Geoff And Marie Feel The Force

Another tale in the ongoing adventures of a sedate couple in their sixties. Sedate apart from all the sex, that is.

This is a work of fiction in which all characters engaging in any sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Some more than others. Like, waaay more.

So there we were, Marie, Angie and me, in the pub waiting for our meals to arrive that Sunday afternoon. Marie, my wife, was up to something but I had no idea what. Angie, her best friend, our shared lover and my recently acquired sex slave, seemed cheerfully oblivious to any scheming and, as she was Marie's usual partner in crime, I suspected that she and I might be the ones on the receiving end of whatever mischief my missus was plotting.

We were in the pub, rather than cooking at home because our Friday night out dancing somehow turned into something of a sex marathon when Marie invited two charming schoolteachers, Margie and Sue, back to our house for an intimate little orgy. They left on Sunday morning each of us having had sex with each of the others at least once. And, though we did squeeze in a visit to an adult store, the sex sort of took precedence over shopping for groceries on Saturday, hence Sunday lunch down the pub.

Marie and I had been married for over forty years and were into our sixties, and inviting women to have sex with us was a habit she had developed only over the last few weeks. At present we were both having regular intimate encounters with Angie, also in her sixties, Marie recently having cheerfully admitted she'd had female lovers as a student.

In addition to Angie, Margie and Sue, Marie and I had already entertained Jo, a gorgeous retired nurse, and Kate a lovely ex-copper in our beds and we had arranged to host a similar encounter with Megan and Sam the following Wednesday evening.

This was even more complicated than you might imagine; Sam, was christened Samantha about forty two years ago by her mum, Kate, yes that Kate, the ex-copper we screwed last week. In addition, Sam is married, though currently divorcing her husband. Apparently, being a knob-head is grounds for divorce. God help help most marriages if that news leaks out!

Even more of a problem though is Megan. She is also married, happily, to Charles, an old friend of mine. The issue is that while Megan is a little older than us, Charles is a lot older than her. He's also in poor health and has apparently been impotent for several years but is such a devoted husband that he has implored Megan to take a lover. To date she had refused, until Marie's made her offer to her group of six friends to open our bed to them on a rota basis.

Marie and I went to visit Megan and Charles and he, with some caveats, gave us his blessing for his wife to join our language classes. (Our cover story if anyone asks about our regular visitors on Wednesday evenings).

Anyway, back to the pub. Marie was sitting quietly while Angie and I bickered about some arcane plot twists in the latest film in the Star Wars franchise. (So what? We're both science nerds. Who are you to judge us?) I think that we were amusing some students at the next table who were obviously eavesdropping while we argued about the relative merits of light sabres over blasters as side-arms for non-Jedi combatants.

I think that we were all a little taken aback when Marie broke in. "I've been thinking about what you said, Geoff. About Angie's place in our relationship."

I glanced somewhat wildly around. Only the five young people at the next table had heard her comment but, oh boy, did their ears prick up. "Really?" I hissed. "Here? Now? This is when you decided to bring this up."

She grinned back at me. "At least I brought it up when we've got clothes on. Not like you."

Oh, God! She was in one of 'those' moods. I knew better than to even try to change the subject. It was easier to just go with it and ride the wave to shore, as it were.

Turning to Angie, Marie spoke gently. "Ange, darling. When you're with me and Geoff, who, what are you? You know? In relation to us? Lover? Friend with benefits? Sex toy?"

Angie looked pained. "You know that I'm no good at this stuff," she complained. "Why label it? If you're planning something fun, you invite me round, I'll turn up if I'm able and we have a good time. I'm okay with that."

"You were certainly happy enough when Geoff gave you your submissive's slave collar yesterday afternoon," my wife admitted. I winced at the expressions on the faces of the three young women and two young men hanging on our every word.

"Yes," Angie reflected fondly. "I might wear it tonight; if I'm invited to stay?" She hinted. "Then Geoff can force me to do all sorts of wicked things. I can hardly wait."

My wife smiled and nodded her agreement. Obviously they didn't even ask me. I noticed two of the girls at the next table were looking very thoughtful; one of them, a brunette, uncomfortably so from the way she was shifting in her seat.

