Putting On A Show 19

'The Club' was Annie's idea.

Annie was on her own for a few days. Gerry was away at a conference in Florida. Normally on a Friday night, Annie and Gerry would catch up with a few friends for a glass or two at the pub. But, with Gerry away, on the other side of the Atlantic, she thought she'd probably give the pub a miss.

Michael called just after four. 'We thought we might go to The Oak for a change,' he told her.

'The Oak?'

'Yes. Just for a bit of a change.'

Annie hesitated. 'Umm... Gerry's over in The States,' she told Michael. 'Florida. He's at a conference. He won't be back until next Wednesday.'

'Yeah. I realise that. But I thought that you'd still be coming,' Michael said. 'To the pub, I mean.'

'Oh.' Annie half nodded -- not that Micheal, at the other end of the phone, would have known that. 'Well... umm... yes. I suppose I could,' she said.

'The Oak it is then,' Michael told her in a tone that indicated, that as far as he was concerned, the matter was settled. 'You know The Oak? It's the one with the tree in the courtyard. An oak tree I suppose. Albeit a small one. Don't know what happen when it reaches full size. They'll probably have to demolish the pub.' And he laughed.

'The Oak?' Annie hesitated briefly. And then she said: 'Oh, yes. Next to the cheese shop.'

'That's the one,' Michael said. 'Marion says she should be there by about six.'

'Six? Umm... yes. I can probably do that.'

* * *

When Annie arrived at The Oak, shortly after five-forty-five, Marion was already there. Charles and Louise were there too.

'On the pull,' Charles said, rising from his seat to give Annie a welcoming hug (and allowing his hand to slide down her back and rest on her bum).

'On the pull?'

'Michael tells us that Gerry is swanning it over in the Florida sunshine.'

'Oh. Yes,' Annie said. 'He's at a conference. Not sure how much sunshine he'll get to see.'

'So you're a free woman,' Charles said. 'Play your cards right and you can probably take home that young spunk at the end of the bar.'

Annie laughed. 'I think he might mistake me for his grandmother,' Annie said.

'So? A lot of young men appreciate the charms of an older woman,' Charles told her.

Annie laughed again.

* * *

Ross and Karen were next to arrive. And finally, shortly before seven, Michael joined the group. 'Sorry, folks,' he said. 'I had to have a drink with Sara -- my now-former assistant. It was her last day. She's leaving us.'

'Oh?' Charles said. 'You weren't paying her enough?'

'Apparently not. She's decided to turn her side hustle into a fulltime gig.'

'Oh? And what's her side hustle?'

'Umm... one of those internet subscription things. Not sure which one. You know... a couple of quid for a look at her knickers, and for another five quid she'll let you see what she has hidden underneath.'

Charles laughed. 'Your own fault for hiring women on their looks.'

'That's the thing. It's not that she's especially good looking,' Michael said. 'I mean she's OK. But she's not going to win any beauty contests or anything like that. However, apparently there's a bit of a niche for girl-next-door types. I guess it just goes to show, eh?'

'And she's happy to show,' Charles said.

Michael nodded. 'It would seem so.'

'Can she make a living?'

'She seems to think so,' Michael said. 'But, to be honest, I'm not sure of the finer details. I'm assuming there are expenses. There are always expenses.'

'I take it you've checked out her site,' Marion suggested, looking at her husband with a touch of mock disapproval.

Michael smiled and quickly changed the subject. 'Who's ready for another drink?' he asked.

* * *

When Michael returned to the table with a couple of bottles of the house wine, a rather unpretentious semi-dry white from Puglia, 'the girls' were in conversation about who among them would be prepared to display their wares in exchange for coin of the realm.

'I think I might need more than a fiver,' Karen said.

'How much more?' Marion asked.

'Hmm... I don't know. Fifty? A hundred?' And then she laughed. 'No. Probably not. It might be different if you could select the audience. But I guess it doesn't work that way, does it?'

'I think you just have to take what comes down the line,' Annie suggested. 'If you're hoping to make a living from being an exhibitionist, I suspect it's more a question of quantity of voyeurs you can attract rather than quality.' And then she added: 'Gerry has a cousin who used to write stories for an erotic website. I don't think she made much money out of it. Too many people willing to do it for free.'

'Was she any good?' Karen asked. 'Were her stories any good?'

Annie smiled.

'I think men prefer pictures, don't they?' Marion said.

'Pictures of Lily,' Karen suggested.

Marion frowned. 'Lily? Who's Lily? I thought Michael's woman was Sara.'

'It's a song. The Who. About a kid who has pictures of Lily on his bedroom wall. Helps him to sleep. Something like that anyway,' Karen said. 'You don't remember?'

Marion didn't remember.

