This is the final episode. Hope you like it. I wanted to portray Joan acting just to a limited extent like a slut without really being or becoming one, and to leave the series with her determination not to push the boundaries quite so far again.
And, given that, I think any further chapters would be something of an anticlimax...
If you haven't read the other chapters and wish to, most are in Mature though one is in Voyeur and one in Toys/Masturbation.
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Laurence awoke to the feel of Joan's hand stroking his shaft and squeezing it gently. He sighed and opened his eyes, letting them rove over her naked, mature, but sexy body. Her slightly saggy breasts rocked arousingly with the movement of her hands.
He rolled onto his side and they embraced, their mouths seeking each other. Joan swung one leg over his thigh and hip and led his hand to her fleshy bum cheek. They kissed slowly and sensually, then she drew his face to her breasts. She crooned as he tugged on her nipples with his lips and pressed his face against her deliciously yielding orbs. At the same time he squeezed and rolled her buttock.
Joan whimpered with pleasure. She ran her hand over his chubby stomach and over his broad back. She let out a low moan as his tongue circled round her nipple and licked it, alternating between light, teasing moves and harder rasping ones, pressing it flat and then releasing it.
Laurence's heart was beating quicker as the climax of his night -- his "no-strings" night --with Joan drew near. He was genuinely nervous, yet the prospect of pushing the boundaries further -- and of witnessing her doing the same -- was extremely exciting.
Joan pulled gently away. It was the sign that the time had now come.
Laurence stepped to the window and closed the curtains. Joan had left them open all night, partly to allow the room to be lit with a low and subtle light, and partly for the fun, however unlikely, and however faintly, of being seen from outside in the dim light.
He walked to the wardrobe and took his clean clothes to the bathroom. Like Joan, he felt ill at ease to be naked in her presence after sex. He stepped coyly to the en-suite bathroom. There was little time for a shower but he washed thoroughly in the washbasin and brushed his teeth, then dressed.
They exchanged places. Laurence sat on the armchair and pretended to browse through the previous day's newspaper while Joan stole into the bathroom. She did not let on, but she, too, was feeling nervous about the grand finale that she had planned and suggested in advance to her two lovers.
Laurence heard the shower running and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine the water streaming down her slightly plump body, and he conjured up an image of her rubbing the shower gel over herself -- with soft, self-indulgent movements, perhaps, lingering longer on her fabulous breasts than was necessary -- and stroking her puffy labia as the hot water lubricated them.
The shower stopped. Laurence's blood was pounding in his ears. It was time.
He walked to the bedroom door and made sure that the latch was off so that he could get back in again. He forced himself to walk slowly and casually along the corridor to David's room and checked the room number three times before knocking twice. He waited for a few moments and was about to knock again when he heard a low voice from right behind the door call "Okay. Thanks".
Laurence retreated to the double room and found Joan sitting with a towel tucked around her at the dressing table, drying and brushing her hair. She smiled reassuringly. He tried to smile back confidently as he went back into the bathroom. He kicked off his shoes, tugged off his socks and stood with the door partly open.
It was to be his vantage point from where he would watch. He had witnessed sex on porn movies of course. But this was different. He was soon to watch Joan having sex with her other (and younger) lover. The scenario to be acted out was that Laurence was to watch his wife -- in fact, his bride -- being taken by another young man, a near-stranger. He felt curious, excited, embarrassed, dirty -- and nervous.
The alleged reason was that Laurence could not manage to keep his end up. Although he in fact had no such problem, he hoped that his growing nervousness did not cause that to happen in reality.
There was a get-out clause that Joan had put to him when explaining her idea. If he wanted, she stressed, Laurence could remain watching throughout the entire procedure. If he did, she promised, she would attend to him privately after David had left. He had agreed to give it a try.
He now watched Joan's reflection in the mirror in anticipation as she applied her make-up well but subtly. He felt a shudder run down his spine as he thought of her behaviour, so at odds with her pleasant, otherwise ladylike and respectable manner. He felt a twinge of sadness that her ex-husband's cheating had driven her to all this, but he caught her saucy smile at him in the mirror. As she smiled she tugged down the top of the bath towel that covered her breasts, and flashed them at him in the mirror.
He grinned back. He also gave his rising erection a very overt rub through his trousers. She grinned back at him.
Joan walked over to the wardrobe. Laurence stared longingly at the backs of her thighs and bum cheeks, and watched as she put on the white corset. Her bum cheeks quivered alluringly as she fastened and adjusted it. She stooped forward to pick up her discarded white stockings and bridal headdress and veil, and walked to the bed.
She shot a brief, coquettish smile to him, and he returned it. Now that she was getting back into a sexual mode her coyness about being exposed to him had dissipated again. Fleetingly it occurred strange to her again that they both felt so self-conscious about being naked apart from when having sex.