Just then our meals arrived. We'd all ordered the traditional Sunday roast but I'd gone with pork, Marie with turkey and Angie with beef, apart from the meats though, the plates were piled high with the same mix of leeks, cabbage, cauliflower, carrots and potatoes all smothered in onion gravy and topped with a Yorkshire pudding. I got the waitress to fetch me another pint of IPA, the girls were already halfway through a bottle of white Rioja. God! But they were going to be a handful this afternoon.

I started to tuck in, praying that the combination of food and alcohol might divert Marie. "So," she continued. No, I didn't really think she'd let it drop. "As Geoff suggested while we watched Margie and Sue pleasuring you, I've been giving this some thought." The brunette's eyes widened even further. I hoped one of the guys was her boyfriend because someone was definitely going to get lucky that afternoon.

"I know you still do some part time consulting work, so you can't wear a slave collar all the time: so, what if we bought you an eternity ring to wear on your left hand? Like a cross between an engagement ring and a wedding band. It could be a shared experience." She grinned across the table at me. "You and I can choose it, Ange, and Geoffrey can pay for it." She gave another smile and returned to her lunch.

Angie's eyes were tearing up. So were the girls' at the next table. "Really, Marie? I'd be wearing your ring? Yours and Geoff's I mean?"

"Exactly sweetheart." Marie patted Angie's hand. "I'm still Geoff's wife so I get to live with him but, because you'd be our special girl, you could have sex with either of us without needing the other's permission. Even at your apartment. The other girls will still only be allowed to have sex at our place and only when it's their turn."

There wasn't even a pretence anymore that the kids at the next table were having a conversation amongst themselves. They were hanging on every word at ours. I mean, it sounded pretty raunchy to me, and this was my life Marie was describing!

Marie took another sip of wine, looking thoughtful. "But if you can have sex with us whenever you want, like this weekend, do you still want to do Wednesdays? Or should we add Margie and Sue?"

By now I think that the brunette was about ready to blow. The girl with the long blonde hair seemed to be breathing heavily too.

Of course, Angie, ever the problem solver couldn't resist. "Ooh! Ooh! This is exciting!" My shoulders slumped as I smiled feebly at our neighbours. They seemed to be regarding me with a horrified awe.

"How about this?" Angie was in her element. "You have another double bedroom; I could have that, you could have your bedroom and Geoff has the playroom. Then you could invite three women round each Wednesday and they could have an hour with each of us and you and I could have each other if Geoff's too knackered afterwards."

Marie seemed intrigued. "So the girls will be getting the Geoffrey experience every two weeks instead of every three." She mused. "But now there's an odd number." She pointed out.

"But that's better," Angie argued. "Now we don't have to worry about Sam and her mum having to decide whether to... You know? Have sex."

At that point I actually decided to just concentrate on my lunch. Neither of them gave a toss what I thought. I'd agreed to have sex with their friends: how and when was obviously none of my business. But the implied lesbian incest seemed to have created a stir next door.

I looked over to see one of the guys patting the other on his back. He seemed to be choking and the girl with blue streaks in her hair appeared to have snorted a mouthful of lager out of her nose. I smiled. I'm a simple man. I take my amusements where I find them.

My girls had resumed eating as they considered. "I suppose..." Angie began, between mouthfuls. I flinched. Now what? "If I list the girls in alphabetical order, including Margie and Sue, then Jo, Kate and Lucy would be week one." She paused for a sip of wine. "Then Margie, Megan and Sam are week two and Sue, Jo and Kate are week three and we just cycle through like that indefinitely."

"But what about Fridays?" Marie challenged.

"Well it was fun and all, but you can't really have an orgy all weekend, every other weekend, can you?" Angie fired back.

"No, I suppose not," Marie conceded. "It was fun though. Wasn't Sue a dirty girl?"

"Margie was nice too," Angie replied, rather wistfully, I thought.

We all went back to our meals. The kids next door resumed their conversation, though a lot quieter than ours had been.

When we finished eating, the girls topped their glasses up again and compared schedules to go ring shopping.

I'd ordered another pint. In hindsight that may have been a mistake. "Will you want a ceremony?" I asked, innocently a few minutes later, my brain obviously befuddled by alcohol. "I mean like Saturday's, only with clothes on."

"Ooh! That would be nice. But who'd do it? I mean even if we were religious there aren't many vicars who'd now pronounce us man, wife and hyper-intelligent fuck-buddy." Angie had a point.