* * *

When Annie got home that evening, shortly before nine, her brain was replaying the conversations she had had with her Friday-night friends.

No, she definitely wouldn't be rushing to show off her wares on her own Members Only site (or whatever it was called). Although, that said, she had to acknowledge that somewhere deep within her (no pun intended) there was at least a hint of an exhibitionist. She could just about imagine herself allowing the right person to get a glimpse of that which was generally hidden away.

Michael had already seen most of what there was to see when Annie and Gerry and Michael and Marion had gone skinny-dipping off the boat that the four of them had chartered when they were in Antigua. And, under the right circumstances, she might also be prepared to give Charles a peep. As it was, she felt that he was undressing her with his eyes at pretty much every opportunity he got anyway. And she wouldn't be entirely averse to seeing what Michael and Charles had to show in return.

Annie had had enough to drink at the pub, and the crisps and other snacks had taken the edge off any hunger she may have had, so she took a shower, made herself a cup of hot chocolate, and headed for bed.

Annie had had a busy week and she half expected to fall asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. But it was not to be. The thought of near-naked and fully-naked bodies filled her brain. Where was Gerry when she needed him?

Annie finished the last of her hot chocolate and tried to relax. But then another snippet of the evening's conversation made its way back to her busy brain. 'I think men prefer pictures, don't they?' Was that what Marion had said? Annie enjoyed words. A good erotic story. But she certainly wasn't averse to a bit of visual stimulation either. Did that make her different from other women? She doubted it. Thinking about it now, she wished that she had canvassed her friends when she had had the opportunity.

She knew that Ross and Karen enjoyed the occasional erotic video. Ross had recommended a couple to Gerry. 'Ross thought that you would enjoy this one,' Gerry had said when he had tracked down one of the vids and cued it up for their bedtime viewing.

'Oh? And what made him think that?' Annie had asked.

'Well... he... umm... said that Karen had certainly enjoyed it.' And Gerry had smiled.

Ross had not been wrong. Annie had also enjoyed it. She had enjoyed it very much indeed. And now she found herself enjoying the memory of it. Even before she had decided that the only way she was going to get to sleep that night was by jilling to a satisfying orgasm, her fingers were beginning to trawl her soft cuntal valley.

* * *

On Wednesday, Gerry returned from Florida via Philadelphia, landing at Heathrow just after 8:30 in the morning. He took the Heathrow Express into Paddington and then, while waiting for a cab, he called Annie to let her know that he was safely back on terra firma. 'It was a short night,' he told Annie. 'I think I'll just go into the office for a couple of hours, and then I'll sneak home for a nap.'

'Good idea,' Annie said. 'I might try and get away a bit early this afternoon. I'll make us something nice for an early supper. And then she added: 'And then perhaps... well... let's just say that I've missed you.'

'And I've missed you,' Gerry told her. 'We'll have to have a special reunion. Reacquaint the bits that matter.' And he laughed.

* * *

When Annie got home that evening (rather earlier than usual), Gerry was waiting, dressed in loose-fitting shorts and a T-shirt.

'Did you manage to get some sleep?' Annie asked him.

'A bit of a nap. I ended up spending more time at the office than I had intended. Still... I did manage to get a couple of hours sleep... and a shower... and now I'm ready.'

'Then you can pour me a glass of something while I take a quick shower,' Annie said. 'I won't be long.'

* * *

When Annie returned -- five minutes later -- she was wearing a long T-shirt. The T-shirt reached down to her mid thighs and it was impossible for Gerry to tell if she was wearing anything underneath it -- although he strongly suspected that she wasn't. 'Oh? Ready for bed already?' he said.

Annie smiled. 'I thought perhaps a drink before supper,' she said. 'But, yes, the bedroom might be a suitable venue.'

'An excellent idea,' Gerry said. 'Maybe some champagne? Well... cava actually. But I'm sure that it will have the same effect.'

Annie smiled again and waited while Gerry took a bottle of cava from the fridge and gathered up a couple of glasses.

'The chambre à coucher awaits,' Gerry said, and he led the way to the matrimonial bedroom.

* * *

Annie knew that they would be heading for the bedroom sooner or later (sooner would be her choice) so, on her way between showering and returning to Gerry in the kitchen, she had already arranged the surfeit of pillows on the bed. While Gerry opened the wine and poured a couple of glasses, Annie positioned herself with her back to the headboard.

'Cheers,' Gerry said, handing his wife a glass of cava.

'Cheers,' Annie echoed.

They both took a generous sip of their wine and then placed their wine glasses out of harm's way. Then Gerry joined Annie on the bed, facing her, with his legs spread. Annie lifted her legs and spread them so that they were resting on top of Gerry's thighs. As she did so, her T-shirt rose up. Gerry had been right. Beneath her T-shirt, Annie was suitably naked.

