The Story Of Jane

(This is a work of fiction, and resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.) All participants are aged 18 or over.

John was asleep in his warm bed, enjoying a favourite recurring dream: walking slowly towards him was a beautiful girl in a red dress. As she came closer, he could see her shining dark eyes looking directly into his, and her smooth face held a gentle loving smile. The red dress wrapped round her was tied to the side by a loose broad bow. When she was very close, she pulled and undid the bow, causing her dress to open, revealing her plump breasts and hairy pussy. As she put her arms around him in a passionate embrace, John felt a surge of pleasure, and while this wonderful feeling continued, he gradually woke up to find eager lips on his lips and a soft hand slowly stroking his hard morning cock. He was in the process of ejaculating inside his loose pyjamas. It was a lovely abandoned feeling.

"Good morning, darling," came a soft voice.

John gradually emerged from his reverie to find his loving wife smiling at him. "Oh, my darling, darling Alice," he said and pulled her close to him and kissed her sleepily. "This is my favourite way to wake up, and you never forget." He kissed her again, this time more passionately.

As they lay there, the early morning sun streamed through the window, and birds were singing in the trees. John put his hand under her cotton nightgown and gave her a long back rub and scratch. His hand gradually moved down to fondle her buttocks, and as his hand moved to the side, she rolled over and, with a cheeky smile, handed him a tube of her favourite gel. With practised skill, John squeezed a generous amount over his hand and began to massage around her vulval lips. Gently at first to spread the lubricant over the whole area, then gradually increasing the pressure.

Alice gave a gentle moan as John pleasured her with his leisurely movements. For several minutes he continued his slow physical rhythm. She parted her legs wider to allow deeper access, a signal to John that she wanted him to finger her vagina. He squeezed out more lubricant and gently spread it around her entrance and then into her warm passage. He knew her so well and soon started stroking a particular spot on her vaginal wall. Alice let out a little gasp.

"Ohhh John, that's just so wonderful!"

She slowly thrust her pelvis up and down in time to John's movements as he stroked inside her, now with 2 fingers inside. She gradually positioned herself so that part of his hand bumped against her clitoris, which had become hard and prominent. Her moans became louder and deeper as her breathing speeded up, and John felt her tighten around his fingers while she groaned and shivered as her orgasm rolled up her body. As she quietly relaxed, he felt a little trickle of fluid on the fingers which were still inside her. The two lovers then relaxed into a short deep sleep.

Alice was the first to wake. She got up and went downstairs to make a pot of tea, which she brought up to the bedroom.

John was now fully awake. "Dear Alice", he said, "there's not a day that passes that I don't feel blessed to be married to you."

"Actually, darling, it's going to be 50 years in October. It'll be our golden wedding anniversary. How do you want to celebrate it?"

"I didn't realise it was already our fiftieth. I hadn't really thought about it. It wouldn't surprise me that you have planned something." She nodded. but said nothing because she hadn't really quite decided.

Alice brought John's tea to his side of their bed, sweetened it and stirred it for him. She started talking on her way back to her chair by the window overlooking their woodland garden.

"John, have you discussed that matter with the librarian yet?"

"No, she wasn't in the van last week." The van is the travelling library that parks in the village pub car park on Friday afternoons. It was driven to several villages in the areas. "I'll call by this afternoon. If she's there, shall I invite her for supper like we planned?"

"Well, yes, if you think she would suit our purposes."

Smiling back with a roguish grin on his face, John replied, "From what I've seen so far, she's perfect, at least for me, darling." He gave his wife a wink as he got out of bed. He went across the room and gave her a peck on the cheek, then casting off his pyjamas, he headed off for his shower.

Alice was planning to meet a friend for lunch, and so she and John agreed to meet later and go shopping. Then on the way home, John planned to drop Alice off and then head off back on foot to see the librarian.

At 4 o'clock John walked up the ramp into the library van. He was met by the warm smell of books. Near the entrance there was a small counter dividing the driving compartment from the library. The young librarian was standing behind the counter and gave John a friendly smile of recognition.

