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Mature Student
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Two Europeans move to Canada and create a lovely 
lifestyle. Yet James cannot stop imagining his wife 
with someone else. Then one day, whilst he is 
unavoidably detained away on business, things begin to 
evolve. (MF, reluc, wife, swing)

***

Prologue

Life, as always, was very busy for James. He sat in the 
airport departure lounge with his book and laptop 
awaiting his flight to be called. More business 
meetings meant he was not able to spend as much time 
with his wife, Elva, as he would have liked. James 
smiled wryly to himself as he reflected on the events 
of the previous few months. Wintertime in Canada was 
always bitterly cold and although the snow was scenic, 
it impeded on normal life as he might have known it.

Back in his native Scotland, James was used to cold 
weather and snow but never on this sort of scale. 
Weather like this back home would have brought the 
entire nation to a stand still yet here in Canada, it 
was the norm and everyone was geared up for it, readily 
prepared and people adapted to the environment like the 
British did during the blitz.

It wasn't the weather, however, that had made James 
smile to himself, however, and it was the thought of 
recent developments in his home life. James had been 
away on business a lot recently and had been 
inadvertently neglecting Elva. By pure accident, she 
had joined a local organisation as a way of meeting 
people and having some company whilst James was away 
and would soon find her self involved with a prurient 
group.

The airport tannoy system announced a delayed inbound 
flight which echoed around the departure lounge but 
James was oblivious to the sound, his body firmly 
rooted to his seat but his mind could have been 
millions of light years away as his mind churned over 
and over the stories and images of his fantasies, to 
see Elva being fucked by another man, maybe more whilst 
he stood and watched. His imagination often assumed he 
would join in and add to his wife's pleasure.

James adjusted his seating position, aware of his 
increasing hardness of his own member as his mind 
recalled how his fantasies had begun and how Elva had 
been dismissive. Little did they know of what the 
coming weeks would produce and how it would change 
their lives for ever.

Elva had been left at home whilst James travelled away 
on yet another business meeting. He was working on a 
major project and had to meet with clients, suppliers 
and contractors to secure the necessary to seal the 
deal. The enormity was immense; the largest project 
James' firm had ever had and had delegated James to 
manage the project. An increase in salary and the 
potential large bonus was incentive enough but at a 
price and that was Elva. 

As always, Elva was very supportive and although 
reluctant, she could see the end result and agreed to 
James taking on the role. Consequently, she was left at 
home for periods of time whilst James travelled to the 
far flung corners of the empire. She had her own 
network of friends and enjoyed some dinner parties and 
trips out the theatre with work colleagues but it was 
never quite the same as going out as a couple and she 
missed James. They had been married a long time and had 
been happy together. 

As they grew older together, they both showed signs of 
ageing yet time had been incredibly kind to Elva. Being 
a non smoker had helped her skin remain fresh and young 
looking and her shape belied her age. Her attractive 
figure and pretty smile, accentuated by her clear blue 
eyes, would have been enough to turn any guys head of 
any age and she frequently attracted attention from 
guys much younger than her.

It was this attention that first got James thinking 
about the whole wife sharing scene. He wondered what it 
would be like to see his beloved wife with another man, 
giving the stranger everything; not only giving, but 
receiving pleasure in return, maybe learning something 
new that they had not tried. James had suggested the 
idea many years earlier and Elva had responded by 
asking what else she could learn. James had to think as 
they had tried virtually everything in the book over 
the years and there couldn't be much left to try. James 
tried to stand his ground but was loosing the battle 
and dropped the subject for a while.

Every so often, however, he would broach the subject 
again, testing the water to see if Elva would be ready 
to indulge, just once, to satisfy his curiosity and 
feed his fantasy. For James was aroused by the thought 
of his wife indulging in sexual activity with another 
guy and he knew he was not alone. 

Across the globe, swinging was becoming more and more 
acceptable and provided the individuals acted 
responsibly, using the necessary protection and abiding 
by the wishes of the other if they declined to indulge, 
it was a select group to be involved with. The 
etiquette was the key to the success of swinging and 
all who indulged would abide by the unwritten rules. 
There were no tantrums or arguments; it was very civil 
and gentlemanly. It was like being in some elite club, 
like being a free mason or something and many of the 
members were upstanding members of the community like 
bank managers, lawyers and so on.

Yet with that element of respectability was also a fear 
of sleaze, of appearing cheap and filthy, perverted 
almost and it had been the latter images that had 
repulsed Elva at first. Yes, she was sensual and had 
often wondered what it might have been like to have 
played the field a little more, yet she was happy with 
James. Content as she felt she could ever be, she was 
still deeply in love with James and despite his 
feelings being reciprocal, she still felt neglected. 

Oh, it wasn't James being difficult or trying to cope 
with a mid-life crisis, it was only his career. James 
was nothing less than totally professional and always 
took his job seriously. He had to; it paid well and 
financed their lifestyle. They both loved to ski in the 
copious amounts of winter snow and overseas travel was 
also something they enjoyed. They both still have 
family back in Europe and would get back to visit them 
whenever time permitted. 

But all of this did not stop Elva feeling empty and 
sad. The long, cold nights could be lonely when James 
was thousands of miles away, often on a different 
continent discussing business and living out of a 
suitcase. James and Elva had a great love life and 
despite many people of their age beginning to slow down 
a bit, they were both very fit and very active, not 
least in bed.

It was on the coldest and darkest of these winter 
nights that Elva felt so lonely. She was safe in her 
own home so her fears were not of being attacked by 
intruders or the like; it was more that she needed some 
physical love. A cuddle was becoming a very rare 
commodity and although she had no intention of shopping 
around for alternative lovers, it would be the 
sensation of closeness that would eventually change her 
mind. 

James had been away for weeks at a time and despite his 
return for weekends, his jet-lag had made him almost 
like some zombie. He tried in vain to hold a 
conversation with Elva yet his body betrayed him and he 
was asleep again in no time at all. Within hours, it 
was time to leave for the airport again for another 
weeks worth of business negotiations across the globe. 
Elva had almost wept as the cab pulled away from the 
kerb. She watched from the bedroom window as the red 
tail lights disappeared slowly from view taking the 
love of her life with them. She knew James would return 
soon and in just a few short weeks, he would be back 
for good. But that didn't help her right now. 

She shuffled to the bathroom, switching on the light 
and examining her reflection in the mirror. She smiled 
and as she did so, she noticed the slight lines in her 
face. It was impossible to completely stop the ageing 
process and Elva was mighty glad that the lines she 
displayed were laugh lines. She shuddered involuntarily 
as she considered the alternative of crow's feet that 
would have made her face look glum, like some miserable 
blood hound! Her life had not been without trauma but, 
all things considered, life had not been that bad to 
her. James had been responsible for putting a smile 
back on her face, telling her that no one could be 
prettier than her when she smiled!

It reminded her that James had always told her there 
was no one in the world prettier than her when she 
smiled. James had always been a charmer and it had been 
his light hearted manner (and rugged good looks) that 
had attracted her in the first place. Memories of their 
first meeting, their first kiss and their first night 
together replayed in her mind like some trailer at the 
beginning of some TV drama show. "Previously in your 
life..." Elva pondered the strap line at the bottom of 
the screen as the memories continued to flood in, the 
day they got married, the day they moved into their 
current house, their first night apart due to business 
commitments... the memories from when she met James 
continued to flow.

