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A couple of years ago a young couple moved into the same street as me. They were in their late 20's and had a couple of young kids, one boy one girl. I bumped into them on the day they were moving in and made coffee for them. They introduced themselves as Jane and Martin and we quickly became friends. Jane was a teacher who had given up work to devote her time to the two kids (sick woman!); Martin was something in computers for a big company. As Jane was usually around during the day we often spend time together chatting and playing with the kids.
Jane is what I'd call a typical mother… her straight dark hair is cut in a bob, she wears fairly frumpy comfortable clothes and always has a pocket full of tissues. She does, however, have a nice slim body with full hips (what my granny used to call 'child bearing hips') and good, shapely legs. She has a good sense of humour although her conversation is usually limited to bitching about people and talking about TV soap operas. Still, it passes the time when I've nothing better to do. Martin is fairly cool although a little bit too sporty for my liking… he plays football, squash and cricket for various local amateur teams and works out at the gym a couple of times a week. He is tall, slim and, like Jane, has a great sense of humour although he does tend to turn into an arsehole when he's drunk.
I think I had known them for about 8 months when, one rainy afternoon, the conversation between Jane and myself turned to sex. The subject came up because of a survey we took in a popular woman's magazine entitled 'How is your sex drive?' My score was through the roof but Jane's came down as slightly low. She confessed that she found sex with Martin fairly boring and routine. I ended up letting her use me as an agony aunt and suggested several things she could do to spice it up. I think they had fallen into the same trap that a lot of couples fall into… they were not making time for themselves. Instead of making sex special it was just something they did before falling asleep a couple of nights a week. My suggestion was for Jane to get rid of the kids for a night, dress in something sexy and seduce Martin.
I didn't see her for three weeks but the next time we met up she was smiling broadly and thanked me for my advice.
'I got Martin to take a half-day and packed the kids off to his Mums. I closed all the curtains and lit candles all over the house. Then I dressed in a white satin body, stockings and heels and waited for him in the living room.' she told me.
'He came in and his eyes were almost out on stalks. He quickly undressed and ravished me on the living room rug' she continued.
'Ooo, sounds good' I smiled, 'come on, I want all the details and use all the bad words!'
Jane blushed at this but continued:
'Well, he stripped to his underpants and joined me on the sofa. We began kissing, his hands were all over me and I could see his knob was really hard in his pants. I pulled it out and started wanking him off as he kissed my neck and fondled my boobs. We were gagging for each other and he quickly pulled me down on to the floor in front of the fire. He pulled the poppers on the crutch of my body open and pushed his fingers inside me. I was soaking wet and almost orgasmed when he touched me. I wanted him so badly that I just pushed him on his back and sat on his cock! He lay back and let me ride him for a bit then pushed me over and started doing me in the missionary position, kissing me all the time which is something he tends to forget to do when we make love. He came fairly quickly and immediately moved down my body and went down on me to make me cum'
'Does he lick you clean?' I asked, getting hot from the story.
'Yes. I dared him to once when we first met and he's always done it since. I can't cum from him bonking me… I need a lot of stimulation on my clitoris.' Jane replied.
'So what happened next?' I prompted.
'Well, when we'd both cum we stripped totally naked and cuddled on the sofa. Honestly Lucy, I can't remember the last time we had time to do that. He was soon hard again and I mounted him and we made slow, sensual love for ages. I always like the second time because he takes ages to cum and I get chance to play with my clit for long enough to make myself orgasm. After the second time we had a bite to eat then had a bath together. We ended up doing it again after the bath… we were drying each other and I flicked his bum with the towel. He chased me into Adam's room, bent me over the bed in there and took me from behind. He also slapped my bum until it was red while he was bonking me'
'So that's three times then… not bad for an old couple' I laughed.
'Bog off, we're only in our late twenties. Anyway, we did it five times before we went to bed that night. We're going to make sure we have a night to ourselves like that at least once a month and try and go to bed early a couple of times a week so we can have a quality session' she confided.
'I'll be sure to have my binoculars out then' I said. I had told her that I could see right into their bedroom from my upstairs hall window when they first moved in and often joked about watching them. She laughed and called me a kinky sod.
