This is a true account, as I recall it, of our recent second encounter with a younger couple, Will and Anne, some 20 years our juniors, whom we met in innocence, and by odd circumstance became intimate with, and of whom we have become most fond. It is not necessary that you read of our first encounter, "Fountains of Aphrodite," but I suggest it, for if what unfolded that evening does not warm you, neither shall this.
It's been, I think, almost eight years since our fateful dinner together, and was a pleasant surprise, therefore, when Anne called my wife Ellen two weeks ago to discuss an issue of the most sensitive and intimate nature. Anne is a charming young lass, blond and small, nymphish but shy in an odd way. For when we met at their home and our unexpected encounter unfolded, Anne realized immediately and made quite clear that she did not want to share physical intimacy with me that evening, nor did she want her husband Will to touch my Ellen, though looking was okay. Sex with another couple merely present was a big leap for Anne, and acceptable as long as the men stuck with their mates and no hanky-panky and that's that.
It was that evening when Ellen taught young Anne the art of female ejaculation, first with me administering to Ellen for demonstration purposes, followed by Will's loving but somewhat clumsy attempt upon Anne, which was ultimately successful, and a practice which they now enjoy often.
During that completely unexpected evening, Anne also discovered, via the loving ministrations of my wife, the joys of anal stimulation, which Ellen administered as part of the ejaculation lesson. Evidently, this had become somewhat of an obsession to Anne, but there was a problem: husband Will could not bring himself to touch his wife that way. The idea of anal sex in any form so put him off that for all his devotion to her he flatly refused the service. This led to the first real quarrel of their few years of married life, as Anne explained to Ellen in that recent phone call.
The young couple had, however, come up with a solution to their problem. Saturday was Anne's birthday, her 30th, and she wondered carefully if Will would mind terribly that we re-visited them for dinner, and if it were possible that perhaps we would resume our intimacies for that night, within certain strict bounds, and if I would initiate Anne into anal sex. According to Anne, Will was silent for a spell, and then, to her surprise, Will said that this was fine with him. He admitted to Anne that our first evening together was the most erotic thing that he had ever experienced, that he respected and trusted me, and that he had thought about it every day since. Anne told Ellen that neither she nor Will have ever even considered an alliance with anyone else but Ellen and I, and could not imagine ever doing so.
Still, Anne was adamant that Will could not have sex with my Ellen (she was still afraid that Ellen, whom she adored, would cast a spell on her husband), and in exchange she promised that I would not be permitted any other intimacies with herself, she just wanted to feel a man "inside her, that way", and that this episode would never be repeated. It was for her 30th birthday and that would be that. Will spent little time debating the issues and simply agreed, happily.
And so we agreed to visit the young couple again.
Pulling into their drive, I reflected how I had obsessed about this night, looking forward for a week now, and had barely contained my enthusiasm. We had abstained from sex for the week, and it was hard to refrain from masturbation with these thoughts and images in my head going wild. But I refrained, and tried to tone down my expectations.
Will and Anne seemed to have not changed a bit since we first met them years ago, the only difference was Will sporting a rough mustache and I had since shaved mine. We were all dressed casually, blue-eyed Anne in a long white summer dress sporting big red flowers, with her blond hair in a ponytail, and my Ellen in a long scarlet dress, cinched at the waist with just a hint of cleavage, her wild black hair in tangles about her bare shoulders. Ellen standing next to delicate Anne looked so much more curvaceous, so much more womanly to young Anne's girlishness, and both passing lovely, a queen and her princess.
We were welcomed graciously and drank wine together on their deck, catching up on things. I am a retired software engineer, living well and comfortably; Will owns a custom boat-building business, doing very well, and wanted to build a second shop up north but was having trouble with financing, money being so tight these days. Before our dinner was over I had decided to bankroll him, and would tell him so when we departed that night.
When dinner was over (Anne wanted to save dessert "for after", and blushed prettily as she said so), we adjourned to the living room, the site of first amazing encounter years before. The furniture had been upgraded but it still bought back the old memories most vividly, and Ellen inhaled sharply as she surveyed the room.
She looked at Anne. "I'll never forget this room," she smiled.
Will and Anne at once: "Me neither!" And we laughed and sat down in our old places, Ellen and I on a soft new brown leather sofa, and Will and Anne about six feet across from us on an identical unit. I faced Anne, noting with pleasure the thin gold chain around her ankle like last time, and her red toenails perfectly groomed. I looked up and smiled at her and she smiled in return. Ellen sat directly across from Will. We settled in and sipped wine, and it became quiet. We knew it was almost time for a certain birthday gift. Anne squirmed in her seat and looked suddenly nervous. Will picked up on this and patted Anne on the thigh.
