Part 7 -- You may want to read the other parts first. Or not. We hope you enjoy Freya and Dan as much as we did!
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The morning after our evening with Dick, I thought we'd talk about what had happened, but we didn't. In fact, it was several days before the subject came up -- I guess we both had a lot to process.
Eventually, cuddling on the sofa one evening, I said "I thought our evening with Dick the other night was a great success."
"Did you?" she said, evasively. "I thought you were upset about it..."
"No, not at all, I really enjoyed it. And I thought you got off on it too?"
"Well, I certainly got off!", she said, rather vulgarly for her. And then more gently, "So you really don't mind? - he was right up me - and it felt so good."
This last hurt a bit, but I hope I didn't show it. "No," I said, "When it came to it, I really wanted it too - it was so exciting to watch you have sex with another man - you were so into it."
"It was hardly sex," she said, defensively "He just slipped in by accident... "
I didn't know what to say to this - it had certainly looked like sex to me. We were quiet for a while.
"I hope we can do it again some time," I offered, encouragingly.
"Not with Dick," she said. "I don't want to see Dick again."
"Oh," I said, disappointed. "Are you sure?"
"Just drop it, Jim," she said, clearly annoyed. And we left it at that.
The next three weeks or so were very quiet. Although there was one thing that happened that I guess I should tell you about. I was at the gym, wandered into the showers, and there was Dick, water streaming down his naked body.
"Hello, Jim," he said, just as the hot water hit my chest. "How's things?"
"Oh fine," I replied, "Great, actually."
"And how's Tishy?" he added, a little less confidently.
"Not quite herself," I said, unsure how much to explain -- "She's been a bit.... well, moody."
"Oh, sorry about that -- I hope it's nothing to do with -- well you know..." And he trailed off, nervously.
I looked around to check there was nobody else in the showers -- but it was just us two. "You mean you slipping your thing right up her fanny," I said. I looked down, to indicate what I meant. His big dick swung impressively, the water running from the tip.
"I'm so sorry," he said -- "It just happened -- what else could I do? She so wanted it...."
"I know she did -- we had her so worked up," I agreed. I looked down, and his dick started to swell, as he recalled the evening. Mine did too.
"You're not angry then?"
"No, don't worry about it. We all enjoyed ourselves, I think."
At this he looked relieved. "I was rather hoping she might want to -- do it again sometime?"
"Not much chance of that -- at least for a while. She needs time -- to get used to it," I explained.
"She has such fine tits," he added. His hand dropped to his dick, almost without thinking, and he gave it a long downward stroke between his fingers. Now it was definitely getting stiff.
"She does that..." I answered, and stroked my own dick. "Fancy a wank?" I don't know why I said this -- it just slipped out. Perhaps I just wanted to show him there were no hard feelings.
"Sure," he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Thought you'd never ask." His prick was now hard in his hand, jutting out from his body at right angles, knob exposed.
"Always gets me stiff, just thinking about her knockers," I said, to encourage him. Actually, I was thinking of that magnificent prick of his, sliding up her fanny. I looked away, and we wanked companionably, both lost in our own thoughts.
It was very pleasant, wanking under the hot shower with Dick. I came soon enough, thinking of his oily prick sliding between her tits at the beach. When I next looked down, I could see he'd come too, his prick now flaccid in his hand. He let it drop.
"Well," he said, as we left the showers to get dressed -- "Let me know if she ever changes her mind!"
"Of course," I said -- but I didn't really think she would. She could be very stubborn.
I thought about telling Tishy about this little adventure -- I hadn't wanked in the showers with another guy since I was a teenager -- but I didn't. I wasn't quite sure how she'd react -- talking about Dick just seemed to make her cross.
Young Rory was another matter though, and here there seemed to be real possibilities. Over the last few weeks he'd been coming around to our house fairly regularly, partly to help me with odd jobs in the garden, and partly to ogle my wife's tits. Once I caught him giving them a bit of a fondle as I came in the kitchen. She'd been baking for him again.
"Nevermind that, you naughty boy," she said to him, as she saw me come in. She then bent over, provocatively, to take the tray of cookies out of the oven, and her tight skirt showed off her bum really nicely. Rory blushed hard - he was so shy.
So, nothing out of the ordinary - life had pretty much returned to normal. Then one afternoon we were chatting to Rory in the sun room, over a beer after doing the lawn. "Have you found yourself a girlfriend yet, Rory?" I asked.
"Well," he said, "Yes, I have. She's called Sue."
"Oh," I said, surprised, "That's good -- well done. How's it going?"
"It's OK," he said. Then "Well, actually, I'm not sure. We kiss and all that, but I don't think she really likes me."
"Well, she must like you if she kisses you. Is she a good kisser?"
"Oh, yes," he said, "She's lovely."
We went quiet. I called for Tishy, and she popped her head around the door, rather too quickly, I thought. "You called, Sir?" she said, came over, and sat with us. We were playing master and maid games at the moment, and she liked to act the part.
