Reading notes:
1. This is essentially a work of fiction which includes some of my favourite fetishes, but the narrative also contains some descriptions of events that really did happen Apart from my cuckold and myself, Charles, Miriam and Norman (not their real names), all other characters are figments of my imagination.
2. To conform to Literotica's rules, I have taken liberties with the school leaving age. I beg my readers' indulgence and understanding. As with all of my writing, all characters are aged eighteen or older, and all of the sex described is consensual.
3. Please consider leaving a comment after having read this tale. All authors appreciate constructive comments on their work. Thank you.
June 1972
"So there you have it," Gordon Williams, headmaster of Penffynnon Town Secondary Modern School put down his pipe and looked at the assembled company of teachers he had summoned to his office at the end of the school day.
"It's official, and will be announced to the general public on the news bulletins this evening. The school leaving age is to be increased to eighteen, effective immediately. We'll be keeping the little darlings of the top class for another couple of years."
"Well I think it's a terrible decision, headmaster," responded Gertrude Phillips. "It's bad enough having to try to educate fifteen year old boys and girls whilst their raging hormones play havoc with discipline. Goodness knows what we'll be letting ourselves in for next year, let alone when they reach eighteen!"
There were smiles and some nodding of heads amongst the staff. Gertie, as she was known, was a fifty-odd year old spinster, who wore her sexual frustration openly. Everyone knew that she ached to have a man who would fuck her regularly and get rid of her long-standing virginity. But her waspish personality tended to put men off, so Gertie remained an unfucked virgin, and she vented her frustration regularly at any given opportunity.
At a mere twenty nine years old, and the youngest member of staff, Miss Olwen Roberts spoke up.
"I agree with Miss Phillips," she began, and Gertie smiled warmly at her young colleague. "I suggest that we try and distract our pupils by offering them some extra-curricular activities. It might even begin to prepare them for the world of work when they do eventually leave us."
The discussion that ensued following this suggestion was animated and enthusiastic, and so it was that when the new term began, in September 1972, it wasn't only academic subjects that were on the curriculum, but also some non-vocational subjects too, as well as several after-school clubs, which were well attended by many of the older pupils at the school.
July 1977
Olwen Simpson looked at her husband of two years and shook her head.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing, Richard," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I thought you loved me. Why on earth would I want to go with another man, even with your knowledge and consent? Is this just an excuse for you to find another woman to have sex with?"
"Not at all, my love," answered Richard. "I love you too much for that. What I want is for you to be loved properly. When we have sex, I can barely last three minutes, and I know how pathetically small I am. I'm surprised you can feel me inside you at all! What I want is for you to have sexual satisfaction."
Olwen wasn't convinced, but Richard was nothing if not persistent. Eventually, Olwen agreed to accompany her husband to a swingers party, "just to see how things worked out."
Everyone at the party was most welcoming and friendly. The rules were that car keys were dropped into a large crystal bowl in the hallway of the house where the party was being held. When supper was over and drinks were beginning to flow, the hostess brought the bowl into the dining room and smiled at the assembled company round the table.
"Well I don't know about anyone else," she began, "but I'm ready to get fucked." (Olwen blushed. She'd heard the term before, of course, but she preferred to call the act 'making love.')
"The honour of choosing a partner first must go to our newest member, Olwen," smiled the hostess. "Chose a key, sweetie," she continued, "and then you and your new friend can go anywhere in the house and get to know one another a whole lot better."
Olwen looked at Richard, who winked at her and blew her a kiss. Her hand was trembling as she dipped it into the crystal glass bowl and swished the half dozen keys around. She pulled out a key and held it up for everyone to see.
"That's mine!" said a deep low voice, and Olwen turned to look at who had spoken. It was the man who had been introduced to her earlier in the evening as Charles. Olwen seemed to remember that he'd said he was a surgeon at the local hospital. She smiled shyly at the man whom she was expected to go with.
"Come on you two slowcoaches!" chided Lydia, the hostess. "Off you go. Some of us are gagging for sex!"
As Olwen left the room with Charles, she heard Richard's voice.
"Those are my keys," he said, and her heart thudded in her chest. Her husband was about to make love to another woman, just as she and a man whom she'd only met a couple of hours ago were about to do the same thing.
Olwen really wasn't in the mood for sex. As she mounted the stairs with Charles at her side, she wondered if her short marriage would survive after tonight.
There were four bedrooms in the large, detached house where the party was being held. Charles seemed to know his way around.
"That's the master bedroom," he explained kindly, nodding at the only room where the door was closed. "Lydia will be using that with whoever gets to fuck her tonight. We can use any of the other three. Where would you like to go?"
"You can choose," Olwen replied. "You've done this before so you seem to know your way around."
Charles led her into a bedroom and closed the door. He turned to her and took her hand.
"I know this is your first time at one of Lydia and Frank's parties," he said. "We can take this as quickly or as slowly as you like. Would you like me to undress you, or would you prefer to do that yourself?"
Olwen smiled gratefully at Charles.
"I'll do it myself," she said shyly. "Thank you for asking. "I'll meet you over there in a few minutes." She nodded at the large double bed which dominated the room. Charles smiled encouragingly at her and went to sit on the side of the bed and began taking his shoes off.
Olwen slipped her own shoes off and unbuttoned her dress. She slipped it off and looked over her shoulder at Charles. He'd already removed his shirt and trousers and was just tugging a pair of the tiniest underpants that Olwen had ever seen down. Olwen watched as his cock sprang into view.
"Oh! My word!" she thought to herself. It was much longer and thicker than Richard's. Thanking her absent husband, who had suggested that she only need wear a bra and panties under her dress, Olwen quickly unclipped her bra, and yanked her panties down. She'd normally have had a pair of tights on too, but it had been a warm day, and so she'd come to the party bare legged. She turned round shyly to find Charles had already pulled back the covers, and was watching her from a prone position in bed.
