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This story contains words of a sexual nature and should not be read 
by juveniles.  If this means you, go away and read something else; 
you shouldn't be here anyway.  This is a work of fiction and in no 
way portrays real life - if you can't hack that, go lie down in a 
dark room; the bad feelings will go away. 
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Revelations 
By Sven the Elder (sventheelder@hotmail.com)
Copyright March '98

"Sven dear," Pam called out, "you haven't forgotten that you're going 
over to see Francis later on?"

"No.  What was it you said she wanted?" I responded.

"I'm not sure.  She did say to wear some old clothes and take your 
tools with you.  It's probably that job you said you would look at in 
the kitchen," Pam replied.

I grumbled inwardly, although I liked being in Fran's company.  Who 
wouldn't?  She had been widowed nearly thirteen years before and had 
never remarried.  Her children were grown up and, though they still 
lived at home, both led their own lives.  Her daughter, Anita, taller 
than her mother, was stunning and had a brilliant brain.  She was 
finishing a University course in Astrophysics or something.  Frank, 
her son, was not so academically gifted, but was making his way as a 
golf professional, a good one as well.

Fran was a bubbly natural blonde, with a sound head on her shoulders.  
When Tim, her late husband, had contracted cancer, she had been a 
pillar of strength.  I had never seen her resolve waver, even though 
Pam had once told me that she had had her black moments.  Pam and 
Francis had met through our children; hers were the same age as our 
own two boys.  The friendship had lasted ever since.

Even now, nearing fifty, Fran was a very attractive woman.  She had 
taken care of herself, never letting her standards slip.  She was 
always very friendly to me.  Hugs and kisses were the order of the 
day.  Like Pam, she was a tactile person; she would put her hand on 
your arm when she talked to you, or brush your face gently if she 
kissed you.  Lovely, natural, with a body to die for.  For a long 
time after Tim's death they had lived a few doors up the road, but  
eventually Francis decided that she needed to move, to get away from 
Tim's shadow.  Her brother was a financier and he had made sure that 
the payments following Tim's death had been wisely invested.  Francis 
did not need to work, but she did.  She was an office manager at a 
large local Law Practice.  Having started there as a receptionist, 
it was a measure of her own capabilities that she had been promoted 
and now had a staff of seven working for her.

She had moved into a new house about twelve miles away, and as I 
neared the house I reflected that I no longer had an excuse to drop 
by as before.  I wondered why she had asked me to come by now.  Frank 
normally looked after things round the house; perhaps he was away.  I 
backed the car into the drive and got out.  As I turned, Fran was 
already coming out to greet me.

"Hi, Sven.  Nice to see you.  Good of you to come on your day off.  
I don't know if Pam told you, but this is one thing that Frank could
not manage."  Fran bubbled as usual as she busied round me.  Then as 
we got into the sanctuary of the hallway and shut the front door, she 
put her arms round me and gave me a great kiss as a welcome.  None of 
the halfhearted 'air kisses' that seem to have become so popular; this 
was a full-blooded smacker, mouth to mouth, and, to my surprise, just 
the merest hint of tongue.  Jeez, she had never done that before!  In
addition, following the pressure of the hug, I was almost certain that 
she wasn't wearing a bra.  Inwardly I shook my head and told myself 
not to be so silly.

I followed her into the kitchen, trying to ignore the wonderful bottom 
in front of me.  If she had the usual effect on me, I would be half 
hard for the next hour or so.  It could become quite uncomfortable. 
Once I had even had to use her bathroom and take care of myself.  The 
only reason that I had never tried to hit on her in the past was that, 
well, it would have seemed almost like incest.  Damn!  Fran was like a 
sister almost.

Fran turned and said, "Go and sit down in the living room.  I'll just 
pour the coffee and be in in a second."  I welcomed the respite to my 
senses and went in to the empty room.

Fran called from the kitchen, "Make yourself at home, 'Nita's gone to 
a special weekend school, and Frank's at a competition down in the 
West country.  That's why I asked Pam to lend you to me."

"Ok," I said, as she came in with the tray.  "What was it you wanted 
me to do?"