"Honey, relax," he said. "It's your birthday and we can proceed however you wish. No hurry, no worry. Hell, we don't even have to do anything!"
At that Anne gave a start and gushed "Oh no! Let's do!" We all laughed and sipped more wine.
After a long moment Anne turned to Will. "Will you do it?"
"Will I do what, honey?"
"You know. Start things."
She was very nervous and Will agreed to get things rolling. He mused a moment how to begin. "Well honey, tonight's all about you... so... stand up."
"Stand up?" she whispered. Will nodded and she did. Will stood too, and maneuvered her a few feet ahead while he stood behind. Will reached down to her dress hem and slowly pulled her dress up, over her head and free of her hair. Anne stood radiant in pink cotton panties and no bra, and her hands reflexively went to cover her breasts. Will reached gently in front of her and slowly brought her forearms to her side. Her modest breasts had long pink nipples, erect as erasers.
She sighed. "I guess I shouldn't be too modest," she smiled, "after last time."
"You're a vision," I said.
Ellen agreed, putting her hands together and sighing. "So beautiful."
"How about a kiss," Will said, and Anne turned and kissed him sweetly. "Stay still," he said, and with his index fingers on either side slipped into the waistband of her panties and, bending, lowered them past her knees. "Kick out of them," he said and she did, presenting her perfect slim bottom to Ellen and me, all admiration and attention. He stroked the cheeks of her bottom for a few moments and kissed the cheek of her face.
Anne, now much more relaxed, turned to her admirers and chirped, "What's next?"
We laughed and Ellen spoke up. "Will do you mind if I relieve you of the duty?"
"Hell no!" he said and slumped back into his chair, relieved. Anne resumed her seat with more laughter and wine sipping and then Ellen stood up.
"I think it's only fair that we consider the lucky man whom you chose to honor tonight," she said to general agreement. She looked at me and asked me to stand, and to remove my clothes. I did so, a bit uncomfortable as I am hardly the "stripper" type, and artlessly as I could, stripped completely, carelessly thawing my clothes to the other side of the room. Naked, I looked down at my perfectly average penis, below half-mast at my nervous state, and smiled weakly. The three of them clapped and laughed. Just what I needed.
Ellen gave me a kiss and knelt at my side, facing the young lovers on the couch. "Lesson time, Anne," she said with a grin.
Anne clapped. "I do so love your lessons." Will nodded in agreement.
Ellen, with her right hand around my leg, reached over with her left and stroked my penis and testicles, gentle and familiar, pulling the foreskin down and slowly back up. Anne was unsmiling and mesmerized, leaning forward a bit.
I was fully erect in a short time with this treatment, and at last Ellen leaned over and kissed the now-purple head of my cock, and stood gracefully. "Isn't that a nice cock, Anne?" she asked.
Anne looked up. "Cock." she said. Will laughed and Anne looked crossly at him.
"I don't think she ever said that work in her life," he laughed.
Anne had to laugh, too. "You're right. I haven't," then looking back at Ellen, "and you're right, Ellen, it's a perfectly lovely cock."
Ellen stepped back a bit and put her hand out near my engorged member, as if to say, 'Well? would you like to stroke it? Suck it?'
Anne suddenly sat straight and looked at Ellen. "No. No, thanks. I really don't want this to become, well...", she looked confused.
Ellen rushed to her side and sat down, "That's completely all right, Anne," she said, taking her hand and giving it a kiss. "You are not required to do anything you don't want to do tonight. OK?"
I thought to myself how odd the girl is. Shortly, if all went as anticipated, I would be inserting this rod of mine fully into her anus, yet she balks, almost religiously, at a mere kindly touch. Ah well.
Meanwhile, Anne returns the hand-kiss to my Ellen. "It's not fair," she said, "that I'm naked and you're not."
Ellen would not need coaxing. "Only if I can see Will's cock, too," she said provocatively.
Anne looked down at her toes, wrestling with something inside. She brightened. "I know Will would like that. OK."
Will was out of his clothes in seconds, and unlike me, needed no help to obtaining full engorged status as his cock sprung free of what must have been a most uncomfortable prison. Ellen just watched. "What a lovely cock," she said, smiling sweetly at Will, who was over the moon at Ellen's attention. She turned to Anne. "Isn't it just lovely, honey?"
"Yes." she said, not so much to Ellen but to the whole room. "Yes. I love it and I need it."
Will smiled at her. "It's all yours, honey." Amid friendly laughter, Will said, "I like that my cock is the same size as John's. You know. Just a normal sized cock."
I laughed and agreed completely. "It would be uncomfortable if one of us had a 10-inch penis and the other just average."