"Silly woman!" she chastised herself out loud, despite 
the fact there was no one else to hear her. She often 
talked out loud when she was on her own, it seemed to 
give her some self confidence and made the house feel 
less empty. God, she missed James already and his cab 
was hardly two blocks away!!!

Elva made her way back to the bedroom and sat on the 
bed. She sat back and half closed her eyes but from her 
peripheral vision, she noticed a small business card 
from the pages of her book. She had been given the card 
last week by a mutual friend who had invited Elva to a 
dinner party this week and Elva had been using the card 
as a book mark. She opened the book and examined the 
card. "Pure" it read and had her friends name and cell 
phone number, together with an email address and 
website details. Elva turned the card over in her 
hands, her mind elsewhere temporarily.

She had known this friend for many years, her and her 
husband were pillars of the community. He was a Doctor 
working for a major pharmaceutical company and she had 
a string of small business ventures. Suffice to say, 
they always had a new car every few months and lived 
very well. They also donated time and money to local 
charity events and were instrumental in raising funds 
for local hospices and other good causes.

Trish had invited Elva over for a dinner party where 
she was entertaining several other people. Elva did not 
always feel comfortable in Trish's presence as they 
were in a different league completely from her and 
James. Not that Elva and James were poor, but Trish was 
as far removed as was possible from Elva's lifestyle. 
Trish would mix with mayors and high ranking 
politicians where Elva was more into mixing with locals 
from her church and those that shared similar 
interests.

Elva had been a little surprised to get the invitation 
but had been reluctant to accept the invitation. Yet 
she felt so lonely right now, she was having trouble 
finding a reason to refuse. She had some new outfits 
James had brought her back from his recent business 
trips and she'd not had the opportunity to wear them 
yet. She had no other commitments that night and James 
would call her earlier in the day due to time zones so 
she would not be missing his phone calls.

She smiled to herself at the thought of having some 
company that evening and made a mental note to book the 
cab early. The weather might put off many people from 
driving so there could be high demand, she reasoned 
with herself. Yes, tonight she was going to enjoy.


The dinner party

Trish had outdone herself, even by her own standards. 
She had invited somewhere in excess of twenty five 
guests and her enormous dining room dwarfed Elva's 
humble facilities. People, several of which attended as 
couples but others attended on their own, mingled with 
each other, quality French wine being distributed by 
waiting staff employed just for the evening.

Elva noticed a couple of faces she knew but the 
majority were strangers and initially, she felt uneasy. 
But the feeling of uncertainty was certainly more 
favourable than the feeling of loneliness and Elva 
began to unwind a little.

"You look a little lost" a voice said and Elva turned 
and found herself facing a smart, young guy with neatly 
trimmed hair and a clean shaven face. His bright blue 
eyes were almost hypnotic and Elva found herself 
momentarily lost for words.

"I'm Gerry" he announced, holding out his hand for her 
to shake. Elva reached out and felt his warm, firm 
handshake which she understood to be a sign of 
confidence.

"I'm Elva" she replied, noticing her breathing had 
increased in rate. Was she feeling embarrassed? She 
could feel her face becoming warm and she hoped she was 
not blushing. She might have expected this sort of 
reaction when she was a teenager but now she was a 
mature woman, this sort of thing didn't happen...did 
it?

"So, are you local then?" Gerry asked, unperturbed by 
any discomfort Elva felt. Gerry was used to people 
being cold to him and a tax inspector, he was used to 
more than just verbal abuse. 

Elva nodded. "Yes, not far," she muttered.

"Quite some turnout, wouldn't you say?" Gerry 
suggested, conversationally. Again, Elva nodded and 
sipped at her red wine which tasted like pure velvet on 
her tongue. She could tell the wine was more than the 
ten bucks a bottle stuff from the local liquor store. 
Somehow, Elva could tell it had been specially imported 
from the South of France and had been lovingly cared 
for on each leg of its long journey across the 
Atlantic. Being European, Elva appreciated the finer 
things in life, like good quality wine and she wondered 
about the cost. Each sip was probably more than her cab 
fare to the event tonight!

"Have you been to one of Trisha's parties before?" Elva 
asked, aware that Gerry could walk off at any minute to 
find a more talkative guest to engage with. Right now, 
any form of company was appreciated. She had told James 
on the phone that she was going out to a party and 
James had been keen that she went. 

Elva had felt pangs of guilt that she was out enjoying 
herself whilst James was thousands of miles away 
working on a project that could help them to have a 
more comfortable life style. James, however, was more 
than happy for her to go out and let her hair down, 
have some fun. He was to be away for another two and a 
half weeks and it would have been criminal for Elva to 
have been cooped up in the house on her own.

Gerry smiled broadly at Elva's question.

"You could say that!" he grinned mischievously, "But 
there's always one or two new people to get to know." 
With that, he gave her a sly wink and waved to one of 
the guests across the room. A polite wave and a smile 
back from the guy, a blown kiss from his female partner 
gave Elva the impression their relationship with Gerry 
went back quite some time. She would later discover the 
extent of that relationship.

A tinkle of cutlery against glass made the hubble of 
conversation dissolve and a red-coated butler announced 
"Please take your seats as dinner is about to be 
served." 

People politely made way for each other as they made 
their way to their places, each person having been 
allocated a spot denoted by a name plate on the table. 
An array of cutlery and glasses were spread before Elva 
who, luckily, had a reasonable idea of table etiquette. 
Outside, the Arctic wind may have been bitterly cold 
but with so many people crammed into one room, inside 
it was warm and cosy. 

The waiters began serving the first course whilst 
others filled wine glasses with a selection of fruity 
white wines and deep, rich burgundies. Conversation was 
polite and light hearted, some humorous anecdotes 
intertwined with some witty comments made for a relaxed 
and friendly atmosphere.

Elva was sat opposite Gerry who kept glancing at her 
and smiling. He had certainly taken a liking to Elva 
and she found herself becoming more and more self 
conscious. She knew it was stupid, she was no longer a 
kid and had been married for more years than she'd be 
prepared to confess to. Not that she was embarrassed or 
unhappy in her marriage, but ladies do not like 
revealing their ages after puberty until they become 
centenarians!!!

Elva tried to ignore the stolen glances from Gerry's 
direction and she tried to focus on the person speaking 
or the individuals either side of her. She found 
herself next to a lady called Kate (according to the 
name plate) who was married to the CEO of a large 
communications business with military contacts across 
the western world and with western allies. On the 
other, was a middle aged guy with manicured nails and 
designer spectacles, obviously of some wealth and 
upbringing, judging by his well spoken accent! 

Elva feared she would not be able to keep up with the 
conversation and it seemed everyone wore designer 
something or other. But she need not have worried as 
she was soon engaged in polite conversation with those 
around her. In fact, those around her were much more 
interested in Elva than she would have imagined. 
Everything from kids to hobbies to ex partners was 
discussed which all seemed most innocuous at the time.