"You could have a Jedi wedding. I know an official Jedi celebrant." It was one of the lads at the next table. He seemed uncomfortable but, bless him, he carried on. "We couldn't help but overhear you, and I know it's none of my business, but I wish my parents and grandparents were as open minded as you, so I had to offer. We heard you talking knowledgably about Star Wars and then about a joining ceremony. So have a Jedi wedding."

I knew better than to comment, Angie grinned like a Cheshire Cat and Marie just rolled her eyes in despair.

"Can we? Can we? Please Marie? I'll pay for everything." That was Angie.

Marie just sighed. "Will it make you happy, Angie?" Angie nodded enthusiastically. "What about you Geoff?"

"To be honest," I offered. "I think that it's inspired. Think of it. Compared to me wearing a morning suit and you two in not-wedding dresses, dressing up in Jedi outfits seems almost sensible."

The student at the next table hadn't finished. "I also know a lot of cos-players with movie quality costumes. If you wanted an honour guard of stormtroopers, we can arrange it."

Even Marie's stern gaze couldn't withstand Angie's beseeching look. "Oh, for goodness sake. Go on then. It's a good job I love you two nerds so much. Make the arrangements. I'm going for a wee."

We were so involved talking to our young fellow nerds that we didn't notice Marie come back, accompanied by the brunette.

"Geoff. Can you spare a moment?" Marie asked.

"Of course, Love." I left Angie talking to Adrian, Mark, Tabbie and Alice about costumes while I followed my wife to the bar. The brown haired girl trailed behind me and stood quietly until Marie introduced her.

"Geoff. This is Emily."

"Hello, Emily. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said honestly. Well, she was a very pretty young woman with a slender yet definitely feminine figure. I may be old but there's nothing wrong with my eyesight.

"Hi. You too," she replied shaking my offered hand

"Geoff. Emily is a very shy young woman and I don't know how she found the courage, but she followed me to the ladies to ask for a favour."

"Do I need to sit down?" I asked, only partly in jest. "In the name of sanity Marie," I lowered my voice. "You can't just keep collecting lonely women. We're not running a rescue centre."

"Relax Geoff. She needs advice, not sex. Well, not with us anyway."

I interrupted my wife, I told you I'd been drinking, and addressed Emily. "It was when Angie was talking about wearing her collar and getting excited at the wicked things that I might make her do. It touched something in you, didn't it?"

She nodded, shyly. "But I couldn't understand," she confessed. "Your friend, Angie, she's smart, mature, confident, nothing like me, but she still wants to wear a collar and submit to men?"

"Not men, darling." Marie corrected her. "Only Geoff. She's everything you said but still, sometimes she just wants to turn all of that off and just be Angie and let someone else take charge. Like when you were a child and had grown-ups to worry about hard decisions and scary stuff, you just trusted them to keep you safe. That's how Angie feels when she submits to Geoff. She trusts me too, but he's just better at it."

Marie looked from Emily to me. "She's my bestie. We talk. She tells me things," she clarified.

I turned back to Emily. "Do you have a particular someone that you'd like to submit to?" I asked, gently; praying, against all reason, that it wasn't me.

Again, she nodded, barely able to look at me. "Adrian," she confessed. "But I'm so shy. How does someone like me go up to a guy like him and beg him to make me his? He'll think I'm a freak!"

I explained to my wife. "Adrian is the young man who suggested the Jedi ceremony. His friends are Mark, Tabbie and Alice. Tabbie has the blue hair."

Marie took Emily's hand. "Look at Adrian. Didn't he hear what Angie said? Is he treating her like she's a freak?"

"Well, no," Emily admitted. "He actually seems to be fascinated by her."

"So he should be," my wife retorted. "She's devastatingly intelligent, incredibly fit and sexy as Hell. Her quirk isn't a weakness, it's just another part of what makes her so special."

I had an idea. "Marie, could I speak to Emily alone?"

Marie gave me one of her Paddington Bear 'hard stares' and left us at the bar. I took the opportunity to get another half for me and a half for Emily (UK remember. European country with civilised drinking laws). Emily seemed to relax a little as we chatted and then we re-joined the others. They had moved the tables together and were discussing our new, non-traditional lifestyle. The youngsters seemed to approve.

