Here is the first part -- and first "climax" of several! -- of the grand finale of Joan, David -- and Laurence too.
This final section (one or two more chapters to follow) of Joan's story has its characters indulging in role play and fantasy for their naughty pleasure. In effect it will be a series of role-plays rather than one extended one.
There will inevitably be some inconsistencies and unrealistic elements - simply because they are role-playing for their own enjoyment and not acting out a part to the finest detail or adhering to a detailed script and plot, which would intrude and spoil their fun - please bear this in mind and try to enter into their enjoyment of the flexibly played roles.
ALL CHARACTERS ARE FICTIONAL
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It was Joan's fourth meeting with Laurence. She now trusted him enough to be escorted to his apartment that he rented while on his legal business during the week. As previously he let her take the initiative and she had come up with a naughty role-play fantasy. She took the part of a cruel stepmother discovering him looking at porn magazines (of which he had a small collection, he had confided guiltily).
She brandished his hairbrush at him and used it to spank him with, though not too hard. She had become fond of Laurence, though not romantically, and was relieved that it was the fact of being spanked that turned him on rather than receiving hard blows.
And, despite her stern warnings not to "bloody well dare rub yourself against my thigh, far less bloody well ejaculate on it!" -- though the sternness was feigned, of course -- he had done so.
And, though his penis was average sized both in girth and length, Joan had been deliciously shocked at the copious amount of cum that emerged from it. She regained her composure and ordered him to clean it off with his handkerchief. Then she told him to kneel before her and to kiss between her legs. She had a powerful orgasm -- he certainly knew how to please where giving oral sex was concerned.
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She looked into his adoring eyes as he clambered onto the bed beside her. The time had almost come to tell him.
They kissed and cuddled for a while. Then she told him that she had something to confess. She told him her real name and that she felt bad only to be telling him at this stage. And -- although he had promised at their first meeting not to ask, nor to think badly of her if she was seeing someone else, as he considered the arrangement to be "indeed, ah, no strings", she told him about David.
He was not in the least bothered by the news about her pseudonym and said that he half suspected, simply because he would do the same if advertising to meet strangers. Her disclosure about David did not really surprise him either, he said, given her attractiveness. Joan could tell, though, that deep down he had hoped that he was the only one she was seeing. She could not blame him.
She also told Laurence that David had turned out not to be her former neighbour. Partly it was because she wanted to be as honest with him as she could, and partly because of The Idea. At this Laurence burst into laughter as he imagined the scene unfolding. His laughter was quiet and almost wheezing, and he laughed until tears began to roll down his cheeks. It was a very infectious laugh, and Joan shared his hilarity. It was useful, too, as it defused the tension and prepared the way for her next revelation.
She told him of her Idea, her Ultimate Fantasy (though not to be taken as a signal that this would constitute the last time she would see him). Without going into detail or being over-emotional, Joan told him of her ex-husband's cheating on her and how part of the appeal of the "no-strings fun" was a sort of secret payback and revenge.
She didn't go into great detail about The Idea and concentrated mainly on the fact that, if they were both willing, it would include both him and David separately or maybe together as a threesome with her. She did not want either to shock him or spoil some of the surprise. She asked him to think about it and let her know. To her delight and despite a measure of surprise on his part he did not seem too shocked and agreed to do so.
She did the same with David on their next meeting, their sixth. He loved the idea, his face lighting up instantly, but she urged him to think it over anyway.
And, the following week, the three of them met at the pub where she had first met Laurence. She stayed with them both for the first hour to break the ice and as a visual aide-memoir of what was on offer. Then she departed and left them to chat with each other.
Her shame and arousal rose to new heights and were matched only by the apprehension of awaiting each of their decisions.
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As she expected, David got back to her first, full of enthusiasm and chuckling with almost incredulous delight. Lawrence was more restrained, but he did sound keen, even though he had one or two reservations. He wanted to know more detail of what she had in mind when they next met, though he offered to meet the entire cost himself.
David also eagerly wanted to know more when he next met up with her for more "no strings adult fun". He, too, offered to meet some of the cost. He seemed to have no reservations at all.
Joan told them, independently, something of the Ultimate Fantasy and put Laurence's mind at rest over one or two concerns, but kept the detail secret. The secretive nature of it to which she alone was privy and over which she had control added to her excitement.
Next she began to launch her plans -- the date, the location, and the little but essential details. She had to rein in her impetuosity. There was no need to rush, she told herself. It would take as long as it took to get it all just right.
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She was slightly annoyed that she had made it difficult to return to the country hotel where she had arranged her first liaison with David. But when she had checked out, the young man on reception who had ogled her had pushed his luck a little too far.
She smiled at the memory. He had leered at her breasts again as she handed over the keys.