John handed in his returning books, and then, checking that there were no others in the van, he proceeded to engage her in conversation. He soon learnt that she worked part-time for the library service, and the rest of the time she helped her sisters look after their frail parents. She was aged 25 and had a university degree in English. John interspersed the conversation with comments about the weather, books and gardening. His gentle probing revealed that she didn't have a boyfriend. During the conversation he studied her beautiful complexion and long shiny blond hair that cascaded round her slim neck and shoulders. She was well spoken. An identity badge over her right breast told him that her name was 'JANE HIGGINS, BA (hons)'. She was dressed in earth colours: a clingy grey wool crew neck sweater and a grey, green and brown tweed below-knee skirt, grey stockings and low brogue-type brown suede shoes. She wore tortoiseshell glasses.

John then casually asked her, "My wife Alice and I were wondering if you'd like to join us, Jane, for supper this evening by way of our thanks and appreciation for the library service you bring to the village. We live just up the road in Old Oak House, the one with white gates."

Jane's eyes lit up. "Gosh", she said, surprised by the gesture, "that's very kind of you. Actually, I've nothing planned this evening, and I'd love to come."

"That's fixed then. I see you close at 6.30, so come round to us after you lock up. I don't think anyone will mind if you leave your van here."

With that, John left and walked up the road to his house.

Alice was in the kitchen preparing an apple pie when John arrived home.

"She's agreed to come round this evening, darling," he announced. "A little after 6.30 when the library closes. She's apparently not a fussy eater, none of those allergies or intolerance things that young people seem so keen on. Her name is Jane; she lives with her elderly parents, and she doesn't have a boyfriend. Close up, she has a lovely figure and beautiful innocent eyes."

Alice came over to John, took hold of both his hands, looked at him seriously and asked:

"Are you attracted to her, Johnny? And, importantly in your judgement, do you think I'd feel the same?"

"Yes to both questions, darling."

"Good, if I feel the same, I'll set things up after supper. I'll take her into the living room while you wash up the dishes, then I'll come and get you after I've chatted to her."

Jane arrived just after 6.30, and after some small talk, they all sat down for supper. John produced a nice bottle of claret which helped to ease inhibitions. When they'd finished, Alice took Jane through to the comfortable living room where a log fire was blazing. The two women sat on the sofa like old friends. Alice was very accomplished at putting people at ease.

"Tell me, Jane," Alice asked, "do you have a nice boyfriend at the moment?"

"No, there's no one like that in my life at the moment. Most of my time is taken up with work and looking after Mummy and Daddy."

"An attractive girl like you must have lots of young men friends."

"To be honest, Alice, I've never had a proper boyfriend."

"Do you mean you've got to your age without ever having sex?"

Looking embarrassed at being asked such a question by a comparative stranger, Jane blushed and shook her head.

Alice then surprised Jane by telling her that she and John had enjoyed sex on an almost daily basis since they met at a ball at university over half a century ago. "Yes, even at our age, dear. Does that surprise you?"

"It does surprise me. I thought, Well, you know. Old people -- I didn't think they had sex. My parents never talked about it ever."

"Well, Johnny and I still enjoy a sex life. Which brings me neatly to why we asked you here this evening. We'd like to put a proposal to you."

Jane looked puzzled and was completely unprepared for what Alice said next.

"Sex comes in many forms, Jane. I don't know if you know much about kinks and suchlike, but one thing I discovered about Johnny and myself several years ago was that I get extremely aroused watching Johnny having sex with other women, and he enjoys being watched. It seems to remind us of our much younger selves. I hope that doesn't disgust you or anything."

Jane could have made an excuse and left at that point, but she didn't. In fact, she was intrigued. It was very rare that she had discussed sex with anyone. "No, Alice, I'm not disgusted. But why are you telling me such personal and private information?"

Alice smiled with relief. "You've obviously missed a few of our little signals, Jane. I'm going to be very direct with you. My husband has told me that he is very attracted to you and would like to have sex with you. Over the course of this evening I have reached the same conclusion and would like to watch him have sex with you. Only if you agree, of course."

"Alice, I don't think I could do that with someone else's husband, whether they approve or not. Not that John isn't a fine-looking man, but I couldn't do it."

"We'd pay you, of course. I doubt whether you earn much as a part-time librarian. We're very generous in that respect. We were considering paying you five hundred pounds for the evening. Does that make our proposal sound more interesting to you?"