Six months later they invited me over for a meal with some friends of theirs. Jane is a great cook and often gives dinner parties. She also insists on everyone making an effort and dressing for dinner. I usually begged out of the invites as I found her friends tedious but realised that I had begged out of the last three invites and I didn't want to offend them. I said I would be there and tried to figure out what to wear. In the end Jane, my best friend and lodger, came to the rescue and lent me a cocktail dress she had bought and never worn. It was black and tight with a short skirt. The front was two pieces of material that covered my breasts and tied around my neck leaving me backless. I tried it on in Jane's room and it made me look like sex on legs. The only problem I had was all my g-strings showed through the tight material so I ended up wearing a pair of thigh high hold-up stockings and nothing else underneath.
The dinner party was close and fairly intimate, as two of the couples who were invited had not been able to make it. In the end there was the three of us plus their closest friends John and Sarah. I had met John and Sarah before and found them good company. They were both fairly large, short people. Sarah is about 5' 3" in her bare feet and has a huge chest and bum. John is equally rotund but very handsome regardless. The wine flowed during dinner and we retired to the living room feeling full and quite drunk. Sarah was telling us about the trouble she had getting bras that fitted her and confessed that she had put on weight in the last year and her bra size had gone up to 38G! The conversation drifted on until 11pm when John and Sarah had to leave. We said goodbye and I promised that I would come round to see them at some point, having promised to help them decorate their house. I always seem to do this when I'm a drunk!
So that left the three of us sat around drinking and mildly flirting with each other.
'Just enough of us left to have a threesome' I smirked, trying to make Martin spit his wine out of his nose… something he does if you make him laugh as he takes a drink. It didn't work this time.
'Ah, you'll be wanting the two who have just left for that' he smiled.
'Martin. Shut up.' shouted Jane, 'he's convinced that John and Sarah have threesomes at their place and want us to have group sex with them'
'They do' protested Martin. 'Well, they do have threesomes. John confessed when he was drunk. Apparently a friend of Sarah's came to stay and they all got drunk and ended up in bed together. John brags about it when he's had a few.'
'Do you think he's lying then?' I asked Jane.
'Oh yes. He's always going on about sex and hinting at things.' she said.
Martin turned to me and said 'It is true. He told me that he had shagged Sarah in the park then Sarah confessed that it had happened to Jane a couple of weeks later. He also told me that she had given him a blowjob in the cinema. Again, a couple of weeks later Sarah tells Jane the same thing.'
'So how come Sarah hasn't told Jane about this three-some' I asked.
'Exactly' cried Jane.
'Because it only happened two weeks ago and they've been away so you've not seen her' claimed Martin. 'You watch, next time you meet up for lunch or go shopping she'll tell you about it'
Jane threw a cushion at Martin, laughing at him and his theories. I imagined being in bed with the John and Sarah and thought that it would be great fun. All that flesh and two perverts ready to play sounded cool to me.
'So would you two ever consider having a threesome?' I asked.
'Only with another man' quipped Jane, 'Martin has problems when he's had a drink!'
'You little sod' answered Martin leaning over and tickling Jane. I watched as she thrashed about, her knee length skirt riding up her stocking clad legs giving me a glimpse of her white thighs.
'Lucy, help!' laughed Jane.
I grabbed a cushion and set about Martin, beating him about the head and back until he released his wife. He jumped off the sofa and tackled me to the floor as Jane jumped him from behind. We struggled with each other for a minute, laughing and tickling each other, then collapsed in a heap. Martin's shirt was pulled out and the press stud buttons had popped open revealing his chest, Jane was sitting with her skirt pooled around her waist, her stocking tops and white panties on full view and I was lying back with my skirt pushed high on my hips. I noticed Martin was looking directly between my legs as Jane tidied herself up and remembered that I wasn't wearing any panties. I quickly shut my legs before Jane could notice but it was too late.
'Bloody hell, did I just see what I thought I saw' said Jane.
'Ooops.' I said, smiling at them.
'Blimey, don't you have a draft?' asked Martin, still with the same smirk on his face. Jane playfully slapped him and told him that he shouldn't have been looking between my legs. We all laughed together and straightened ourselves out and sat down again.