She bent forward and put the tray on the table, and my libido moved 
up a notch to the next state of readiness.  Fran was definitely not 
wearing a bra.  As I took in the view of her cleavage through her 
blouse, her dark nipples were aroused and plainly evident.  I started 
trying to think of something, anything, to take my mind away from a 
rapidly burgeoning and uncomfortable erection that was getting beyond 
control.  Fran, appearing not to notice, was chattering about Anita's 
latest boyfriend.  I crossed my legs and tried to calm myself as I 
lifted my coffee and took a sip.  This situation was getting beyond 
my grasp very rapidly.

Fran seemed not at all concerned as she sat down opposite me.  Looking 
straight at me, she leaned forward to get her coffee from the table. 
As she did so she parted her knees and I was treated to the view, 
the very plain view, of blonde and pink pussy.  I choked on the sip of 
coffee I had just taken.

As I spluttered and tried to remain calm Fran came across laughing, 
using the serviette to mop me down.  "Oh, yes!" she said, "What have 
we here?"

I almost came in my pants as she squeezed my penis through my jeans.  
"Christ, Fran, what are you doing?" I said.  "I'm trying to be a 
gentleman, and you're making it very hard."

As soon as I had realised what I had said I could feel myself blushing 
deep scarlet.  I knew the situation had got out of control, totally.  
Fran giggled, squeezed me again, and said, "Right, first time.  Did 
Pam not tell you what I wanted to borrow?"

"No," I said, trying desperately to ignore the hand still stroking me. 
"Pam, Pam..." I gave up.

"I know,"said Fran.  "Pam always told you not to hit on me.  Pam 
wouldn't let you.  Pam is not this way inclined.  Pam is very staid...

"Sven, Pam is none of these things.  Last time we went out and had a 
meal together, we decided that we needed to get out of a rut, both of 
us.  This is part of it.  Last time Pam was over here she had a full-
body massage.  I lent her my masseur and went out for the afternoon.  
Did she tell you that?"

"Nn-no!" I managed to stutter.

"OK - she'll tell you about that later.  That is also part of it."

As Fran had been talking, she had taken my coffee mug from me, put it 
on the table, pushed me gently back in the settee, and undone my belt 
and jeans.  I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an 
approaching car, or under the gaze of a ferret.  I felt powerless to 
stop what was happening.  Fran eased my penis out of shorts and into 
her mouth.  She pulled back the foreskin gently then licked and kissed 
the head.  My groan of pleasure seemed to bring her back to earth.

"Come on," she said, gently pulling on me; then, as I stood up, she 
led me upstairs, still holding my penis.  I followed, trying to 
recover some, any, vestiges of dignity while still clutching at my 
jeans and trying to follow her.

She pulled me into her boudoir and, letting go of my aching erection, 
she kissed me full on the mouth, burying her tongue in me as deeply 
as she could.  We came up for air and she looked straight into my eyes 
and said, "I have wanted to take you to bed for a long time now.  Now 
I've sorted Pam out, it's cleared the way."

"Sorted Pam ou--?" I started to say, but she hushed me by kissing me 
again and starting to undo my shirt.

As we broke for breath again, Fran said, "Yeah, Pam knows what we're 
doing; she'll tell you the other half of this tale later.  Now are you 
going to join in, or am I going to have to do this all on my own?"

As she was now peeling my shirt off, I thought 'Oh, to hell with it' 
and stopped trying to pretend I wasn't enjoying myself.  Fran ran her 
fingernails across my nipples and was almost purring at me now.  I 
undid her blouse and slid it off her shoulders.  She shrugged it off, 
and, catching it, put it on her dressing table stool.  I closed in 
behind her and, putting my arms around her, cupped her breasts gently, 
rubbing her erect nipples.  She covered my hands and pulled them 
tighter to her, pushing back against me.  I took a step back to steady 
myself and, getting my feet tangled in my trousers, overbalanced 
backwards onto her bed.  As I fell, I held her to me.  She twisted and 
kissed me again as I undid her skirt snap and slid it down over that 
wonderful ass.  She wriggled out of it, then stood up to put that down 
neatly as well.

"These are in the way," Fran said and, grabbing my shoes, took them 
off and followed them with my jeans and shorts.