Slowly, the conversation turned more risqué and 
conversations ensued around the skin protecting 
elements of male semen and how some scientists had 
claimed it was a better ageing cream than many of the 
proprietary brands available at the local drug store. 
Elva guessed it was nothing more than a bit of subtle 
teasing until one of the female guests stated that 
Trish's husband's semen was better that her own 
husband's semen. Elva put her hand to her mouth to 
suppress a gasp but everyone else around the table 
offered their opinion as to the validity of her claim 
or some risqué response to her flamboyant suggestion.

In fact, no one showed one little bit of surprise or 
remorse. Elva watched incredulously as Trish didn't 
even give her husband a dirty look. To the contrary, 
Trish began to agree with the woman who had made the 
claim. Thinking maybe she was imagining the situation, 
Elva reached for the glass of still water, thinking 
maybe the wine had affected her hearing or her 
rationale in some way. She even wondered if she should 
order some black coffee to see if it would sober her 
up, give her a caffeine boost to clear her mind a 
little.

Yet as the conversation returned back to more normal 
matters, there seemed to be a bit of a buzz in the 
atmosphere, almost as though the previous comments had 
triggered some secret signal. It was then that Elva 
noticed that no one was sitting next to their own 
partner. She caught Gerry smiling at her across the 
table and Elva rapidly reached for her glass of water 
again, hoping to hide behind it momentarily until her 
embarrassment had passed.

Conversation continued in a relaxed style, but Elva 
noticed hands on laps of the person sitting next to 
each other, nods of approval from their partners else 
where on the table indicating their actions were 
approved. 

What was this? Elva's mind struggled to understand the 
images that unravelled them selves in front of her.  
Was she seeing what she thought she was seeing? It was 
as though everyone was flirting with some one else in 
front of their own partners and in full view of dozens 
of other witnesses. But why? What the reason for the 
obvious indiscretions? One couple had even begun 
kissing. She knew that they were not a couple as she 
had seen the female arrive with a tall, black guy 
earlier that evening. Elva looked at the black guy who 
was, himself, engrossed in some necking of his own with 
not one, but two ladies, both a good twenty years his 
senior at the far end of the table.

Elva gulped involuntarily at the thought of what might 
be going on. How could they? Did they not love their 
own partner? And to make matters worse, there were at 
least three people she had been introduced to who were 
attorneys of law in the room. What was this, some sort 
of business creation scheme? 

Yet as much as she wanted to tear her eyes away from 
the scene of obscenity before her, Elva could not 
divert her gaze. It was as though she was temporarily 
paralysed, rooted to the spot by the vision before her. 
It was like some soft porn movie and Elva's heart raced 
in shock at the very thought of what was evolving 
before her eyes; or was her increased pulse rate down 
to excitement?

Her mind flitted back to the weekend previously. Elva 
and James had the house pretty much to them selves now 
the kids were away at Uni and virtually self 
sufficient. Elva recalled how James, despite his jet 
lag, had found time to give her a cuddle, his rough 
cheek against her smooth face, his firm but gentle 
hands caressing her shoulders as his lips searched for 
her neck. 

His warm, moist lips caressed her neck and the memory 
made her shudder with joy, a pre-curser to an orgasm 
almost, as she remembered how James had removed her 
clothes whilst they had embraced in the hallway. His 
urgency had resulted in her panties becoming ripped in 
the process but she had showed no resistance. She had 
missed him so much whilst he had been away and she 
hated the IT security field as it tended to take James 
away from her for too long. 

James had lifted Elva and carried her up the stairs, 
finding his way with some ease to their bedroom where 
he took no time to lower her gently onto the bed before 
removing his own clothes in so little time he was in 
danger of breaking the world record in stripping off, 
if one existed!

James had knelt on the bed in front of Elva, leaning 
forward so his lips could engage with hers. Their kiss 
was soft and gentle, his tongue penetrating her lips 
and entering her mouth, intertwining with her own 
tongue, exchanging saliva as they explored each other's 
mouths. Slowly, James reached his hand across Elva's 
naked body and cupped a breast. 

God, he had missed her every bit as much as she had 
missed him. Business trips were a God-dammed nuisance; 
they got in the way of their loving relationship. 
Savouring the moment, James continued to caress Elva's 
breast, feeling her nipple harden at his soft touch. He 
smiled to himself as he recalled how he had perfected 
his caress on Elva, enjoying feeling her arousal build 
almost as much as she did. 

Elva reciprocated, her hand reaching between them and 
clasping his firm tool, feeling his pulse race as she 
slowly moved her hand up and down his erection. James 
gasped for air, his excitement building. He had been 
good whilst he was away on business, mostly down to 
fatigue more than anything else, but there was a whole 
week's worth of spunk swishing around in his scrotum 
and he needed to expel the offending liquid, preferably 
inside his beautiful, loving wife. They had been 
married so long; one would have thought the novelty 
factor would have worn off by now. Yet both Elva and 
James had not reached that point yet. Their love was as 
fresh as it was when they first met, the honeymoon 
period extending way beyond the norm.

Elva remembered feeling the pulse of James' cock 
against her own labia as he teased her with his rod, 
sliding it across her clitoris a few times, making both 
of them gasp, before he put an end to their mutual 
frustration and entered her. James had ensured she was 
moist and ready for penetration, his lips licking at 
her love tunnel before using his cock to tease her. 

He had mounted Elva and she had willingly accepted his 
manhood, sighing deeply as it entered her and exhaling 
vigorously as James reached maximum penetration. Elva 
felt James' warm body against hers, his soft breath 
against her ear and his firm dick inside her pussy.

"I love you" she whispered to James as they made love.  
James thrust him self into her deeper and faster, 
building up a rhythm and as he pushed himself up on his 
forearms; he looked down and noticed how lovely Elva's 
tits looked as he fucked her, bouncing in rhythm to his 
thrusts. Both of their breathing became laboured as 
they built up to the crescendo, Elva raising her knees 
to allow deeper penetration, eventually wrapping her 
legs around her husband, drawing him deeper into her.

"I love you too" James responded. Elva continued to 
sigh deeply in his ear and she reached her hand down to 
his balls, tickling them as he screwed her. She had 
been every bit as eager to make love as James and they 
were both ready to pop quickly. Elva could feel her own 
climax building and she knew she was ready but she 
wanted James to come at the same moment. With expert 
fingers, she caressed his testicles whilst kissing the 
side of his face, thrusting her hips faster and harder 
before they both climaxed.

Elva felt herself becoming wetter and she had no idea 
if it was the recollection of her and James' intimacy 
or if it were down to the obvious flirting and 
cavorting of the other dinner guests with each other.

Furthermore, there were no barriers, be it age, colour 
or even gender as females flirted both ways. Elva had 
been aware of homosexuality and even bisexuality but 
had never really witnessed that sort of thing before. 
But as she watched ladies intimately kissing the guy 
next to her on one side before doing the same with 
another lady sat on the opposite side to her, Elva 
became uncomfortable. This was disgusting and she found 
it most offensive, but she could not figure out why she 
had not stood up and left yet. It was as though she was 
super-glued to her seat!

