Through a series of increasingly improbable events, Geoff, our narrator, and his wife, Marie, find themselves in a polyamorous relationship with eight other women. Geoff, Marie and five of the women are over sixty years old and retired. Samantha, an NHS paramedic is in her forties, and schoolteachers Margie and Sue are in their fifties. All the sex is between this lot.
As a matter of interest, for my own interest, I just spent a couple of hours playing with an imaging AI to produce 'photographs' of the above characters, as well as a couple of the others. Imagine, dear reader, my disappointment to find that Literotica has implemented a new policy prohibiting AI generated images. Still, I have the pictures now and, if the policy changes, I will publish them when I can.
Note. Obviously, there will never be pictures of the two under-age characters. I'm being very careful to exclude them from anything more than witnessing non-sexual displays of affection. Even innocent school photos of them would be inappropriate in this context.
This episode begins one Friday evening after my married pair and their fiancée, Angie, returned home from a dance with Margie, Sue and Lucy.
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"Oh, fuck it!" I thought, resigning myself to my situation. "Lucy, suck my cock." And she did.
That's how, on that Friday night in October, I found myself with a talented local artist on her knees in front of me, enthusiastically sucking my cock. My wife wouldn't have minded, even if she hadn't been having sex with a schoolteacher called Sue in the spare bedroom at that moment. Sue's colleague and friend, Margie, was being similarly entertained by my submissive sex slave, Angela, in our other bedroom, which Angie was now occupying as our fiancée: us being Marie and me.
Lucy, by way of thanking me for reassuring her she was still attractive and that her genitals were truly delightful, had decided to offer herself to me as my sex toy. My wife, Marie, confirmed that was within the terms she had agreed with her friends when she offered my services as a bed mate. And so, there we were. Did that all make sense? No? It's okay; this is my life we are talking about and much of it still confuses me.
Now don't get me wrong. I like oral sex; both giving and receiving, but usually there's more, I don't know, emotional context. However this was more detatched than my usual sexual encounters because Lucy was an artist and she wanted to help me find and express my inner sexual urges. As a scientist, I am more pragmatic and just wanted to put my cock in a lady's warm and wet special place. But it seemed important to my girls that I got in touch with my inner self, and did things that excited me rather than just satisfying the woman, or women, in my bed. So, with that in mind, I gathered Lucy's long blonde hair into a bunch and used it to pull her further onto my cock and fucked her face.
Normally, I'd let the woman decide where I ejaculated: tonight I knew Lucy would be disappointed if I deferred to her. She coped magnificently until I felt my orgasm about to burst and I pulled out at the last moment. The first spurt was into her mouth, the second on her face and the rest onto her small but lovely breasts.
I looked down at her as she gazed up at me, my semen on her lips and chin. She was smirking, delighted that I had used her entirely for my own gratification. I released my grip on her hair and told her to go and clean herself. When she returned from the bathroom, I held up a pair of handcuffs. Initially, I had just wanted to make love to Lucy but, seeing as she was spending the entire night in my bed, I relented and decided that a little playtime was acceptable.
Her face lit up. "Ooh. This looks like fun. Where do you want me?"
"On your knees in the centre of the bed, facing forward," I told her. "Hands behind your back."
She complied without question. "Now," I continued. "Put your face on the pillow, bum in the air." Again, she did as instructed. I took her hands and cuffed them behind her knees; now she was exposed and helpless. I went to the toybox and took out a wand vibrator and switched it on. First I decided to use it on her delectable breasts. Cuffed as she was, she was entirely at my mercy as I experimented on her. As on the previous Wednesday, over a period of twenty minutes, she passed through the stages of arousal, through frustration and onto rage when I cheerfully ignored her pleas to actually have sex with her.
I was more relaxed about this by then. The girls, and Lucy in particular, wanted me to find the inner me. So I had and, as illustrated by my behaviour that evening, I had found that my inner me was a bit of a twat. I still liked giving women orgasms, but the dark side of me enjoyed it even more when it was on my terms. Oh, Lucy was going to come tonight, of that there was no doubt, but it would be when and how I chose.
She yelled imprecations at me, slandering my parentage, my masculinity and, for some bizarre reason, my dress sense. That offended me because Marie guides me in sartorial matters and my wife was, therefore, insulted by proxy. So I took out the flogger, the one with the forty eight leather laces, and laid it on Lucy's bare backside.
"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. You've upset me now," I murmured menacingly in her ear. "You know I'll have to punish you." And I gave her a gentle stroke of the flogger across her rump. She snorted in derision. The second stroke was harder and the third harder still. The fourth generated a cry of pain so I decided that was the intensity I was aiming for. And so I laid into her, using only a little less force on her breasts and genitals, for a full two minutes.
She was whimpering quietly when I finished and to make amends I restarted the wand and applied it to her clit. Unfortunately for Lucy I was still in Darth Geoffrey mode, so the application was remorseless. Despite her writhing, her pleading and her threats I held it there until I was good and ready. By then my erection enhancing tablet had long since kicked in and I was hard again. I knelt behind her, slowly ran the wand one final time from her anus, between her nether lips and onto her clit and then, without warning, I penetrated her. Well, it was what she'd been shouting for after all.
She was so wet inside but still delightfully snug. I grabbed her slender hips and pulled her onto my cock to meet my every thrust.
"That's it!" She yelled, her voice only slightly muffled by the pillow. "Fuck me! Use me! Come on you bastard! Harder!" I reached forward and grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back as I pounded. "Yes!" She cried. "You fucking love this; don't you? Pull harder! Hurt me! Make me yours!" She carried on in this vein for the next five minutes.
I have to admit, in hindsight, I was lost in the moment. If we'd been playing asphyxiation games, it could have gone horribly wrong. That night, though, the pair of us shared the most brutal mindless fuck either of us had ever experienced. I'm not claiming that it was the best sex we'd ever had, but it was the rawest. Lucy came first, of course; she'd been well primed by then. Her demands now replaced by screams of, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh! Fuck! YES!"
Given her forced immobility, she was unable to relax after her orgasm even after I had finally, and with great satisfaction, streamed another teaspoonful of sperm onto her cervix. I knelt, hands on her hips, still pulling her butt cheeks hard into my belly, breathing hard and thanking any deity willing to listen for the privilege of having sex like that at my age.
There was a tapping on the bedroom door. I grinned to myself at what we must have sounded like to the others. "Yes," I called out. "Who is it? Is there something you need?"