As I sprung free she gave a little sigh of pleasure and once again 
held me, this time in both hands.  Her hands, cool against my heat, 
felt exquisite.  I felt my erection tighten and get even bigger as 
she gently licked the dew drop from the end.  Fran may have been 
widowed for well over a decade, but she had forgotten nothing in how 
to arouse a man.  She kissed her way down to my left knee and then 
back up the inside of my thigh to my balls.  She slipped her mouth 
round my whole sac and gently sucked me in.  I felt as if I had died 
and gone to heaven. Then she licked her way down my thigh to the other 
knee.  Breaking off what she was doing she kissed the base of the 
underside of my penis, then gently licked all the way to the tip, 
somehow sliding my foreskin up and down as she did so.  The intensity 
of feeling almost hurt as she slipped her mouth over and sucked my 
glans like a lollipop.  I heard a moan as she slurped gently and, 
realising it was me, I put my hands gently on her head and eased her 
away.

"Now,' I said, " I want to be inside you now."

She slurped me one last time and left her saliva on me to so as to 
be able to ease onto me.  Straddling me and holding my arms down with 
both hands, she looked down and entrapped me with her lower lips; 
then, with her eyes closed in the ecstasy of the moment, she slid 
slowly down and onto me.

"Oh, God, I'm coming already!" she said, starting to twitch violently 
in orgasm.

I bucked my hips once, twice, and the dam broke as I arched my back, 
forcing myself up into her in a long spasm of pleasure.  I held her 
to me, pulling hard on that beautiful ass as I poured a torrent of 
semen deep inside her.  We fell back onto the bed, her bed, and she 
clung to me as we came down from somewhere high beyond the blue moon 
that must surely be in the sky.

We lay together, breathing like marathon runners at the end of the 
race, and slowly came back to earth.  I slipped out of her as I 
shrank back to a more normal size, and she whimpered gently in loss 
as I did so.  She slipped free of my arms and went down and, taking 
me in her lips, cleaned our juices off.  I turned sideways and pulled 
her blonde mons towards me and returned the favour.  Sweet and sour, 
our combined taste was an aphrodisiac to us both.  The whimper turned 
into moans of pleasure as I licked.

I half-opened my eyes and realised that there was a naked pair of legs 
standing at the bed edge.  I jumped in shock at Pam's voice saying, 
"Hello, am I forgiven yet?"

Fran hardly moved from finishing licking me clean, but I could tell 
she was laughing.  Finally she gave up and laughed out loud.  "No, 
dear Pam, I haven't told him yet, I thought it would be more fun if 
I could watch his face when you told him."

"Excuse me," I said, "Tell me what?  In fact, what the hell's going 
on here?  I feel ganged up on."

Fran laughed again.  "Well, to a degree, that's true, and I have to 
admit it's my fault.  You see..."

Pam stopped Fran from speaking by putting her hand on her arm.  Before 
she could speak, I said, "How long have you been here?"

"Oh, dear Sven, long enough to see that beautiful climax you both just 
had; long enough before that to quietly get undressed and then watch, 
waiting for a point where I could join in."

"Pam," I said, "What happened to the repressed desires?  What happened 
to Pam-the-prude-of-this-parish?"  I was still trying to come to terms 
with the changes that appeared to have occurred overnight, changes 
that I had tried to bring about over twenty five years of married 
life, changes that apparently had eluded me until about three minutes 
ago.  I was shaken rigid.

"Wait," said Fran, "I've got some wine downstairs.  Wait for me Pam, 
I'll get it and be right back."  

I held my hands out and Pam came toward me, very naked and rather 
self-consciously, and sat on the edge of the bed.  I pulled a pillow 
up and leaned back against the headboard.  At least Fran kept the 
heating at a decent level.  A moment later Fran, appeared with a 
bottle of wine and some glasses and poured us one each.  "Now," she 
said, "Fire away Pam."

Without looking at me, Pam took a sip from her wine, and then, with 
a little shake of her head that I knew so well, looked at me and 
started.

