Geoff and Marie's adventures continue. If you have not read the previous stories then the characters involved in the events that follow will be unfamiliar. Your best option is read them in sequence, otherwise the already wildly improbable premise will make no sense at all!
Our narrator is Geoff, a retired lab manager; In the course of a packed week, he has to do some modelling for an artist friend and a birthday treat to organise, while his wife guides him through the minefield of multiple relationships. Obviously, all the sex is limited to adults significantly over the age of 18.
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It was a Tuesday morning in late October and, as I showered, I pondered over the odd direction my life had taken these last few weeks. Take that day; my wife, Marie, and our shared lover and betrothed, Angie, were in the kitchen preparing breakfast. We had all made love the night before but the two women had rejected my advances that morning because I was meeting another of my wife's old friends, Lucy, so that she could make a casting of my erect penis and then have sex in her studio. And when I say 'old', the adjective is doing some heavy lifting, because first, Marie has known Lucy for decades, and second, none of the four of us will ever see sixty again.
Lucy, as a token of gratitude for some complimentary comments I made about her lady parts, followed by me fingering her until she came, has declared herself to be permanently available as my free-use sex toy. As she had, only the Monday before, left her husband for cheating on her with a trans-woman, Lucy was still settling in with another friend who had offered her a place to stay.
That friend, Megan, is another one of my wife's circle of retirees who I have had sex with, in her case with her husband's knowledge and approval. Due to his age and health issues he had, for some time, been encouraging his wife to take a lover. When Marie offered my services, someone he knew and liked it was, oddly enough, a relief to him. Anyway, that Sunday, while Marie, Angie and Megan pleasured Charles, Lucy and I had sex in her new bedroom. That still left her studio across the hallway 'un-christened', a situation that we were to resolve that Tuesday morning.
Lucy is, of course, quite a well known artist and the emotional turmoil of her husband withdrawing from her, and then gaslighting her into thinking it her fault, had left her with a lot of emotional angst. In her case, however, she has the talent to unload these emotions onto canvas. She's somewhat like a blues singer in that respect; she dumps her misery into her art, and then gets paid for it. And she does very well too.
Apparently, many of her post-fingering works are inspired by me, who she represents as an amorphous turquoise blob. The artworks are fresh and vibrant compared to the gloomy work from immediately prior to my vaginal therapy. Those could probably make even the most emotionally sterile Goth burst into tears.
Now Lucy has decided that she wants to make a dozen or so replicas of my erect cock to give to all of my wife's close circle of friends, on the grounds that I have fucked them all too with Marie's enthusiastic approval. Indeed, two (or possibly three) of the coven were due to visit us the following day. I made a mental note to ask who to expect.
Shrugging my shoulders, I finished my shower, dried and dressed and followed the scent of bacon and eggs downstairs. Angie greeted me with a kiss and a cup of tea. My wife put two plates full of food on the table and queued up for her turn. By the time we came up for air, Angie had added a third plate and taken her place. We ate, chatting about our plans for the day.
Angie had some 'consulting' scheduled that lunchtime. I'm convinced she occasionally freelances for GCHQ, but we know better than to ask as apparently she's signed some sort of non-disclosure agreement. Marie is volunteering at a charity shop and I, of course have my own assignation. We wished Angie goodbye and engaged in a little housework before it was time for us both to set off.
I dropped my wife off in town and, as she gave me a parting kiss, she surprised me. "You have a free pass this morning Geoff. I'll want to hear all about your day," she warned me. "But all of the rules are suspended. Trust your conscience, my love." She gave me a heart melting smile and strolled cheerfully off towards the shop.
I was rather nonplussed. What the hell did she think I was going to do? She knew that Lucy and I were going to be intimate but something else was going on too. Thinking about it though, I realised that, for all my doubts about my women's machinations, I was getting more sex now than I ever did as a student, so what the fuck was I worrying about. And on that cheerful thought, I put the car into gear and headed towards Lucy's new address.
Megan opened the door as I pulled up outside their gorgeous home. I would have been more impressed with her timing if I hadn't already been aware that she and Charles had an excellent security system that alerted them to vehicles entering their driveway. Megan looked, as always, as though she was dressed to impress. Well, I say always; I have an indelible mental image of her admiring her naked self in my bedroom mirror, her face covered in cum and generally looking like a well used whore. I had taken a photo on her phone and she shared it with her husband. No secrets, she'd promised him.
We went through to the small sitting room that Charles favoured. Lucy was sitting opposite him chatting about how she allowed me to use her body however I wished. Charles hung on her every word while shamelessly looking up her characteristically short skirt. Neither Lucy nor Megan was offended.
Charles and I greeted each other amicably enough. I'd slept with his wife and, in recognition, the previous Sunday I'd made it clear that my wife, our fiancée and my sex toy (Lucy) were free to do whatever they wished to make him happy. They did; in fact he was still gleefully so. Charles had obviously been giving that some thought. "Geoff, old chap," he began as I sat down next to Lucy. "Been thinking about that conversation you and I had some weeks ago." I nodded noncommittally. "Thing is," he continued. "I'm coming to the view that I placed needless restrictions on you."
He glanced across at his wife who sat next to him, obviously not sure where this was going either. He carried on. "It's apparent that you and Marie have an incredible bond. It's equally obvious that, despite your affection for my wife, you are not trying to steal her from me." He directed his next words to his wife. "Megan, you have my approval to sleep with Geoffrey and any or all of your friends whenever and however you see fit. My only condition is that you share the details so that I may have at least a vicarious sex life.
