Previously in The Thin End of the Wedge: Sally, an ordinary housewife, 39 years old, has fucked with her husband's mate, George, while her husband, Tom, watched and filmed. Despite her misgivings, something she had never done before, and did just to please her husband, ended with her cumming more than she'd done for years. It was fun! Now read on...
The next day Sally decided to start the exercise regimen. A walk through the village to the cafe, instead of using the car, was stage one. She'd consider a gym subscription later. The weather was warm and the walk was pleasant and soon she was looking forward to a nice cuppa at the other end. She was pleasantly surprised when she entered the village cafe - The Tea Pot - that Diana was in there already, sitting alone at a table in the bay window.
"Sally! Hello. Come and join me.", Diana called.
Sally sat, ordered a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits from a waitress, a young lass looking very smart in her black and white lacey uniform, and waited for the inevitable question.
"So... did it happen?"
"Yes Diana, I went through with it."
"Brave girl."
The waitress returned with the tea and they paused for a moment as pots were arranged and a plate of biscuits was placed within temptation distance. When the girl had retreated to the kitchen Diana lent close.
"How did it go?"
"I surprised myself. I didn't realise how much of a...", Sally paused and looked around to check if anyone was listening, then continued more quietly, "... a slut I could be."
"Was George good?"
"He was... different... he did things that Tom wouldn't even think of."
"Oooh lovely. I must meet him some time."
"And you were right about a different... ", Sally dropped her voice to a whisper as the waitress emerged from the kitchen to rearrange the cakes on display, "... male member..."
"A change is as good as a rest.", said Diana, evidently very practiced at making neutral statements that wouldn't cause anyone to stare. She thought for a moment, idly stirring her tea, and then asked.
"What are you doing Friday night?"
"Not a lot. Tom is off after work to some sort of builder's event at Middlesbrough. 'The future of roofing.' or some such thing. George is going too. They'll be away the whole weekend."
"We're having a few friends up to the Manor. Would you like to join us?"
"That's very nice of you to invite me, but I'm not sure I'm posh enough to mix with your friends."
"Nonsense. You'll fit in just fine."
"Is it a cocktail party?"
"Well cocktails will be served but it's more of a fundraiser. A young couple will be doing a display and then we get to advise them on how to improve their techniques."
"Oh. I'm not sure I'll be able to advise anybody, I'm just a housewife."
"Don't worry, some of our experienced friends will be there, so there will be no pressure on you."
"Well... it sounds interesting... a lot better than sitting in front of the television all night. If you're sure I'll fit in..."
"I'll send Hoskins with the car to collect you. Seven o'clock. Dress casual."
The conversation turned to village things and an hour later Sally was on her way back home. She could cope with exercise like this, she thought, even though any weight she'd lost with the four mile walk had probably been put back by the biscuits.
Friday came and Sally waved Tom off. He was carrying his tools for the day in one hand and a well packed overnight bag in the other. Then she cleaned and tidied the house so that she wouldn't need to think about it again. Diana's description of Friday night was strange, but who cares she thought, it would at least be different.
At seven in the evening, on the dot, the car arrived and the chauffeur rang the doorbell. Sally felt very grand as he held the car door open for her. She sat back in the leather seats as the car silently whisked her away. The Manor was the far side of the village and then up the hill a couple of miles, it took no time at all before she was at the entrance porch and Diana was welcoming her in.
The event was happening in a large reception room. A scatter of chairs around the edge of the plush, red and gold decorated, room all faced a low, circular, stage. There was a second stage at the other end of the room but all attention seemed to be focussed on the first one. Floodlights in the ceiling around this one ensured it was well lit, and it seemed to be covered with some sort of upholstery. On one wall, between the stages, was a small bar with an extensive range of drinks. As Diana led the way to the bar Sally stroked her hand across the stage. It seemed to be some sort of synthetic or treated leather, and felt warm and firm, like a very supportive mattress.
"Sally can I introduce my husband Harold...", said Diana, indicating the well-dressed man behind the bar, "... and this is Alice and Bob, and Carmel and Duncan." Harold did look like James Bond. He was wearing a Tuxedo, was a few inches taller than Diana, had short black hair, and looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym. Sally looked at the pair and saw two people who were well matched in temperament and physique.
Sally recognised Alice from the village library, a slender fifty five year old woman. The Manor was the last place Sally would have expected to see her. Alice had seemed quite a repressed soul when Sally had visited the library, a dry stick of a person. Here however she was smiling and soon proved to have a wicked sense of humour. Her husband was very tall with a lugubrious expression, Sally would have put him down as an undertaker if she'd met him in the street. But when he talked there was a rich warmth to his speech.
Carmel was the owner of The Tea Pot and the source of the wonderful home-baked biscuits and cake on sale there. She was in her late fifties, deliciously fat with large beautifully rounded breasts, a big belly and prominent bum. Her infectious laugh soon had Sally giggling along. Carmel's husband, Duncan, although not very tall, had the build of a nightclub bouncer. He seemed carved from granite, and this effect was enhanced by the fact that he was a taciturn person, clearly happy to mostly listen rather than talk.
"We're all here now...", replied Harold, "... so we should get our drinks and take a seat. We have a busy evening before us."
Sally allowed herself to be served, on Harold's recommendations, a complicated cocktail, which tasted delicious. Diana took a large gin and tonic. The others already had their drinks. Finally Harold poured himself a large single malt from a bottle that claimed it had been maturing for a hundred years. Everyone sat down, positioning their chairs to get a good view of the stage, then Harold rang a small bell. It had an incredibly pure tone that sustained for a long time and before the sound had faded away a young couple had entered the room and stepped up to stand between the stage and their audience.
They were dressed in white kaftan-like robes and were holding hands. To Sally's surprise the girl was the waitress from the cafe.
"Newly weds...", whispered Diana in Sally's ear, "... Mindy and John... married this morning... they can't afford a honeymoon so Harold made them an offer. Give us a demonstration, then take some 'tuition', and we'll pay for three weeks in the Carribean... at a very special resort we know."
"What are they going to demonstrate?... Oh!", Sally's jaw dropped as the pair took off their robes. Underneath they were naked.
"He's nineteen, she's eighteen, and they are of the 'no sex before marriage' brigade...", whispered Diana, "... so this will be their first time."
"And the tuition you're going to give them?", said Sally, beginning to think she knew what was going to happen.
"After her defloration by John the men are going to give the lass a good workout, and us ladies get John to play with."
"And they don't mind?"
"They've been told exactly what to expect and given plenty of chances to back out. I think they are as excited by the idea as we are."
Sally looked at the pair on the stage and thought they looked very nervous, but then if her first fumblings with Tom had been in public she'd probably have felt nervous too. John was very attractive, blue-eyed, chiseled features, well muscled, with a strong looking chest, and a taut six-pack. An ancient Greek sculptor would have been delighted to have him as a model, possibly even more delighted to have had him as a lover given their reputation. His fair hair was cut mid length and it looked as if he didn't need to shave very often. His pubes were short and curly and framed a cock that, even flaccid, promised interesting things.
Mindy, who Sally had only ever seen in her severe black and white lace waitress costume, had a rounded face, big brown eyes, and long auburn hair. She was slender with small but very prominent breasts. They had the firmness of youth, the nipples pointing straight forwards. Sally thought about her own, which were rapidly heading to a situation where they pointed at the floor, and felt just a little jealous. Interestingly Mindy's cunt had been shaved so that her clitoris and cunny lips were fully visible. Sally wondered if that had been a condition imposed by Harold, for the girl had not shaved her armpits and looked like the type who would normally go 'au naturel'.