"Oh, Alice. I don't know what to say. I never expected to hear anything like that this evening."

"I think what you mean to say is, 'How could such a respectable-looking elderly couple make such suggestions?'' Is that what you were thinking?"

Jane smiled. "Yes, exactly that." She said.

Alice continued, "I'm going to give you some time to think it over. John and I will be in the room next door. Just come through when you've made up your mind. If not tonight, maybe another time. Remember this though: John and I will never hurt you physically or verbally."

Left alone, Jane thought through the proposal. It was true that she didn't earn much on a part-time librarian's salary, and hearing rain falling outside, she realised she desperately needed a holiday break. A travel brochure happened to be lying on the low coffee table with its promises of sunshine and fun. Her mind was made up. She went through to John and Alice and looked at them and solemnly said one word, Yes."

"That didn't take you too long, dear," grinned John. "Oh, please call me Johnny from now on. Alice likes to be called Ali."

Alice took Jane's hand and led her upstairs to a comfortable-looking bedroom. Laid out on the bed was a white silk wrap. Alice handed her an unsealed envelope and showed her that it contained a thick wad of money. Jane took the envelope and put it in her handbag.

"Please get undressed now and put on the wrap. I'll be back for you in five minutes."

Jane quickly slipped out of her clothes. Hesitated a little and then took off her tights and knickers and then her bra. She picked up the wrap and slipped it over her shoulders. It was soft and cool on her skin, and she tied it loosely. She sat on the bed, and it occurred to her that she was behaving like a common prostitute, but in truth she was enjoying the frisson. "I can't believe that I'm selling my maidenhead!" she exclaimed to herself. Before she could think anything more about her situation, Alice floated back into the room. She was wearing a thin red gown which was carelessly tied, and as she walked towards Jane, it was quite evident that she was naked. Alice took Jane's hand and led her out of the room across to a larger bedroom. There was a large brass bed with its covers pulled right back, and on each side of the bed, there were nightstands, on each of which were three large candles which provided the only lighting in the room. The air of the room was warm and filled with faint and subtle scents of sandalwood and lavender. Then John emerged from the adjoining bathroom.

"She's ready for you, darling," she said to John. She smiled as she noticed the telltale red flushing on his face caused by his Viagra. She then gave them both a little kiss on the cheek and noiselessly disappeared into the darkness on one side of the room. Unknown to Jane, she had gone behind two partially drawn black velvet curtains and positioned herself comfortably on a chaise longue strategically positioned for her to observe the couple by the bed.

John came up close to Jane, smiled, and, looking down into her eyes, placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked in a kindly tone.

Jane swallowed hard and then answered, "Yes, but I'm a little nervous. Please be gentle."

John then pulled her a little more firmly and gave her a longer kiss on the lips. Jane was surprised at his gentleness, which felt more like a caress compared to the clumsy kisses from the teenage boys of her previous experiences. His tongue gently probed, and she opened her mouth to allow their tongues to meet and get to know each other. Then instead of roughly groping her, one of his hands slid down the soft silk covering her back and gently held her bottom, gently sliding over and around her firm buttocks as he pulled her closer to him. A hardness pressed into her belly, which she realised was his aroused cock. His movements were slow and gentle, and she began to relax in his arms. A gentle tug at her side undid the wrap, and another tug loosened his gown. He stood back a little to let the garments open, then pulled her close again, and she felt his uncovered cock now on the bare skin of her belly.

John looked again into her eyes and started to fondle one of her firm breasts, which were about the size of an orange. He cupped and caressed the breast before leaning down to slowly suck the breast into his wide open mouth and flick over the nipple with his tongue until it swelled and hardened. He then carefully sucked and nibbled the nipple. Jane found the sensation almost overwhelming, and she gradually melted into John's arms. He held her under her back and guided her to the side of the bed. He then lightly stroked her belly lower and lower until he encountered her silky fair pubic hair and very gently placed a finger between her upper thighs and felt the wetness of her arousal.

Jane had been expecting to be groped and roughly fingered, but John was considerate and caring despite the fact that he was paying her. Obviously her pleasure was also his pleasure, and presumably their pleasure was also Alice's pleasure. She wondered for a brief moment where Alice was.