"Well, love, you know a couple of months ago I was very tensed up and 
had a stiff neck and shoulders?"  I nodded; it had seemed to go away 
quite quickly of its own accord.  "Fran suggested that I book an 
appointment with her visiting masseur.  She told me he was very good 
and would sort me out in no time.  In fact, she went a step further 
than that.  The next thing I knew, she had booked him here - she told 
me it would be easier - and had given me a short course with him as a 
birthday treat."

Fran looked up and said, "Well, I didn't know what to get you Pam, 
so I thought it would be a change."

"Oh, it was that!" said Pam, "You didn't tell me it was a full-body 
massage.  Huh!"  She laughed, "I should have guessed, I suppose.  
Anyway, I got here, and Fran told me that she had to go out for a 
couple of hours, and that nobody was due in and that we wouldn't be 
disturbed.  Just after she had gone, a car pulled up and a nice-
looking man in his early thirties got out.  I opened the door for 
him and he asked if I was 'Pam.'  I told him yes, and he said, 'Ah, 
good; I'm Ben.  If it's all right with you I prefer to use first 
names; I find it easier.'  I nodded to him and he said he would just 
bring in some things from the car.

"When he came back, he had a low folding table with him and some 
kneeling pads.  He explained that he preferred to work at a lower 
level rather than on a high table; there was less movement in the 
table, which meant that his clients were less anxious.  As he set 
himself up, he gave me a towelling bathrobe and asked me to get 
changed.  He also asked if I had any objection to being totally naked.  
I suppose that's when I sort of crossed my Rubicon, because I took a 
deep breath and before I could answer he said 'It's rather easier to 
maintain the flow of the massage, and I see the house is nice and 
warm.  Overall it enables me to do a better job.'  So I said Ok.

"As he set things up in the spare room, I used Fran's room, as she 
had told me to, and got undressed.  It felt odd, I have to say.  I 
put the towelling gown on, thinking to myself that, outside of the 
medical profession, no-one but you, Sven, has ever seen me totally 
naked." 

As Fran and I listened, Pam went on, "I tried not to shake as I went 
back in and watched him finish getting ready.  He had a special sort 
of small bath with hot water, and he was using it to heat the oils he 
was going to use.  Ben smiled at me as I came back in and said, 'I'll 
be ready in a moment, don't worry.'  Then he added, 'The house is a 
little warm, and as I do this I get quite hot, so if you have no 
objection I'll just wear shorts as I work.'  What could I say?  I 
agreed that it would not be a problem.

"Ben then said, 'Ok, I would like you to lay on your front, and I'll 
start there.  Francis has booked a full-body massage for you, so it 
will be quite comprehensive; I'll be taking about an hour.  I have 
some gentle music I shall put on in the background.  Is there anything 
you're not comfortable with, anything you would rather than I didn't 
do?'  Well, love, I didn't know what he was going to do anyway, so I 
just said 'No.'"

Pam took a sip of her wine and then continued as Fran and I listened, 
enthralled.  

"He asked me take off the dressing gown and lie down, but he turned 
away so as not to embarrass me.  Then, when I was lying down, he 
carefully covered my butt with a nice fluffy bath towel.  He poured 
a little oil into his hands and started in at my shoulder blades, 
working slowly down my back.  Then without letting go of me he moved 
around so that he could work on my legs.  It was great; he found knots 
and lumps of muscle in my calves that I didn't know I had.  Then he 
moved up around me to my knees and onto my thighs.  His fingers were 
wonderfully strong and soft, all at the same time.  As he moved up, I 
eased my legs open so he could work higher on the inside.  I thought 
'Oh, he's getting an eyeful!' but then thought as well that he must 
have seen it all before.  In any case, it was too late now."

Fran laughed and said, "You know, Pam, I thought much the same my 
first time as well."

Pam gave me a shy sideways glance and said, "I hope you're not upset, 
dear?"

I nodded and said, "No, why should I be?"

Pam glanced again and said, "I haven't finished yet.  He worked his 
hands up either side of my thigh, right to the top, right up to my 
pussy lips.  In fact, he brushed them with the back of his fingers.  
It was like an electric shock.  The trouble was that I was getting 
aroused, and it was lovely; it was just an extension of what he was 
doing.  I think I may have moaned a little; I certainly gave him more 
room.  At that point, Ben asked if I was OK and still comfortable.  
I must admit, I said yes.  I wanted him to continue.  However, he 
moved back to my feet and started on the other leg. 