'So would you ever have a threesome?' I asked again.
'Not with a man' said Martin, sticking his tongue out at Jane. 'I get too jealous to share'
'But it would be OK with a woman then?' I laughed.
'Well, it's supposed to be every man's dream isn't it? Still not sure I could do it though. Seeing two women together doesn't really turn me on' he confessed.
'Really?' I exclaimed, 'it turns me on.'
I watched as Martin and Jane did a double take at that and quickly went on.
'How about you Jane? Any threesome fantasies?' I asked
'Not really. I wouldn't want to go with two men because I hate giving oral sex. They'd have to take it in turns. Mind you, that's not all bad!' she explained.
Martin tickled her again briefly.
'How about them doing a DP on you then?' I asked when they had calmed down, glancing at Jane's exposed legs again.
'DP? What's a DP?' they both asked bemused.
'Double penetration' I explained. 'One in your pussy, the other up your bum. Martin, you must have seen pictures on the Internet or in porn films'
'Oh, ah. Yes.' he said, blushing.
'Mmm, I never thought of that' said Jane. 'Now that might be nice'
'Bloody hell woman', Martin said turning to her and putting his hand on her thigh, 'would you really do that?'
Jane laughed and said 'I don't know. I've often fantasised about it but I don't know if I could go through with it!'
'Have you ever done anal' I asked.
'No' 'Yes' they answered simultaneously.
Martin had said no, Jane had said yes. Once again Martin looked at his wife. I thought he was annoyed but noticed the bulge in his trousers.
'I used to do it with Scott sometimes' she confessed. Scott was her boyfriend before she met Martin.
'You never said. It’s one of my fantasies. I never thought you'd want to do it!' he said.
'Should I be leaving you two to play then?' I asked.
'No, don't be silly. Anyway, we can't do anything anyway. It's the wrong time of the month' said Jane.
'Surely the whole point of anal sex is that it isn't time of the month dependent!' I laughed.
Martin got up and went to the toilet, a big grin on his face and a big bulge in his trousers.
'I don't like sex of any description when I'm on' answered Jane, 'it doesn't feel right. He's only got to wait for a day or two then he can fuck my bum as hard as he wants'
'Jane!' I said, never having heard her use the word fuck before.
'Ooops.' She smiled, taking a long drink of her wine.
'So, why no blowjobs?' I asked her.
'Oh, it's my one failing in sex… I really can't suck a knob. It makes me vomit. I've tried it with Martin because I know he loves it but I can't do it. He understands and doesn't ask anymore. I think I've just given him something else to look forward to though' she answered, the words slurring.
Martin walked back in, his composure recovered slightly, and sat down next to Jane again.
'Do you often go to dinner parties without your knickers on then Lucy' he grinned, back to his usual drunk self.
'Not really, although I hardly ever wear underwear when it's hot. I left them off tonight because this dress is too tight for underwear' I replied.
'Jane doesn't wear knickers when she wears long skirts' Martin laughed, 'she likes a draught on her fanny'
'Martin!' exclaimed Jane, trying to hit him again and missing.
'Is that true?' I asked.
'Yes.' she said quietly grinning at me.
'Do you get turned on when you go without your knickers Jane?' I asked, watching as she shifted position on the sofa so she was practically lying on down. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist again and I admired her legs.
'Oh yes' she yawned and quickly fell asleep.
'Blimey, does she often do that?' I asked Martin.
'Sometimes. It scared the crap out of me the first time she did it. I thought she had alcohol poisoning! It doesn't take much to get her drunk and not much more to put her to sleep' he explained. 'Do you want to help me put her to bed?'
'OK', I said and got up.
Martin carried her up the stairs to their bedroom and we undressed her between us. I admired her small boobs as Martin pulled her dress off and put her to bed wearing nothing but her knickers. Jane rolled over and muttered good night as we covered her up. We went back down to the living room and finished our drinks.
'Do you really miss having oral sex then?' I asked him.
'Did she tell you that?' he said. I nodded in answer and he continued 'Yes. The girl I used to go out with loved it and was always sucking me off. Jane really can't. The couple of times she has tried she has ended up with her head down the toilet throwing up'
'You need a mouth double' I laughed.