Elva tried to shake her head as though the action would 
reassemble her thoughts and enable her to take action, 
but something inside her psyche stopped her. Some inner 
power within her mind was over-ruling her rationale, as 
though she had to see the outcome. It was like watching 
a really bad movie, you know you want to leave the 
auditorium or switch channels yet you become engrossed 
in the action. 

Elva noticed the guy next to her was deep in 
conversation with the lady the other side of him, his 
dialogue not changing in tone or manner, despite the 
fact the other woman had unzipped his trousers and her 
hand was buried deep inside the guys pants, fondling 
his cock below the table. Elva watched as the woman 
withdrew her hand momentarily, the sparkle from the 
woman's wedding and eternity rings glistening like the 
chandelier above the dining table. 

From her peripheral vision, Elva noticed Gerry watching 
her like a hawk, his gaze fixed on her like some voyeur 
and his smile was intimidating. Elva feared if her own 
gaze was as obvious but no one else seemed to notice 
her, each person engrossed in their own flirting. Trish 
had stood up and began to mingle with her guests. She 
would lean down and kiss each visitor, the kiss not 
just a pleasant kiss on the cheek, but a deep, sensual 
kiss. The male guests would pat her bottom as she 
kissed them and one guy pulled her onto his lap as he 
kissed her, grabbing a handful of her tits as he did 
so. Elva gasped in shock to herself but no one else 
either noticed or cared that Trish was being sexually 
abused. Or was she?

Elva realised that Trish was almost encouraging her 
guests to be intimate with each other. Elva wanted to 
feel disgusted, after all how could anyone be so 
uncaring to their own partner like that? Was there 
insufficient love in their relationship? How could any 
one be so cold and harsh to their loved one?

But Elva found herself so engrossed in the action that 
played out before her that she felt herself blushing 
like some school girl. The scene was erotic as she had 
ever experienced, the idea of being so flirtatious had 
aroused something within her that she could not 
explain. Was there something deep within her own psyche 
that found this behaviour acceptable? Elva tried to 
avoid the question in her mind.

James had often talked about additional people in their 
relationship, albeit as one-off's and how it could add 
to their relationship, bringing them closer together, 
usually discussing this during their love making. Elva 
had never considered the idea, assuming it was just a 
phase that James was going through. The dirty talk had 
enhanced James' experience but it had little effect on 
Elva, her love for James complete and total, not 
needing anyone else in their relationship. They had 
their own family, children who were fully grown and at 
university and, for Elva, that had been enough. Or was 
it?

As she sat and watched, Elva became aware of her 
increasing wetness inside her own panties and her 
breathing had subtly increased in rate to keep pace 
with her racing pulse. 

It had not gone un-noticed, however, and Gerry was 
completely in tune with Elva. His grin broadened as he 
watched her, noticing her initial sense of being 
uncomfortable had changed to a sensation of excitement 
and arousal. It was not uncommon for those new to the 
scene to outwardly find the entire thing outrageous and 
revolting whilst, deep down within their own psyche, 
they were open to persuasion to join in. Gerry had 
witnessed that before dozens of times in previous new 
attendees to these soirées and over a period of time, 
most had succumbed and joined the clan of swingers. 

Those that continued to feel repulsed never returned 
but of those that found the experience of interest, the 
majority had dabbled. In fairness, some had tried it 
once or twice before realising it was not for them and, 
sadly, some of those relationships had dissolved but of 
those who regularly indulged, their relationships 
remained strong and had brought the partners closer 
together.

Gerry knew that by sharing your partner, it dispelled 
the need to fool around behind their backs and if all 
parties were willing, then it would keep their love 
strong. It was human nature to find other people 
attractive and by having sex with strangers, it was 
necessarily a crime but more of a consolidation. Most 
people have had sex before marriage and usually with 
more than one partner, and just because one gets 
married, it should not mean that spells the end of 
finding other people attractive. Provided the person 
you are married to loves you and you love them, then 
sex is nothing more than a human act like eating or 
sleeping. 

Gerry had experienced himself the feeling that by 
sharing your partner, it makes you appreciate them more 
when you get them back. It also limits the likelihood 
of them cheating on you as they would know they would 
be attending another event very soon. Gerry's own wife 
had experienced multiple partners in group sex 
sessions, some with black guys or guys much younger 
than her and, occasionally, even involving other women 
at the same time.

Gerry had enjoyed watching his own partner cavort, 
often finding no need for sex with any other partner as 
his pleasure would be derived from his own wife 
enjoying herself. That was not to say he hadn't 
indulged in a bit of rumpy-pumpy with other women, but 
it was the exception rather than the norm. He would 
rather watch and then let his wife relieve him after 
she had finished, often enjoying a portion of sloppy-
seconds.

As Gerry watched, he wondered if Elva would be as 
promiscuous as his own wife. In fact, Gerry was 
wondering if Elva would be happy to indulge with him 
and that worried him a little. He usually found himself 
more of a voyeur but right now, he would have given 
anything to have been intimate with Elva. Maybe his 
time would come.

Elva glanced up at Gerry and held eye contact a 
fraction of a moment too long, and Gerry smiled 
knowingly at her, raising his glass in silent toast to 
her before blowing her a subtle kiss across the table. 
Elva reddened like a beetroot and her swiftly averted 
her gaze away from Gerry but she knew she had been 
caught and that Gerry had a shrewd idea of her 
thoughts. She physically gulped and pangs of guilt ran 
through her veins, stabbing at her heart in the 
process, yet her damp feeling in her panties had not 
receded. Could it be she was ready to swing?


A chance meeting

Elva stirred her coffee slowly, the steam rising like a 
spectre from the dark liquid below but her unseeing 
eyes had visions of Gerry locked in her mind. She had 
not realised his attraction until now and like some 
soppy teenager, had become almost infatuated with the 
idea of Gerry and his lifestyle.

Elva recalled how she had left the dinner party early; 
giving the excuse she had to be up early next morning 
to receive a call from James who was on the other side 
of the globe in some strange time zone. The other 
guests had politely accepted her apologies and she had 
left, noticing that some of the guests had left the 
table and disappeared to a bedroom, she assumed, for 
some adult entertainment of their own making.

Even the thought of that had aroused her and she 
continued to stir her coffee, lost in her thoughts of 
uncertainty. If she hadn't known better, she would have 
thought it was just some perverse dream down to some 
hallucinogen from a food additive or something.

Elva had begun to doubt her undying devotion to James. 
She missed him so much when he was away on business and 
after arriving home from the dinner party, Elva had 
frigged herself off in the shower, imagining James' 
strong arms around her, his probing tongue teasing her 
sex, his firm erection penetrating her aching pussy 
whilst stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings 
in her ear. Yet her visions were completed by the idea 
that Gerry was stood there watching them, his handsome 
face smiling back at her and an enormous bulge from 
within his pants as James continued to make love to her 
naked body.

It was the suggestion from her mind of Gerry's presence 
that caused Elva to topple over the edge and she 
experienced one of the strongest orgasms she had had in 
many years. She had stood, panting furiously trying to 
regain her breath as the warm water continued to shower 
over her naked body and in her sub-conscious, the water 
felt like strangers hands exploring her body. 
Automatically, she touched her shaved pussy and moments 
later, a second wave of orgasm shook her body like an 
meteorite hitting the earth.