John now lifted Jane onto the bed. The sheet was warm, as the electric underblanket had been switched on. John joined Jane on the bed and lay on his side beside her. They maintained eye contact as he gently stroked her pussy. His hand gently played with her pubic hair, heightening her anticipation. She couldn't help but let out a little sigh as his hand gently slid further down, inviting her to part her legs so that he could explore and pleasure her more fully. She felt safe in his presence as his soft hand cupped the whole of her vulva. As he started to exert a little pressure, she let out a quiet little moan. His hand moved slowly up and down, and he flexed two fingers which traced along her inner lips. He moved his fingers closer together, so now they were running up and down the middle, lightly brushing the upper surface of her clitoris. He wetted his fingers with the fluids issuing from her vagina and returned to stroke and massage over and around her clitoris, which gradually swelled and hardened. The attention to this tiny part of her caused Jane to tense up and squeal with unexpected delight. Even in her private moments she had never experienced such high arousal as this. John stifled her squeal by placing his warm open mouth over hers as he began to explore her entrance. He circled around the rim of her vagina, then stealthily inserted his middle finger, moving it around in a circle as he gauged her reaction and the tightness of her passage. He could easily feel her virgin state and pushed his finger past her maidenhead, then gently stretched it.

Jane let out a deep breath. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good," she sighed as he continued to slowly stretch her. He continued stroking inside her and alternating with massaging her clitoris. She squirmed at his touch and groaned more loudly with pleasure, shaking her head from side to side as she experienced a deep-seated orgasm.

Thinking to himself that the young librarian's cunt was as wet and slippery as it could ever be, John manoeuvred himself above her, pushing his knees between hers and gently pulling her up by holding her buttocks. He rocked forward and pushed his rock-hard cock into her entrance, sliding upwards inside her. Jane moaned and uttered a slight cry of pain as he ruptured her maidenhead and pushed beyond. He felt the girl yielding as he gently thrust in and out of her soaked, slippery cunt, gradually increasing his pace.

Through his low-pitched grunts, he managed to growl, "Now I'm going to enjoy a good fuck!" He increased his effort and was soon grinding into her pussy as he pumped in and out of her. He was red in the face, and in the heated room, his sweat mixed with that of the girl under him. He felt a gentle kiss on his neck and realised that in the dim light his wife was there kneeling close by the bed, enjoying the action. He could visualise Alice gently rubbing her own wet pussy, and he heard her little pants as she approached her climax.

John decided that he was now due his own pleasure and, yelling loudly, YOU FUCKING LITTLE SLUT!" he let himself go and felt himself approaching the point of no return. His cock stiffened more, and he felt the glorious sensation of his cum squirting into the writhing young woman below him.

Simultaneously, Alice moaned out, "Ohhh, Johnny," as she lay back on the carpet enjoying her own orgasm.

His heart was racing, and he was short of breath as he withdrew his still dripping cock and rolled over beside the once innocent young librarian. When he got back his breath, he asked, "I hope that wasn't too bad for you, young lady."

"Oh Johnny, you were wonderful! I never thought..." Her voice trailing off.

"You never thought an old guy would be your first? Is that what you thought?"

"Errr, well, I wouldn't quite have used those words. But you were wonderful. Thank you."

"Move over, you two." It was Alice, now completely naked, who slid onto the bed on the other side of Jane. "You two put on quite a performance. I came twice just watching you both enjoying each other." She then took one of Jane's hands and used it to stroke her wet grey-haired pussy. "Feel how wet I am, darling." Jane was somewhat taken aback. She had never intimately touched another woman before. Alice held her hand there and used it to rub in between her legs, and as Jane didn't pull away, she opened her legs very wide and used Jane's hand to masturbate herself again. Jane quickly understood what was being asked for and started taking over, gently stroking her hostess's clitoris. Feeling Alice's pleasure noises. She experimented by turning her head towards Alice, and as their mouths met, Alice drew her closer, and the women's tongues met. Alice began thrusting her pelvis up to meet Jane's hand movements. Meanwhile, Johnny's hand was busy pushing between Jane's legs from behind. He stroked her shiny wet bush, probing inside her and stroking her clitoris as she again became aroused. Jane suddenly let go, and Johnny felt her flood the bed as she and Alice reached the climax of their mutual pleasure, one just before the other.