'Nice,' Gerry said, feasting his eyes on his wife's furry snatch. 'In fact very nice.'

Annie smiled and, using both hands, she spread her lightly-furred outer labia, revealing the pale pink valley between them.

Gerry stroked the soft cotton fabric at the front of his shorts with the fingers of his right hand.

Even as a younger man, Gerry had never had a problem getting members of the fairer sex into his bed. But what convinced him that Annie was 'the special one' was her passion for masturbation. On her first visit to his bed, they were just getting ready to 'do the deed' when Gerry suddenly realised that his sister's dog, Barrymore, who Gerry was looking after for the weekend, was still outside. 'Oops!' he said. 'I'll be right back.'

When Gerry returned, Annie was where Gerry had left her, but her knickers were now down around her knees and her elegant fingers were working her hairy honeypot. Gerry smiled. 'Methinks you've done that before,' he said.

'Before? I may have,' Annie told him. 'Why? Do you not approve?'

'Approve? Oh I approve very much,' he said. 'Perhaps I can join you.'

'An excellent idea,' Annie said. She finished removing her knickers and spread her legs. 'Why don't you put yourself in front of me? That way, I can enjoy a front-row view of proceedings.'

At the time, Gerry thought that perhaps they would masturbate for a few minutes and then they would fuck. But that wasn't what happened. They played with themselves and with each other for more than half an hour. Annie came twice. Gerry came just the once. But he did come spectacularly.

'That was fun,' Annie told him.

'It was,' Gerry agreed. 'We should make a note to do it again.' And do it again they certainly did.

* * *

'It's good to have you back,' Annie said as they settled in for their welcome-home session.

'It's good to be home,' Gerry told her and, as Annie began to encourage her clit out from its hiding place, Gerry pushed down the elasticated waist of his shorts and released his stiffening cock.

For three or four minutes, they each attended to their own needs. Then, as if on some secret signal, they both moved closer. Gerry lowered his shorts and then removed them completely. And then he took over masturbating Annie while Annie attended to Gerry's cock.

'Oh, yes,' Gerry muttered. 'Yes. Yes. DIY is fine. I won't hear a word against it. But a helping hand makes all the difference.'

'Hooray for a helping hand,' Annie said. 'That's what I say.' And she nodded and ran the head of Gerry's cock the length of her slippery slot. As the head of his cock passed over the entrance to her sweet fuckhole she paused. Just for a moment. Just long enough for Gerry to wonder if he was about to be invited inside.

Gerry smiled. 'Nice.'

Annie, too, smiled. And the next time Gerry's cock was about to pass over, Annie thrust her hips forward and Gerry was in. But only just briefly. 'Oh, yes,' he said.

'While you were away, I had a thought,' Annie said.

'A thought? That sounds dangerous.'

'Not all of my thoughts are dangerous,' Annie assured him. 'And I think this one might be fun.'

'Oh?'

'Yes. I think we should make a porno.'

'A porno?'

'Yes. Just a simple one. Just you and me. Nothing too complicated. No fake step-cousins or anything like that.'

'I'm intrigued,' Gerry said.

'I thought you might be.'

'And what would we do with this production when we had made it? As much as I could enjoy watching us in action, I'm not sure that I much like the idea of putting it out there for every Tom, Dick and Harry.'

'I'm thinking that it would have a restricted distribution. Just for a discerning audience,' Annie said.

'A discerning audience?'

'Yes. A bit of a club. An exclusive club.'

'How exclusive?'

'I'm thinking very exclusive. You know... black tie. A glass or two of champagne. And then a members-only porn show.'

Gerry gestured for Annie to tell him more.

'Yes. And the only way to become a member of the exclusive club will be to submit a homemade porno of your own.'

Gerry nodded. 'And so the viewers are also the pornographers?'

'Exactly,' Annie said. 'Although I prefer to think of them as eroticists rather than pornographers.'

'The idea has possibilities,' Gerry admitted.

'I thought so.'

'And who would get things going? Apart from you and me, I mean.'

'I'm thinking perhaps Michael and Marion. I think they might be candidates. I think they might enjoy a bit of a show. And I think that they, in turn, could be counted on to put on the kind of show that we might enjoy.'

'Oh?'

'I think so,' Annie said. 'Marion let slip that they are not averse to a bit of mutual masturbation.'

Gerry frowned but then nodded. Yes. It made sense. And his cock grew a little more. Yes... now that he thought about it, it made a lot of sense. And he nudged his purplish-pink cockhead into Annie's glistening fuckhole.

'I've missed you,' Annie said. And she smiled.