It has been quite a while, since I recounted any details, about my life and that of my friends. A lot of changes for us, not so many, for our circle of friends and family.
On my side of things, Mum and Gwen, Susan and Stephanie have both committed, to their long term relationships. For mum at least, this has given her security, going forwards. A good thing, considering, how difficult things had been, financially, when I'd been growing up. Susan and Stephanie were blissfully happy. Stephanie in particular, had been keen to meet the three of us. We were glad, that we had given them space, to develop their relationship. She was now aware, of what had gone on, between, Susan, Julie and myself. They had no problem, with all three of us visiting, and occasionally and having some fun with them.
Nothing at all, had changed with Julie's family. Apart that is, from Sophie spurring Bridget, to occasionally act as dominatrix. For the most part, she, Neil and Liz, still had regular sex.
Sophie's family, had changed a lot, since we first met her. Her mum and dad, were still in the swinging scene. Rather than Peter having to download films, they now exchanged them. We actually spent a lot of time, with Jane and Peter. When we had been spread far and wide, it made sense to have somewhere, to meet, where we felt comfortable. They always made us welcome. All three of us, got on well with Jane, particularly Julie, as they had so much in common. They were both bold, outgoing and very slightly cheeky, in their outlook, particularly where sex was concerned. The four of us, would occasionally have sex, when Peter was at work. We would always be invited to watch them.
Occasionally, we'd hear from Jo and Zoe. They were still together.
For the three of us, things had changed dramatically. I was working my way up, the company ladder. I had transferred, from the the roads division, to one, responsible for building office blocks and shopping malls. This came with a promotion and a good salary. Not to mention, a change of location. This wasn't for money, or career progression but for location.
Sophie had qualified as a doctor and was currently working, in a minor injuries unit, near my work. This meant far fewer hours, than her initial position, as a junior doctor, in a large hospital.
Julie had finally made her career dream come true. She had qualified as a barrister. The chambers she worked for, cut her a lot of slack. She had to travel a lot, representing clients, in various courts, around the country. Therefore, she was allowed to work from home. Only travelling to chambers, when required for meetings.
I think, all of us were surprised, that we had managed to keep things together, for so long, despite the difficulties.
The upshot of all of this, was that we were financially independent. In fact, for women our age, relatively well off. So much so, that we had bought a nice house, without stretching ourselves, financially. A mortgage but not a large one. A large four bedroomed, detached, Victorian villa. The rooms were a good size. The interior had been updated and renovated, by the previous owner. This gave us a room each and one we shared. Each of our rooms, double bed, wardrobe, bedside cupboards, chest of drawers and a desk. The fourth room, a super king bed, storage for our sex toys and a wardrobe, for Sophie's expanding leather collection. The bathroom was ultra modern, with a large walk in shower. Ideal for us. Downstairs, a large lounge, separate dining room, and a good size kitchen and downstairs toilet.
This had become, quite a comfortable life. Most nights, we would sleep together, even if we weren't having sex. Exceptions being, if one of us had an early start, or late finish, when we would head to our own rooms.
What was missing, for myself and Julie, at least, were voyeur opportunities, if you discounted members of our family. Julie had none at all. Civil engineering, is almost entirely a male preserve. I was the only woman, on the construction side of the company. Building sites are a haven, for bawdy talk. Initially, the men thought, they were trying to shock me. Eventually, they realised I was actually interested, in how many times they fucked their wives and girlfriends, the sizes of their cocks and their kinks. From time to time, they'd share a photo on their phone, but that was it.
Sophie, who wasn't that interested, was the only one, with any chances at all. The female doctors and nurses, had a changing room. She would give us descriptions, of what she saw. One of the nurses, had a no entry sign, tattoo on her ass. Another, go hard, above her pussy. A few pierced nipples, shaved pussies, hanging labia and oddly trimmed pubic hair. One day, one of the other doctors, talking to a friend, was complaining about the showers, at the local squash club. Eight cubicles no curtains. The three of us joined, the following week. We were terrible. We'd book a court, thrash about for an hour and head to the showers. These were fit women, of all ages. A few would pick up on us looking and put on a bit of a show. We would often return the favour, sometimes flashing them a butt plug. It never went beyond that.
The first Christmas in our big house was going to be interesting. Julie's family were having their big family celebration, aunts uncles and grandparents. Julie wasn't going, giving up her room, for more family to stay over. This would be the first time, the three of us, Peter and Jane, Frances and Bob had been in a house, at the same time. Was this asking for trouble, or something more interesting?
We went to town on the decorations. Lights on the outside of the house, large tree in the lounge, streamers and baubles, all over the ground floor and up the staircase. I think we overdid the shopping. It looked like enough food and drink, to last a month, not just a few days. We cleared anything personal, from our rooms. The three of us, would be in the large bed. A room each for the other couples and one for the newest edition to the family, Peter and Jane's son.