Elva stepped out of the shower and reached for a warm 
towel. It had been an exhausting day and two orgasms 
simultaneously whilst her husband was away on business 
was certainly not the norm. She loved him 
unconditionally but she expected him to produce her 
orgasms and Elva began to realise the true power of the 
mind. Could the suggestion of being watched really have 
that effect on her? Could she really agree to having an 
audience whilst she fucked? Could it be that she 
fancied Gerry? Could it be she would be comfortable 
being intimate with Gerry? Or others? Why did these 
ideas appear so acceptable?

Shrugging her shoulders, Elva stopped stirring the 
coffee and put her spoon down on the saucer, gazing 
across the shopping mall at the hundreds of people out 
spending money on a working day. Where had all these 
people come from? Shouldn't they be at work or 
something?

Aware that she was asking herself too many questions, 
she reached for her bag and pulled out a magazine. 
Being a housewife, she had no need to work and having 
spent enough years as a PA to some high powered 
executives, she was glad she was no longer part of the 
rat race. A lady of leisure should be able to enjoy 
herself once in a while, she reassured herself as she 
opened the glossy pages of her magazine.

There were various articles about fashion and romance 
which Elva skimmed her eyes across, looking but not 
seeing. She sipped at her coffee which was now cool 
enough to drink and she relished the warm sensation in 
her mouth. Real coffee was so much better than instant!

Happy that her sense of humour had not deserted her, 
she turned the page and read the story headline. "My 
three in a bed with hubby and his boss" the headline 
read and almost instinctively, Elva began to read with 
interest. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she read 
each line with almost clinical accuracy, reading not 
just the text but the messages between the lines. 
Ordinarily, Elva might have skim read the article but 
today, she read the article several times, aware that 
the story was making her wet between her legs again. 
Could it be that Elva found this sort of thing 
acceptable?

She shifted herself in her seat, trying to feel more 
comfortable and hide any embarrassment. The article 
appeared to have been written from the wife's 
perspective and slowly, Elva began to understand the 
motivation behind the woman's actions. 

Just then, a loud voice in the queue brought her 
conscious mind back to coffee lounge. 

"Double espresso to go, please" the familiar voice 
demanded and as Elva looked round, it was Gerry. 
Instinctively, Elva's pulsed increased its rate and she 
felt all silly and school-girly again. Pulling herself 
together, Elva mentally chastised herself for being so 
stupid. Heavens, she was an adult woman with grown up 
kids!

Gerry reached into his pocket and produced some cash, 
his eyes casually looking around the coffee lounge as 
he waited for his drink. His eyes connected with Elva's 
momentarily and he did a double take, his eyes smiling 
every bit as much as his lips. He waved and 
gesticulated at Elva, his body language suggesting he 
was offering her a coffee. Elva shook her head, 
pointing to the now tepid coffee on the low table 
before her. 

Gerry received his drink and hurried over, not wanting 
to miss the opportunity to get to know Elva a little 
better.

"Hi" Gerry opened and reaching out his hand to shake 
Elva's, "What brings you to this part of town?"

"Oh, you know..." Elva responded, her voice a little 
guarded, "...I needed a change of scenery."

"Did James call you last night when you got home?" 
Gerry asked politely but eager to monitor her response.

"Uh? Oh, yes, thank you" Elva replied, aware that her 
response was a little stilted. "He's due back this 
weekend which will be nice."

They chatted for a while, making small talk. Elva was 
keen to stress how she and James were very much in love 
and show she missed him whilst he was away. Elva 
discovered that Gerry was married with children of his 
own, but his wife had been unwell and was in a 
residential care home. He visited her every day and 
took her flowers and things but her condition was 
degenerative and she was never going to get better. 

The medical insurance through his business paid for her 
welfare and the best medical treatment money could buy, 
but the outlook was inevitable. Elva had felt terribly 
sorry for Gerry and she reached out to hold his hand as 
he relayed the graphic details of her terminal 
condition. Behind his smiling eyes, Elva could see the 
pain and torture that his family trauma had created 
within him. Suddenly, she felt protective over him, her 
motherly instincts taking over.

Gerry had not opened up much to people about his wife's 
predicament and had held back the emotion for many 
years. Elva seemed to understand, however, as though 
her personality was in tune with his emotion and Gerry 
felt humbled by her kindness. It was not a macho thing 
to reveal your innermost secrets and baring your soul 
left you vulnerable and open to abuse or exploitation, 
especially in business. Yet Gerry could sense in Elva's 
manner that she could not be like that, that she was a 
good, honest individual. 

In fact, Elva reminded Gerry of how his own wife used 
to be before she fell ill, not just in her personality, 
but in looks too. Had it not been for family helping 
him look after the children, Gerry might have sank into 
depression and it was his social life that kept him 
going. He needed a release for his pent up energies and 
with his wife's approval, he attended as many swinging 
functions as he could.

Despite his obvious mental grief, Gerry was attracted 
to Elva and he surreptitiously glanced down at her 
gorgeous legs, noticing the stirrings in his own groin. 
His own wife had been introduced to the swinging scene 
about a year before she fell ill and she had been 
reluctant at first, but after her first experience 
which involved herself and three young studs filling 
all her holes, she became hooked and, if anything, was 
keener to go to parties than Gerry at times. Gerry had 
been content to watch most of the time, waiting for 
some sloppy seconds, but had indulged a little with 
some of the other ladies. But not one of the other 
women he had fucked came anywhere near as good to the 
feeling of making love to his own wife.

Elva caught him looking at her legs and whilst she felt 
aroused herself, she crossed her legs to protect her 
modesty a little. Aware that he had been caught, 
Gerry's eyes switched to the coffee table and the open 
page about the threesome, the headline in bold type 
standing out like a red stop sign!

"Doing some research?" Gerry asked, knowingly. He had 
been aware he had hogged the conversation for a while 
and wanted to regain the control and change the 
subject. Elva smiled, trying to appear confident.

"Oh, just trying to see what all the fuss is about!" 
she joked, her light response to Gerry's probing 
question unnerving him a little. Maybe Elva wasn't 
quite as innocent as she looked.

"I always find jumping right on in is the best way of 
discovering something" Gerry said, his voice low so 
that others nearby would not hear. Elva glanced at 
Gerry and his eyes looked harmless yet deep within, 
there were some hidden anxieties he had yet to come to 
terms with. Maybe it was the impending deterioration of 
his good wife that troubled him, or the fact he had 
some sort of embarrassment about himself and his life 
style like being less well endowed than he wanted to be 
or some erectile dysfunction. 

But Elva was way off the mark with her concerns, as 
Gerry had developed a crush on her which, as yet, Elva 
had not picked up on. Maybe she too had a crush on him 
but whatever the reason, Elva had yet to understand the 
undertones of Gerry's actions and his words.

"Maybe you would care to attend a function this 
weekend?" Gerry suggested, "Just as an observer, of 
course..." he added, leaving his sentence unfinished on 
purpose, hoping to gauge Elva's response.

Elva shook her head.

