Thanks for the feedback etc on Chapter 1. I admit to exploring new territory with this topic, and it is certainly outside my experience. I've just tried to imagine a couple experimenting with it and the conflicts that one of them had over and against the more willing side of the other. Obviously readers are entitled to like or dislike it according to their preferences.
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Ruth was hoping to sit in the back of the car with Lee, and was a little disappointed when her husband gestured for him to sit in the front passenger seat. She realised, though, that it would not look discreet, and would give the appearance of being chauffeured. She sat in the middle of the back seat. She cast her mind over the next couple of hours, wondering what lay in store; Lee had arranged to stay in a motel a few miles away after leaving them. Hopefully, if all went well, they would meet up again - and she and Raymond would invite him to spend the whole night with them.
It was going dark when Raymond pulled out of the car park and joined the road. She leaned forward and took Lee's hand in hers, leading it to her fleshy lower leg. She felt a little tremor of delight as he grunted his approval, and at Raymond's glances at her in the driving mirror. The young man fondled and stroked her leg gently but confidently, and his caresses became more ardent.
Nobody spoke, and the atmosphere was electric with desire and tension. The intensity was heightened by the proximity of other vehicles as they made their way through the busy streets; although nobody could see what was happening, the pretence and appearance of normality, and the oblivion of other drivers and passengers was arousing.
They turned onto a quieter road for a time, and Ruth took advantage of the lack of other traffic by guiding the young man's hand to her breast. She smiled to herself as he tried to contort his arm in an attempt to cup it. He failed, and she smiled at his frustration, and at her husband's perspiring brow in the mirror.
"Don't worry, love," she said, and although she spoke softly, the breaking of the tense silence made her voice seem loud, and startled Lee. "Another ten minutes or so and you'll be able to explore these mature tits fully..."
"Mmmm, I can't wait, Mrs Howard", Lee replied, but he glanced at Raymond as he spoke.
After what seemed an age, they pulled into the drive. Ruth felt light-headed with excitement as they went into the house. She had been relieved to hear from Raymond that the occupants of the adjoining house seemed to be away at the moment. In his nervousness Raymond fumbled with the door key, and as they waited for the door to open, Lee stood behind Ruth. She felt a surge of delight and shame as she felt his hand groping her backside through her skirt. Although he was shielding his actions from the view of anyone who might be looking, it felt deliciously sordid to be groped on the doorstep by a stranger, and in her husband's presence.
The door swung open and they filed into the hall, with Raymond leading, and Ruth between him and the young man. The pulse of each of them was racing as the evening drew towards its consummation. Lee closed the door behind them and gently pulled Ruth to him. He kissed her deeply on the mouth, and she could taste the traces of the beer he had drunk. He cupped her backside and kneaded her bum cheeks firmly. He looked over her shoulder to Raymond as he spoke to her.
"Shall we go straight upstairs, Mrs Howard?" he enquired, but his tone was more of an instruction than a request.
Raymond looked into the young man's face, then looked down. If Lee was nervous, he didn't show it; his expression oozed confidence, and Raymond knew that this was fuelled by lust for his wife. Even now, as he watched, the stranger's hands were rolling and squeezing her bum.
"Just a moment, Lee," Raymond said, trying to sound assured. "Just remember what I said about not doing anything she wants. For a time she's yours, of course, but that means that you only do what she agrees to, understand?"
Lee swung her gently in his arms and they stood sideways-on to Raymond, who averted his eyes from Lee's stare for a moment, then, composing himself, looked back into the stranger's face. Raymond watched him cup Ruth's breasts with his hands, his thumbs sweeping lightly across them, seeking her nipples. To his jealous revulsion - and intense delight - Raymond saw his wife's left hand rub the young man's crotch. He stared at her wedding and engagement rings as her fingers teased him, the symbols of her fidelity to him all but spurned and defiled - yet with his own approval.
"Sure, Raymond. I understand. Anyway, if you'll excuse us, your wife and I have things to do..."
Raymond's stomach was churning as he watched them ascend the stairs slowly, the young man's hand up her skirt as she led the way to the bedroom.
On the landing windowsill was a small bell, as used on reception desks in hotels, and that Raymond had bought for the occasion. Ruth pinged it and laughed playfully.
"We'll ring you when we're ready for a coffee or a fruit juice, Raymond," she called back over her shoulder.
The bedroom blinds were already closed, but Raymond heard her close the curtains anyway, heard their voices become more muffled as the bedroom door partly closed. He sat in the lounge. The blinds of the lounge were drawn but angled open. He closed them and sat down.
He booted up the laptop that he had dropped off earlier, and selected his favourite porn site. From it he searched tags such as "mature cuckold" and "mature cheating", and "swingers", and began to play some of his favourite clips. Alternately he tried to picture his wife and the young man upstairs as he watched, and then as the clips progressed into more hardcore action he tried, with varying success, to block out the images that flooded his mind, trying to concentrate instead on the video clips.
Lee sat on the bed, his eyes roving over the mature, smartly dressed, married woman before him as she stepped across the room to close the curtains. Her legs weren't fat, but neither were they skinny. Although not as shapely as they had probably once been, they still looked good, especially in the shiny nylon of her stockings, and the dark seams drew his gaze up her leg to her knee-length skirt hem.
Stockings. That had been a turn-up for the books, and no mistake. He could hardly believe that she had encouraged him to put his hand inside her skirt in the pub and play with her stockings, and to grope her thighs and even to rub her pussy. It was hard to believe that, like him, this was the first time that she, or her husband, had indulged their fantasy, If so, then she was going at it with a vengeance. Her own pleasure at his attention, and the very evident mixed emotions of her husband, had already made Lee go hard almost from the moment of joining them in the pub - and had kept him hard almost throughout the evening.
Ruth turned to look at him, reciprocating his hungry gaze. Her eyes locked onto the bulge in his trousers, which he made no attempt to conceal. She sat beside him, and unfastened the lower three buttons of her skirt. He needed no encouragement, and flicked the side-split open, and began to fondle and squeeze her stockinged thigh.
She spoke in a normal voice, wondering whether her husband could overhear. She had deliberately left the bedroom door ajar and suspected that Raymond had done the same with the lounge door. She knew that her voice betrayed her nervousness and excitement, and hoped that it wasn't too obvious, as she began to ask Lee about his turn-ons, and to mention hers, the things she liked, the things that she would like to try out, and what was off limit. To try to ensure that it didn't all get too heavy, she punctuated their conversation with kisses, some slow, some fleeting, some on the mouth, some exchanged kisses on the throat and neck.
She broke away and stood a few feet away from him, with her hands on her hips, savouring the lust for her that his eyes and expression declared. She knew he was no virgin, but the knowledge that she was his first mature woman thrilled her.
"So, Lee, tell me what you think of me... what you like about me..."
"Well, MRS Howard..."
She felt a quiver of arousal at his emphasis of the word.