"This time, as he got to the top, he made no pretense; my pussy was 
included in the massage.  I was dripping wet, and his fingers caressed 
me inside and out.  I had guessed by this time what a full-body 
massage was probably going to include, and it was great.  I wanted it 
to happen.  Does that shock you, my love?"

I smiled and leaned across to kiss her gently.  "Pam, after what Fran 
and I were doing when you walked in, I can't say very much, can I?  
In any case, he's voting for the case."  They both laughed as I nodded 
towards my penis, now very hard again and passing his vote by pointing 
somewhere in the direction of the ceiling.

Fran laughed that rich deep laugh again and said, "All part of the 
plan, I'm afraid, Sven.  By the way, Pam, I haven't given him back to 
you yet; I might still have a use or two, if you have no objection."  
My wife nodded and then carried on.

"I was at the boiling point now, pushing back against his fingers.  My 
God, but did he know how to wind me up!  Finally release came.  It was 
so intense I think I actually blacked out for a moment.  I came round 
to find that Ben had lifted my hips and put a cushion underneath my 
tummy and was licking and eating me, drinking my juices.  All thoughts 
of massage or of decency gone now, I rolled over to give him better 
access and realised he had stripped his shorts off.  His cock was hard 
and ready and I wanted it as deep in me as he could get it."

At this point I was almost dribbling with desire, sitting naked as I 
was with two attractive nude women with me.  Almost absentmindedly 
Pam had slipped a finger inside herself and was gently keeping up a 
rhythm with it.  Fran was massaging a nipple with one hand and her 
clit with the other.  The smell of sex and the air of sexual tension 
was more than I had ever been aware of.

Fran groaned and leaned forward to start sucking the end of my penis 
again and then moved up.  Straddling me, she lowered herself gently 
onto me, coming to rest with me deep inside.  Pam leaned forward and 
kissed me gently and then continued.  

"Ben stopped and looked at me, and I said 'Yes', to that unspoken 
question.  He eased himself forward and then slipped in and all the 
way home in one relentless movement.  He started fucking me gently, 
and I started to come almost right away.  It was frightening in its 
intensity and I could hear myself begging him to 'fuck me, fuck me, 
fuck me.'  It was a chant in time to his movement.  Then he leaned 
forward and bit the end of my nipple gently.  I just exploded totally 
at the same time that I felt him arch his back and stretch deep 
inside me."

As Pam spoke, Fran had been contracting her muscles on me, and then, 
in time with Pam's retelling of the events, she moved up and down on 
me, and we both exploded in our own, incredible, breathtaking orgasm 
of fire and ice.  As we collapsed in a heap, both of us reached out 
and pulled Pam into and alongside us, as we literally throbbed in the 
tension of the moment.

Slowly we returned from that incredible high, and both Fran and I 
kissed Pam's tears of passion, fear and joy away.  Passion in watching 
Fan and I; fear, now gone past, of what I might think; and joy for the 
pleasure of the moment.  

Fran went on kissing Pam's breasts and caressing her gently, and I 
kissed my way to her beautiful nether lips.  I could feel Pam shudder 
as I fastened my mouth over her opening and then ran my tongue round 
before sucking gently on her 'little man.'  It quivered against me as 
she came again, sudden and hard in intensity.

Rather later, we washed and tidied ourselves up, bade farewell to a 
still grinning Fran, and drove home in our respective cars.  When we 
got home, I kissed Pam and, in response to her anxious question, 
reassured her that all was well and no harm was done.  What we had 
spoken about and agreed in the past, about the possible broadening of 
our relationship, had now moved to the next phase.  Pam smiled at me 
and giggled a little.  "I'm glad you approve," she said.  "While you 
were putting the cars away, Fran phoned to say that she's booked a 
massage for you with Ben tomorrow evening.  We're going to remain 
discretely out of sight and watch the action."

For once I was speechless, totally gobsmacked.  When we've recovered 
a bit more, the rest of tonight promises to be interesting; but 
tomorrow...


The End

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