"No can do. James is back on Friday and we've lots to 
catch up on" she replied, wiping a bead of sweat from 
her forehead with the back of her wrist. Was it her or 
had the temperature risen ten degrees or so in the last 
couple of moments?

"Why not bring James along too?" Gerry suggested, 
feeling he was chipping away at Elva's resolve. "The 
more, the merrier. There's going to be food and drinks 
and a party going on, irrespective!"

"Oh, I think Gerry has something special planned for 
this weekend," Elva lied, averting her gaze in case 
Gerry should see through her façade.

"The offer remains open" Gerry replied, patting Elva's 
knee with the palm of his hand in a friendly way, his 
patting extending just beyond what would be considered 
acceptable. Elva looked into his eyes and immediately 
looked away again. She felt uncomfortable under his 
gaze, not because she considered him a pervert 
(although some members of society might), but because 
she felt he could read her mind.

Gerry lifted his hand from her knee and Elva sighed 
deeply to herself, partly in relief but also in 
disappointment. Gerry reached into the breast pocket of 
his suit jacket and withdrew a business card.

"Call me on my cell phone..." Gerry said as he handed 
the card to Elva, his index finger highlighting the 
phone number in question, "...if you and James change 
your mind. The party is local and you may recognise a 
couple of the faces from last night. We'd all love to 
see you there...socially, I mean!" he added for good 
measure. His broad smile was meant in a humorous way 
and not meant to be intimidating but Elva was still 
uncertain as to his motivation.

Gerry stood to leave and he extended his hand to Elva 
as a parting gesture. Elva stood to shake his hand and 
in doing so, overbalanced slightly and fell into 
Gerry's arms. If it took him by surprise, he didn't 
show it and he held her tightly, kissing her on both 
cheeks before standing her upright again.

"I'd stick to plain coffee and leave the alcohol until 
later in the day!" Gerry joked and Elva laughed with 
him politely.

"See you on Saturday night then, huh?" Gerry suggested 
as he turned to leave.

"Maybe" Elva said, not wishing to hurt his feelings. 
Gerry smiled and disappeared into the crowded shopping 
mall with his coffee to go. Elva sat again and picked 
up his card that he had left her, twisting it around in 
her hand. No way was she going to go to that party on 
Saturday and she certainly wasn't going to take James. 
What would he think, especially having been away on 
business for a couple of weeks? No, Saturday night 
would be just Elva and James, she decided. 

She placed the business card in her coat pocket. She 
would throw it away once she got home, she decided. 


The weekend arrives

Canadian winters are renowned for being cold and 
inhumane at times, especially when it means flights are 
delayed or redirected. Given that James' weekend pass 
would have meant little more than 24 hours at home 
before having to jet off back to his next port of call, 
James was prepared to make the sacrifice of spending 
untold hours in airplane cabins or airport departure 
lounges but the airlines had other ideas. 

The flight that he was due to get home had been late 
departing due to inclement weather and there was no 
guarantee it would arrive in Canada before he was due 
to depart again. He and another colleague had to make 
an executive decision and James had called Elva to 
advise her that he was unlikely to make the flight home 
but would fly on to his next destination and make an 
early start, that way he could leave that job earlier 
and have a longer weekend next weekend.

Elva had been bitterly disappointed as had James, and 
they spoke at length over the phone. James had promised 
to fly Elva off to the sunshine at the earliest 
opportunity, once this project had been completed. He 
promised her sun-baked beaches, long cold Margarita's 
and enough new clothes to last the entire vacation. 
Elva had smiled weakly at the end of the telephone; his 
offers were a poor consolation to her real needs. She 
needed him there, to hold and to love and next weekend, 
albeit early, was not enough to satisfy her. 

But common sense had to prevail and there was no point 
in James making a journey would in all reality, end up 
being cancelled or diverted. He had been putting in 
some long hours on this project, working seventeen 
hours or more per day in order to achieve the deadline 
for the project. Whilst he could relax on the plane, it 
was still tiring and by moving on to his next 
destination (which was not affected by snow!), he could 
make a big indent into the coming weeks tasks and have 
an extra couple of days next weekend.

Resigned to the fact she would be without her husband 
this weekend, Elva hung up the receiver and sat in the 
lounge. In the corner, the TV displayed its images 
silently, the speakers on mute and Elva sighed heavily. 
Her heart felt like lead and a wave of depression 
engulfed her like some ghostly shadow. It was a 
situation that was beyond the control of either of 
them, but it didn't help Elva's feelings. A long 
weekend next weekend was still good to look forward to 
but it seemed an eternity away. 

Elva picked up the TV remote, flicking through the 
channels, looking for something interesting to watch, 
something that would distract her mind from the misery 
she felt. She was in no mood to watch hockey, the news, 
re-runs of old favourite TV situation comedies or black 
and white movies.

Hitting the off button, the room suddenly felt lonely. 
At least the moving pictures in the corner of the room 
had been some kind of company, something to keep her 
sanity intact. With the TV off, she felt like she was 
completely cut off from the rest of the world, a 
castaway within her own lounge. Her heart felt empty 
and she wanted to cry. Winters were bad enough, long 
dark nights, cold winds and unsociable weather. 

With James away, it had accentuated the sensations 
within her. It was unusual for Elva, she was not one to 
wallow in sadness and she grown accustomed to the 
Canadian climate. But here and now, she longed to be 
back in Europe where she had grown up. Winters often 
seemed more bearable but was that just because she had 
family back home? At least they would have been 
company.

She sat, lost in her own thoughts for some time, 
mulling over in her mind various trivial matters that 
she had yet to attend to. Sending the curtains to the 
cleaners, replacing the spare tyre on the car, writing 
that letter of complaint to a newspaper about some 
article that she had found offensive were all matters 
to be addressed only, right now, she couldn't be arsed!

Elva sat on the sofa and dozed briefly, her mind too 
active to sleep properly. Thoughts and daydreams 
disturbed her, though, as she battled with her own 
inner emotions of right and acceptable. She opened her 
eyes and sighed deeply again, accepting the fact she 
was to spend yet another night on her own when the 
telephone rang. Even if it was a marketing phone call, 
it would be someone to talk to, Elva reasoned with 
herself. "Hello" she said as she answered the phone. 

"Hi honey, it's me again!" James' voice echoed through 
her ears. Instantaneously, all Elva's troubles melted 
like a sudden thaw and her face lit up. It was so good 
to hear James' voice again. Elva wanted to laugh and 
cry at the same time, such was the roller coaster of 
emotions she was experiencing.

James couldn't sleep and, anyway, had to be up early to 
catch a train to another city as part of the next leg 
of his project. Despite his fatigue and his mind 
focused on his job, he could tell from Elva's voice 
something was wrong and he gently probed, teasing the 
information out of her. Elva confessed to being lonely 
and missing him terribly. James felt the same, too. 
Globe trotting was much more fun when you had the love 
of your life with you and he wished he could have 
brought Elva with him. 

He would have been happy to pay for her tickets and 
hotel accommodation but the itinery would have been too 
gruelling for her. In fact, it had been a little too 
gruelling for James but he had to put up with it, his 
job and his big fat bonus depended on it!