Tabbie, short for Tabitha, summed up their understanding of our lifestyle and how it came about. "So because you felt sorry that your friends were missing out on sex through no fault of theirs, you asked your husband to satisfy them. That's so lovely. But you," she addressed me, "refused at first because it wouldn't be fair to your wife if you had seven women and she had only one man." We conceded that was the case.

"But because your wife is happy to play with women too, you share exactly the same lovers so no-one is jealous. It's brilliant! Your friends are so lucky. But how come Angie is getting special treatment?"

Marie took Angie's hand. "We've known each other since college. We were the odd kids. My fascination with languages and Angie's talent for maths meant that the thing we had in common was being different. And we've been there for each other since then. And Geoff has always been clear that he's fond of Angie; not in a creepy, I should be worried way, but in a pleased to see her because we bring out the best in each other way."

The young women's eyes were brimming as my wife looked adoringly at her friend. The lads tried to surreptitiously wipe their eyes. Okay, I did too.

Eventually we broke up, but not before I had a quiet word with Adrian.

As we walked home, I asked Angie if she had plans on Tuesday. She didn't so I suggested that she stayed over that evening. "Why?" She asked, quite understandably.

"I've arranged to meet Adrian and Emily at the pub at seven o'clock. Partly to talk some more about our joining ceremony but mainly to talk about your submissiveness. What you need, how to separate it from the you that you need to be in public. Emily reacted to you describing your collar and she's set her sights on Adrian. I said we'd be there to support her if she can pluck up the courage to out herself to him. And he'll need guidance if he accepts her. Are you ready to take on a couple of Padawan?"

Angie was euphoric; Marie just groaned. "How soon can we get this over with and get you two nerds back to the real world?"

Angie was invited to stay and I decided that, because Marie had been so generous in agreeing to a Star Wars joining ceremony, we would take her to bed and focus on her pleasure when we got home. I had allowed Angie to wear her collar so when Marie was laid spent and content, I ordered my sex slave to clean my cock, with her tongue, obviously, and then clean my semen from Marie's vagina. Bless her. Her eyes lit up and she bent, literally, to her task like a good-un. She did such a thorough job that Marie even had another orgasm.

I even managed to get a second erection for Angie's benefit, though I made her get on her knees and beg me to fuck her before I would do the deed. Afterwards, Marie and I showered and I had Angie wash and dry us before I allowed her to clean herself. Eventually, I made her take her collar off to be our friend again, rather than a very clever sex-toy.

We came back downstairs to chill for a couple of hours before it was actually time for bed. As I made us a round of hot drinks, Angie and I discussed whether to go with costume or character for our own not-quite-a-wedding outfits.

We were still arguing when we joined Marie in the living room. She was still in a post-orgasmic good mood so instead of her usual eye roll, she showed an actual interest. "What are you arguing about?"

I let Angie explain; Marie cuts her more slack than I get. "It's like the old westerns," she explained. "There's an implied look for the good guys compared to the bad guys. So do we just dress in a generic outfit as a Jedi, the good guys, or do we choose a specific character from one of the films and dress to play that individual role? We can't decide."

I wondered, briefly, if it was worth putting one of the films on, but even post-orgasmic Marie wasn't going to go for that. I did have an idea, though. We'd subscribed to the Disney Channel when our grandson Colin was younger and we'd kept the subscription going. I switched the TV on and found Series 3 of The Mandalorian. Angie was fascinated and begged for permission to come and watch from the beginning. I put the trailer on to let them get the flavour of the show.

Even my wife was entranced by baby Yoda, or Grogu as we found he was really called. But what really surprised us was when Marie piped up. "I get it now! I want to dress as her. Not like her, a generic Mandalorian. Her!"

Marie pointed to the screen where Bo-Katan (a female Mandalorian leader played by Katee Sackhoff) was looking pretty damn sexy in her armour. "Gonna need some extra sheet metal to cover your tits though, babe," Angie pointed out.

"Maybe so," my wife conceded defiantly. "But that is one hot biker chick chiqué she's got there. And her hair is the same length as mine. I could put a temporary red colour on and really rock that look. Unless you have another costume you want for me?"

We had to admit that we didn't even have one for ourselves. So Marie crossed her arms and sat back smugly content that she'd made her point. We finished our drinks while we discussed how to schedule watching the entire suite of spin-off series when Angie visited, starting on Tuesday.