Sometime around 4.00am, Gavin awoke; he was scrunched up in the chair he had fallen asleep in. With a great deal of grunting and stretching he managed to unfurl his body from the cushions.
"Where are they?" He was sure he had a wife and lover (or at least a part share in one).
Stumbling upstairs like a drunken Quasimodo, he entered his bedroom. There in his bed were his naked wife and her equally naked lesbian lover. He got a little thrill from thinking of them that way. They were spooned up to each other his wife was at the back.
Quietly he stripped and climbed carefully into bed with the two nudes. He did not want to wake them he just wanted to bask in the glory of it all.
Irene automatically reached out to him and snuggled her head on his chest, her hand lay across his groin. The sun was coming up and the room was quite light. He lifted the cover and looked at Irenes naked form. She really did have a very fit body for a woman of fifty-five. Her bush was a sexy novelty to him but he thought her nipples were perfection. Casually he cupped her right breast; his wife was actually cupping the other one.
Once again his cock had hardened, but he was not about to use it, he wanted to save it for Paula later on that morning.
"What is work going to be like?" He asked himself. Now he had two lovers at the office. Trouble was Irene obviously did not like Paula and Paula only knew half of the story regarding Irene. "Anyway Paula's off today, so it won't be a problem until Tuesday." He thought.
He reached across to his bedside table and picked up his camera, he wanted to see how much of the previous afternoon he had recorded. He watched his wife licking cunt and being licked; he saw himself fucking Irene while Elaine looked on, he saw Irene guiding him into his wifes bum; the camera stopped before his orgasm. He held in his hands a record of the most exciting sex either he or Elaine had ever indulged in. "Wow", came to mind.
Gavin dozed for a while before the alarm finally woke all three of them. It was about 6:30am. Elaine and Gavin both kissed Irene good morning and then each other. Then they packed Irene off to the spare room in time for the invasion of their bedroom by their two daughters.
After breakfast Irene announced that she had lost her car key, they all spent a while looking for it, eventually it was decided that Gavin would leave for work dropping the kids off at school on the way. Irene and Elaine would continue to search; Irene would follow to work later.
Once Gavin had left Irene and Elaine sat and had another cup of coffee. The key thing had been a ruse allowing Irene to stay after Gavin had left it was also a good excuse to get her son to come to the house.
"Robert," Irene said to the telephone, "I've lost my car key, could you get the spare from the kitchen drawer then get a taxi and bring it to me?"
She gave him the address. Robert had never visited this house; indeed, he had never met Elaine. "He'll be here in about an hour," she told Elaine.
Elaine was getting nervous. The last time she had tried to seduce an eighteen year old she had been eighteen herself. "What shall I say to him? What should I wear?" She was actually more afraid of failure than of making a fool of herself.
"Unless young boys have changed since my day," said Irene. "I would go for the obvious." She lifted her skirt to demonstrate her silky red knickers and stocking covered thighs.
"You look more ready for this than me," laughed Elaine. "OK. Come and help me get dressed."
Back in the bedroom Elaine selected her deep purple corset with matching knickers and black stockings. It was the only overtly sexy underwear that she owned and it had hardly ever been worn.
"I don't know what that will do for my son, but it's certainly making me wet." Irene joked.
"OK. Here's the story; Gavin and Elaine have gone to work. You've gone for a walk to clear your head. I'm the neighbour... Mrs Robinson... looking after the house for a while," suggested Elaine. She liked the fact that Robert would have no idea who she really was.
"Sounds OK. Look; I better make myself scarce he'll be here in a minute. I'll hide in the garden for a while. When should I comeback from my pretend walk?"
"How long should it take to get a rise from a teenage boy?"
"About five seconds. I'll give you an hour?"
"OK but no more. If he turns out to be straight then I don't want to let things go too far."
Irene made to leave by the back door, Irene hugged Elaine and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Elaine, I really appreciate this and don't worry Gavin will never know. If you wanted to go all the way I wouldn't blame you, Robert is a very good looking boy." She closed the door behind her and went to sit on a garden seat which; due to a large bush, was not visible from the house.
Elaine had not even considered what Robert might look like. She had no intention of going all or even part of the way. She should be able to ascertain his sexuality without too much contact.
There was a knock at the door. Her heart began to pound. She gathered herself and went to open it.
Robert stood on the doorstep his mothers car key in his hand. A taxi was just pulling away from the drive. A middle-aged woman dressed in a black flouncey negligee, which failed to cover her heaving corseted bosom, opened the door. Her short stocking clad legs were topped off by little black feathery slippers.
"Hi, I've brought this key for my mother, is she here?"
"Hello, you must be Robert. I'm... Mrs Robinson, I live next door. I was just looking after the house while they were all out. Please come in." Elaine stood to one side of the doorway. Robert was forced to brush against her sizeable bosom as he entered the house.
"Your mother won't be long, she's just gone for a little walk, she thinks she may have lost her key outside. So you and I have a few minutes to get acquainted. Would you like a drink?"
"Thanks, coffee would be good." Robert replied, and sat at on a stool beside a kitchen worktop.
Elaine purposefully brushed against him whilst retrieving some cups then leant over to get a jar of coffee giving him first an eyeful of cleavage and then a perfect view of her scantily clad buttocks as she retrieved the milk from the fridge.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Robert?" She hoped it sounded like idle gossip.
"Not at the moment Mrs. Robinson."
"A good looking boy like you should have a girlfriend. I bet you have to fight them off."
She presented him with a cup of coffee, which she then proceeded to spill on the counter. The hot liquid splashed onto the floor and onto his trousers.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Here let me help you."
Elaine grabbed a cloth, knelt down and began to wipe hurriedly at his crotch.
Up to that point Elaine had been playing a game, she had hardly even looked at Robert, now it suddenly dawned on her that she was wiping a cloth across the very large and hard bulge in an eighteen year old boys trousers.
She stopped rubbing, her hand resting on the covered shaft of his penis, her face, just a few inches from it. She realised Robert was very quiet. She could hear him breathing deeply. She raised her head to look at him. His eyes were closed.