'Are you volunteering? ' He laughed back.
'Get your cock out and we'll see' I dared, the drink putting words into my mouth as usual.
Martin stood up and moved in front of the chair I was sitting in and slowly unzipped his fly. He stopped for a moment then unbuttoned his waistband and let his trousers fall to his ankles. Looking down at me he smiled and slowly pushed his underpants down revealing his erect cock.
'So Jane was lying when she said you had a problem with alcohol then!' I said, trying to sound calm.
His cock is long and slim, his pubic hair shaven. I licked my lips and told him to stand in front of the fire facing me. He stepped out of his trousers and dropped his shirt, standing naked by the fireside. I walked over and knelt in front of him, slowly reaching forward with my lips and touching his cock with them. I let him push forward, his cock penetrating my mouth. I gripped the base off his cock and slowly wanked him off into my mouth, sucking and licking the head of his cock. I racked his buttocks with the nails on my free hand, pulling and squeezing his hard flesh. He came really quickly holding my head so I would swallow his cum. I licked him clean and he collapsed on to the sofa, his cock softening.
'Bloody hell that felt good!' he exclaimed.
'Call it an early birthday present' I said smiling at him, his taste still in my mouth. I sat next to him, running my hands over his body.
'Does Jane know you get your blowjobs from other women?' I asked.
'No. Will you tell her?' he asked.
'No, but you have to try and talk her into having a threesome. I want to join you both in bed. Actually, I want to fuck your wife but you are quite welcome to join us' I said, the idea popping into my head as I remembered looking at Jane's stocking clad legs and her long nipples.
'It might take some time and she might not be interested' he warned.
'Not a problem. Do your best' I said, my hand going to his stiffening cock and moving up and down in his lap.
Martin leaned back, his cock getting fully hard in my hand. I let go of him, reached behind my head and unfastened the dress letting the front fall down revealing my breasts. I leaned back and let him have a good look at my tits then wriggled out of the dress. Martin's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head as he took in my body.
'You can't fuck me but you can 69 me' I said, opening my legs and letting him get a good luck at me.
We slid off the sofa and on to the floor, stretching out in next to each other on the sheepskin rug in front of the fireplace. I lifted my leg up and felt his head go between my legs, his lips and tongue going straight to my clit. I pulled his cock into my mouth again and began to slowly suck him off, fondling his balls and running my fingers over his buttocks again. Martin was licking my clit and lips, his long tongue pushing inside my pussy in long slow licks. His hands moved over my legs and bum, squeezing and caressing them. Slowly we moved so I was on top of him and settled into a rhythm. His hands moved up and down over my stocking tops, feeling the difference in texture between my soft skin and the cool nylon, his tongue swirled around my clit and down my lips then back to my clit again. I was bobbing my head up and down on his long cock, his legs spread wide. One hand was caressing his balls, the nails of my other hand tracing from one inner thigh to another scratching close to his anus on their way from one thigh to the other.
Slowly we built each other up to orgasm. Mine came first, my legs spasming as I came. I pulled off his cock slightly to get my breath back then sucked harder than before, my hands moving more urgently over him. He cried out a warning and I quickly pushed my hand under him, my middle finger sliding up his anus and finding his prostrate. I pushed hard and felt his cock swell in my mouth. I pulled it out as he began coming, his hand gripping my bum and his legs locking straight out in front of him. His cum splattered over my face and neck and I quickly put his cock back in my mouth and sucked him dry. I pulled my finger out of his bum and rolled off him, leaving him panting and spent.
'Fuck me. What the hell did you do to me?' he gasped.
'Fucked you baby' I panted back. 'Did you not know about your g-spot then?'
'God no. How the hell did you learn to do that?' he laughed.
'Marie Clair or Cosmo magazines I think!' I replied.
We cleaned up and I got dressed and headed for the door.
'Don't forget our bargain Martin. I want to fuck your wife if she's willing. If she isn't then we had a nice time and that's it. If she is, you might get more of that!' I said.
I gave him a quick kiss on his lips then made my way over the road to my house wondering if what I'd just got myself into. I hoped I had just got myself into Jane's knickers but only time could tell.
To Be Continued.
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