"You need to get out, mix with people," James had 
suggested, aware that Elva, despite being a confident 
woman, did not always feel comfortable going out on her 
own. Sure, they had loads of friends that would have 
been happy to entertain Elva for the evening but Elva 
felt she would not want to impose herself on friends 
without an invitation. Given that the only phone calls 
today had been from the kids calling in from University 
before they went out on the town, the only other calls 
had been from James. Not even an accidental wrong 
number!

"Surely you've had at least one invitation," James 
argued. 

"Well, I've had one invite to a party but..." Elva 
began but James interrupted her.

"Well, there you go then. You won't feel unwanted if 
you've been invited."

"But you don't understand..." Elva protested, 
"...it's... how can I say? It's not one of those 
parties!"

"Nonsense!" James scoffed. "Go along and enjoy 
yourself."

"But I would be the only person without a partner" Elva 
objected.

"Every time we've been out together, you've never found 
it difficult to make new friends. Your beautiful smile 
always warms people to you" James responded. There was 
a short pause. James was right, in all the years they 
had been together, Elva had never been short of 
company, finding it easy to mix and socialise with 
people although she was aware that some of that 
attention had not always been welcome. She was a mature 
woman now with grown up kids, yet still she attracted 
male attention like some supermodel half her age and 
that had caused her some concern. With James beside 
her, she had found it easy to brush away unwanted 
attention.

"But there's this guy who will be there and I think 
he's got the hots for me!" Elva blurted. Confession may 
be good for the soul but Elva wished she had kept the 
information to herself.

"But his partner will keep him in check, you'll see," 
James said in his best mellow voice.

"I'm not sure his partner will be there," Elva said, 
coldly.

"But I thought you said you'd be the only attendee 
without a partner?"

There was a short pause.

"James?" Elva opened.

"Mmm?" James murmured.

"I think I've been invited to a wife swapping party!"

There was another short pause. Then, without warning, 
James burst out laughing.

"What's funny?" Elva said, her manner of annoyance 
overtaking her frustration.

"How can you swap when your partners are not there?" 
James chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know the technicalities, but they all 
grope each other and disappear for a few hours with 
strangers and things."

"How do you know all this?" James asked, his interest 
perking up. There was another short pause.

"Er... I went to one last week" Elva eventually 
responded. "Only by accident" she added, swiftly.

"Did anyone make a pass at you? Were you groped or 
mauled at all?" 

"Err...no, but..."

"So what's the problem, then?" James asked with all 
innocence.

"It's not the norm is it? Anyway, it's not my cup of 
tea."

"Answer me this. Is there going to be food, drink and 
people socialising together?" James' voice was calm and 
mellow. You could tell he was a good mediator, human 
resources was in his blood. 

"Yes, but..."

"And are you capable of saying 'No'?" James 
interrupted.

"Yes, but..."

"You know there is an unwritten rule or etiquette at 
those sort of parties? They respect anyone who declines 
to join in. So if you say no, they will respect that."

"How do you know that?" Elva asked, flabbergasted that 
James should be so worldly wise.

"Come on, now!" James said lightly, "If I have read 
that in the broadsheet news papers, I'm sure as hell 
you would have read that in one of the many ladies 
magazines you read at the hairdressers or wherever!"

Elva was about to protest when it dawned on her that 
she had read that some where in an article some time 
back. What James was saying did tend to ring true a 
little.

"So here's the deal. You dress yourself up like you're 
a princess, OK? Wear the prettiest, sexiest, most 
revealing outfit you dare and go and tease them. Make 
them want you so much they are begging on their knees!" 
James suggested. In his mind, he could visualise Elva 
in her strapless dress or her tight top and matching 
short skirt that showed off her lovely long legs. He 
felt himself hardening within his own pants and hoped 
his breathing rate was not making him sound like a 
perverted phone caller dialling some premium rate 
number.

"Oh, James, I'm not so sure" Elva protested but without 
conviction.

"Come on! It'll be fun. You can tell me all about it 
tomorrow," he urged.

"I'm really not up for this" Elva replied, her half 
hearted reply seeming so weak, it was more of a token 
than a genuine objection.

"You said yourself that you craved company. So, it's 
not quite what you had in mind but it has to be better 
than staring at four walls, hasn't it?"

Elva wanted to come back with some smart retort but her 
mind was blank. James was right, she craved company and 
attention but she was not sure she was in the mood for 
a load of flirting, middle aged bank managers and 
lawyers eyeing her up and considering their chances, 
especially when James wasn't there to protect her. So 
why did she feel so excited?

Elva's thought process had left the phone silent just 
long enough for James to seal the deal.

"So what are you waiting for? Go and get changed and 
call that cab. You don't want to be late and miss any 
of the action. Oh, and if you meet anyone that I know, 
keep an eye on them. I could use a little inside 
information like that, it could help secure me a pay 
rise without having to travel half way round the 
world!" he joked.

Whilst Elva would like to have found an excuse to stay 
at home, the pile of ironing would be her only 
distraction and that did not excite her. Sure, she 
could catch up on some reading, she could read the 
magazine story about a threesome again, or... she could 
go and witness it for herself.

"OK!" Elva nodded with the phone in her hand.

"Good." James said enthusiastically. He was getting 
more and more aroused by the idea himself and he so 
wished his plane had been able to get him home to join 
in. He'd been badgering Elva about this sort of thing 
for years and now an invitation had been received, it 
seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. In fairness, 
it was only that Elva was lonely that the invitation 
suddenly became attractive. 

"That's settled, then!. You can tell me all about it 
tomorrow when I call. Don't forget to leave in all the 
graphic details!" James confirmed.

James terminated the call and Elva suddenly felt 
excited like she was going on a first date. She scolded 
herself in her mind for acting juvenile and quickly 
rang the cab company to book a taxi. She gave herself 
an hour to shower, dress and do her make up, ensuring 
she had Gerry's card to hand. He had written the venue 
on the back and it was an area of town not too far 
away. 

Ensuring she had her purse, keys, cell phone and 
substitute make-up, she nodded to herself in 
satisfaction. Checking her hair in the mirror and 
adjusting her jewellery, she looked at her reflection 
smiling back at her. James had always told her she was 
at her prettiest when she smiled and despite 
everything, she could see why James had made the 
comments. Her smile displayed her lovely teeth and 
sensuous lips, and even her eyes smiled. She smoothed 
non-existent creases out of her dress and tuned 
sideways. 

No longer was she a frumpy middle aged mum, she was a 
young looking, sexy lady with an erotic smile and a 
shape to die for. Her bust stood out over her waist and 
she felt comfortable with herself. She was not a see-
saw dieter, she just ensured she ate healthily so she 
didn't gain any weight and if she did, it was easy to 
lose it again. Many women struggle in this area but 
Elva had found the balance and she looked a million 
dollars for it!

The doorbell rang, suddenly bringing her out of her 
trance. The cab was right on time and Elva reached for 
her things, placing her warm coat over her shoulders. 
Was she doing the right thing or not? Tonight would 
either be a catastrophe or an interesting experience 
but right now, Elva was unsure how it would pan out. 
She recalled what James had told her, that if anyone 
invited her to join in, she could say "No" and her 
decision would not be challenged.