By the early afternoon, of Christmas eve, everyone had arrived. We made drinks and settled down, to chat and catch up, on things, non sexual. Dinner that evening was lasagne, washed down with red wine. We wanted something easy, as the following day, would need a lot of preparation and cooking. Early in the evening, Jane took her son up to bed. Returning, she assured us, that he would sleep through the night. Therefore, the topics of conversation took on a more interesting turn.
From Bob and Frances perspective, the swinging group, was going great guns, every weekend. The driving force, seemed to be Doreen, the wife of Bob's boss. The big lady with the multiple pussy piercings. This fetish had spread, through the group, over the last year or so. Bob's Prince Albert had been joined by a ring in his left nipple. What's more, Frances had gone the whole hog. Both nipples, one ring, in each of her labia and a ring with a bauble in her clit hood.
"Show us." Julie said, excitedly.
There were no secrets now and no embarrassment. They both stripped off. Frances was without underwear, entirely. I'd expected gold or silver. The bauble over her clit, actually looked like a Christmas decoration, Julie stood and gave it a stroke. This was the first time, I'd seen a pierced cock, in the flesh. The ring looked pretty thick. Jane, obviously used to it, began stroking it, bringing it to an erection. This was a signal, for everyone to strip for action. Peter removed Jane's blouse and skirt, while she continued to wank Bob. She looked amazing, red and green for Christmas, bra, thong, stockings and suspenders. I couldn't help moving behind her, stroking her breasts and pussy. Her thong was wet. Sophie, began edging Peter's cock, like she'd seen in the video. I looked over and Julie was on the sofa, paying attention to Frances' piercings, with her tongue.
Sophie and Jane coordinated their techniques, moving gradually closer, to the sofa. Wanking harder and faster, Bob and Peter shot their loads across Frances' breasts. Julie reaching up a hand, massaged the fluid into a pierced nipple. Frances' hand slapped on to her mouth, to stifle the noise as she came. The sight of the cum and my fingers over the wet thong, caused Jane's knees to buckle, as she sighed out an orgasm. Everyone satisfied, apart from the three hosts. I don't think any of us were bothered, about that. We would be in bed together, later. Frances went to the downstairs cloakroom, to clean up. Sophie and myself went to the kitchen, for champagne and glasses. When we were all back together, Jane proposed a toast.
"Merry Christmas and more orgasms."
"Cheers."
We sat and drank for a while. I think Bob and Peter wanted time to recover and probably had ideas, of cumming again. Drinks finished, Jane thought it was time for round two. She knelt before Sophie, pulled her to the edge of her seat and began licking, her sister in law's pussy. Sophie had a stunned look on her face, as Bob got behind Jane and pushed his piercing into her pussy. I guessed, that they had done this before. I walked to her chair and whispered in her ear.
"You OK with this?"
She just nodded. I wondered how frequently, what we saw next, had happened, as Frances got on all fours. Peter placed his feet, beside her legs and pushed his cock, into his mothers ass. I sat on the sofa, next to Julie. What the hell, we took up our role as voyeurs and began masturbating each other.
Sophie came first but Jane continued to work her tongue and lips. Bob's hand was on Jane's clit. They came together, before, Sophie's second hit her. Peter was a surprise. He held out for about fifteen minutes. Frances had a hand between her legs. The contractions of her orgasm, set her son off. As his soft cock fell out and his cum leaked out, the two of us came too. What a Christmas eve. Shocking and surprising. The two couples tiptoed upstairs to clean up, before heading to bed. The three of us headed to bed, deciding to shower, in the morning.
In bed that night, I asked Sophie about what we'd seen. She confessed, that she already knew what was going on. Since, the revelations about the filming, had come out. They had been swapping footage, this eventually resulted in, what we had just witnessed. Frances sucked Peter's cock and he had anal with her but didn't have intercourse. Bob had oral, anal and vaginal sex with Jane. Barbara would often babysit, so that they could prolong the action. We fell asleep, without any problem. A combination of champagne and satisfaction.
We had agreed, that Christmas day would be sex free. Although, I wondered how long it would be, before somebody broke the rule. My money was on Julie or Jane. We prepared breakfast, croissants, cereal, fruit juice and coffee. After which, presents were exchanged. The grandchild, getting totally spoiled. Julie, Sophie and myself began preparing our Christmas lunch. A full roast turkey affair, with all of the trimmings. At a time like this, the previous owners had done us a massive favour, having fitted a double oven cooker and a hob with six burners. Preparation done, we settled down with a glass of wine. Peter and Jane helped out with setting the table. After eating a gargantuan meal and drinking far too much wine. The day ended quietly, we dozed in the lounge watching TV.
