Following a lovely cooked breakfast, we spent the rest of the day treating Donna and the kids to a day out, taking in some of the local sights. The weather was still fine, and we had a lovely, relaxed day - helped by the sexual tension having been relieved earlier on that morning! We finished up by having a nice meal in a pub, to save the bother of cooking and all the clearing up.
So, once the children were tucked up for the night, we were able to just chill in the lounge. Donna and Laura were stretched out on the sofa, me in the armchair, all of us idly watching TV. After a couple of glasses of wine, we were feeling even more relaxed and the conversation turned round to sex.
'I can't believe how easily you took Phil's dick up your bum,' said Laura. 'Surely it must hurt, being stretched like that? We tried it once or twice and I couldn't bear it!', she added.
'It hurt me a bit the first few times,' said Donna. 'You have to be in the mood; you can't just go for it any old time. And it's really important to have plenty of lube, so it goes in easier,' she went on. 'But most important, you have to relax - if you tense up, of course it's going to hurt!'
'I'm still not sure,' retorted Laura. 'I mean, a cock is supposed to go up your fanny, not your arse! That's meant for the poo to come down, not for sex! It just seems, well, dirty somehow.' Her convent upbringing was clearly still having a strong effect on her.
Donna patiently continued explaining, 'Thing is, you need to make sure you've been to the loo. You don't want his old man to meet any traffic coming the other way.' She giggled at her own joke.
'But most important, you need to get into a comfortable position. I like it when I'm lying on my back, like a missionary position. And lying on your side is good too.'
'When we were out in the garden...' Laura paused for a moment. 'You just squatted over him and fed it straight into you... up your... you know...', obviously feeling a little awkward at this intimate dialogue.
'I like that position too,' said Donna. 'It really lets you open up. And more importantly, you're in control. It's better than having some horny bloke just ramming it in, which is what most men try to do!'
I loved listening to girl talk. Especially when the subject was arse fucking. Donna had clearly had a lot of experience with anal sex, loved it and seemed to be trying to convince Laura to have a go. My hand strayed to my cock and started rubbing it through my jeans at the thought.
Donna leaned forward and whispered something in Laura's ear. She blushed slightly, seemed to think for a moment, then picked up her glass of wine and swallowed it in a couple of gulps. Then, without another word, she got up and left the room. I heard the bathroom door shut.
'I'm just going to get something,' Donna announced, and headed upstairs. A minute later she returned and, in her hand, was a small pump bottle containing white liquid.
'This is good stuff', she said. 'Expensive, but really worth it.' She demonstrated by squirting a little onto my fingers, which I rubbed around between them. It was quite thin, but amazingly slippery, like precum.
'Just in case!' she said, grinning. She gave my cock a lovely squeeze, making me groan.
A few minutes later, we heard the sound of the toilet flushing and running water. Laura came back into the lounge, just wearing a T-shirt and panties. She walked over and picked up her empty glass, handing it to me.
