, she could use
the experience to deal with some issues from way back.

I
found the relevant display and, satisfied that the girls were giggling
together over something obviously particularly intriguing and probably
disturbing from my point of view two aisles over, I made my choice and
took it to the counter. The shop assistant approved of my choice. "So
sir, for one of your ladies?" He enquired. I nodded. "Not S and M?"

"No. Just something she can wear to signal when she wants to be more, erm, passive," I explained.

"Perfect choice in that case," he replied.

I
took the collar and the receipt and put them in my pocket. I'd decide
later when to give them to Angie. There was something else bothering me
too, but I needed to speak to Marie first; a proper conversation that
would have to wait until this weekend was over. I had an idea, and I
hoped that she'd approve, but it was too important to risk getting it
wrong.

We
left, not quite as laden as last time we visited, each of us carrying
something designed to make sex even better. Isn't it sad that we're
conditioned to find that somehow shameful? Marie regards me as a work in
progress to break that conditioning. Ironic really, that it was her
reaction to some sexy underwear that led us to where we found ourselves
that day.

We
arrived back home a little after three and, while Marie took Angie
upstairs to prepare, I led Margie and Sue into the kitchen to help make a
brew while I checked the fridge to make sure that we had something to
snack on later, having already had one substantial meal that day. I took
Marie and Angie a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate biscuits and left
them in the bedroom. I had no wish to be part of whatever they were
doing in the bathroom with the bags, tubes and whatnot they had bought
that afternoon.

While
I chatted with our new girls I diced a red onion, prepped some chorizo
and sliced some Brie and Blue Wensleydale cheeses. I took a bag of
ciabatta rolls out of the freezer to defrost and put a bottle of New
Zealand Sauvignon Blanc in the fridge to chill. Okay, so it wasn't a
fine vintage wine but it was going to pair with onion, blue cheese and
spiced sausage: why the Hell would I use an expensive wine to wash that
down?

Our
prep done we retired to the living room and chatted about, well, sex
while we waited for Angie to make herself ready. I confess that I was a
little concerned that she'd invested a lot of anticipation in what we
were about to do. It would be her first time and only my second. What if
it all went wrong? What if she hated it?

I had a thought and dashed to the kitchen. When I returned a minute later both girls looked at me enquiringly.

"ED22,"
I explained, rather unhelpfully. The look on their faces made it clear
that this was not only insufficient but actually demanded a more
detailed explanation than if I had just said that I'd forgotten
something. I reminded them of my sexual performance the previous evening
and pointed out this would have been remarkable for a man in his
twenties, let alone someone of my vintage.

I
told how I was now in a user trial of a new generation of drug for
erectile dysfunction which allowed me, with no particular clinical need,
not to put too fine a point on it, to fuck like a steam train for
hours. We chatted about that for a while until my wife shouted
downstairs. "Geoffrey, ladies, if you're ready, the ceremony is about to
begin. Please join us upstairs, remove your clothing and take your
seats." It seemed like an excellent idea so that's exactly what we did.

Somehow,
between helping Angie with her 'purges', my wife had managed to get
another couple of chairs into our bedroom though admittedly one was a
folding chair from IKEA that we kept for situations where the six seats
that came with our dining room suite weren't sufficient. I stood in my
dressing gown, waiting for Angie to emerge from the bathroom, feeling
like a nervous groom at the altar. Sue and Margie sat in the seats
behind me wearing only their bras and panties.

Marie,
acting as mistress of ceremonies also dressed for effect in a pale blue
Basque and, well, that was it actually, waited for the tension to rise
before she opened the bathroom door with a theatrical flourish. "Angie,"
she announced, in her most sultry voice. "Your lover is here to rid you
of your last virginity. Do you willingly surrender to him?"

Angie
stepped naked into the bedroom and stood before me. She looked at her
friends assembled to witness something that seemed to be really
important to her and smiled. "I surrender my body totally to him. I ask
that he takes my anal virginity in the knowledge that no man has had my
ass before him and nor will any other man after him."

If
I hadn't realized before, it was out there now. Angie was making a
point here, she was giving herself, pledging herself, to me! Fighting
the urge to, yes, panic is probably the most appropriate word, I looked
to Marie. My wife seemed not just content but actually happily engaged
with this small but weird ceremony. I had really wanted to talk to Marie
before I took this step but the situation seemed to have arisen before I
had the chance, so I decided to take the risk.

Stepping
to my bedside drawer, I took out a small gift box. It was a generic
necklace box I'd found in the loft but it was fine for my purposes.
"Angela," she stiffened at my using her full name: that reminded her the
time I had hypnotized her and left some interesting legacy imperatives
in her subconscious. "Angela, I accept the honor you bestow upon me. It
would please me if you would wear this collar as a sign that your body
is mine to take