She opened the front door, the cold icy air in total 
contrast to the warmth from inside the house and she 
realised that the lifestyle of these other people was 
in contrast to her own lifestyle. But just because it 
was five below freezing, it didn't stop her from going 
out. With that logic stuck in her mind, she stepped 
into the cab and gave the driver the address. 


Learning curve

Eighties dance music played in the background and the 
air was heavily scented with some sweet incense 
intermingled with an element of chilli which suggested 
the food was a hot buffet. Unlike the previous party, 
everyone mingled with each other, not stuck across some 
stuffy dinner table. 

The gentlemen were suitably attired, smart suits and 
flamboyant ties seemed to be the order of the day, 
whereas the ladies were wearing anything from elegant 
ball gowns to clothing more commonly seen on the 
average whore.

A tranquil atmosphere was ably aided by the flowing of 
some beautiful Italian wines and specially imported 
European beer not to mention the mature French Cognac 
and Elva wondered just how much money some of these 
people had.

The hostess had answered the door and kissed Elva on 
both cheeks as though they had been friends for ever 
yet this had been the first time they had met. Elva had 
been ushered in swiftly to reduce the cold penetrating 
the lengths and depths of the house. And what a house! 
It seemed like a mini hotel, such was the size of the 
place. It must have had a dozen bedrooms easily, each 
en-suite judging by the room sizes and grounds that 
would take a couple of gardeners in full time 
employment busy throughout the year.

A drawing room that could easily have been used for 
seminars or other presentations was the main gathering 
area, with an array of canapés and other tempting 
nibbles distributed around the room. The many windows 
still had the curtains open but the house was so well 
shielded from the street by bushes and trees in the 
grounds, that even the six million dollar man would 
have had trouble seeing in!

As Elva made her way towards the drinks table to get 
herself a glass of fresh orange juice, several people 
smiled and nodded acknowledgement and she wondered if 
any of them actually knew her. These people seemed like 
the super rich, oil magnates or property developers, 
stock brokers or Government officials and they just 
oozed wealth. Elva wondered if the hostess could have 
cut down on the lighting as the dazzle from a few 
thousand carats of diamonds round one ladies neck would 
have provided sufficient light to guide a Boeing 747 in 
to land!

Elva took a glass of wine and turned back to face the 
room. Was she getting used to the fact that these 
people were groping each other quite openly or were 
they just being a little more subtle? Hands of aged 
gentleman against the pert buttocks of their friend's 
partner was quite strange as Elva watched a guy either 
side of the blonde woman move their hands down and give 
her buttocks a pat and a squeeze. But then, neither 
party removed their hands.

Further more, the partner of the blonde was not only 
oblivious to what was happening to his betrothed, but 
was necking with the woman next to him who could easily 
have been mistaken as his mother.

At the doorway, a familiar figure appeared and Gerry 
stood, brandy in his hand, surveying the scene before 
him. His neatly combed hair and freshly shaved chin 
added an element of innocence to his rugged looks, 
combining charm to his angelic appearance. He'd give a 
nod of acknowledgement to the odd individual and the 
occasional peck on the cheek to a passing lady whom 
Elva assumed he knew but from her recent experiences, 
that was no guarantee.

Gerry scanned the room and his eyes made contact with 
Elva's. Both of them smiled simultaneously and he 
marched over to see her, kissing her on both cheeks 
which, Elva assumed, was all part of the etiquette.

"I'm glad you could come," Gerry said, his voice 
sincere and genuine.

"I nearly didn't," Elva confessed before sharing with 
Gerry the grim details that James had not returned home 
for the weekend, as planned. Elva had become a little 
emotional, talking about her absent husband and she 
struggled to hold back the tears. Gerry, always the 
perfect gentleman, listened with interest and 
compassion before taking Elva in his arms and allowing 
her the privilege of weeping a little. Emotions like 
that were always better once they had been let out 
rather than being locked inside the psyche. Elva felt 
the tension go in blessed relief and she began to feel 
awkward.

"Sorry!" she apologised, "I'm just being a stupid 
little girl!"

"Nonsense!" Gerry retorted, "You need to let these 
things out, else they'll manifest into god knows what!" 
Gerry grinned.

Elva suddenly felt at ease. Gerry seemed a decent bloke 
and knowing a little about his background and his 
terminally ill wife, she could imagine Gerry shedding 
the odd tear every now and again. They were both 
lonely, both with partners who, for totally different 
reasons, were not able to attend that night.

"Come on, let me show you around. It'll help take your 
mind off things" Gerry insisted, taking Elva's hand and 
leading her into the main hallway. 

Elva would still have thought the place looked like a 
hotel, the only missing items being a payphone and a 
stand with leaflets promoting local attractions. The 
carpet was a deep scarlet colour with swirling patterns 
and as they walked, they almost sank into the deep pile 
like some woollen quicksand. Fine art adorned the 
walls, mostly landscapes of the Rockies or the great 
lakes and marble statues on plinths were strategically 
placed to hide electric sockets.

Gerry led Elva into what was normally a dining room 
which was subtly lit with concealed ceiling lights and 
an array of candles in elegant candelabras, each one 
consisting of enough precious metals to have cost the 
same as feeding a small nation, Elva mused to herself.

A handful of people were in the dining room all 
engrossed in deep conversation and Elva overheard 
comments about the recent credit crunch being likened 
to premature ejaculation which was probably the 
weirdest analogy she had heard. She witnessed one of 
the ladies, a youngish woman with peroxide hair and an 
obvious boob-job whisper to her husband who then rolled 
his eyes skywards.

"Can't it wait?" Elva heard the guy say. His wife shook 
her head vigorously.

"Sir Ian, would you mind if my wife were to suck your 
cock now? She says she can't wait!" 

"Be my guest, m'dear!" the posh English accent replied 
and as the conversation continued, the peroxide blonde 
sank to her knees and proceeded to unzip the knighted 
gentleman and, in full view of everyone, plunged his 
semi hard cock into her mouth.

"Steady on, old girl. You'll make me spill my brandy!" 
he said, to the amusement of his fellow guests as her 
movements became more intense. With unbelievable ease, 
the blonde woman had engulfed his entire length into 
her mouth and half way down her throat but the 
gentleman continued in his conversation as though 
nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Elva turned to look at Gerry who looked back at Elva 
quizzically.

"Problem?" he asked innocently. Elva thought for a 
moment. Yes there was a problem, this was not normal. 
Not in her life style anyway, maybe it was normal for 
Gerry. Yet as much as she wanted to feel repulsed, Elva 
needed to stop and watch the action.

"What will happen?" she heard herself whisper to Gerry.

"Oh, I expect Sir Ian will be the perfect gentleman and 
warn her before he shoots his load. Knowing Cassie, 
however, she'll get confused whether to stop or carry 
on and it'll end up all over her dress and her hair. By 
ten o'clock, she's usually just in her panties and bra 
because her outfit has been covered in spunk!" Gerry's 
conversation was so matter-of-fact, he could have been 
talking about a cooking recipe or his golf swing.

"Let me show you the kitchen," he said, almost pulling 
Elva away from the scene before her. The kitchen was 
almost as big as the dining room they had just vacated 
and bright spot lights shone onto the solid marble 
floor. Trays of food covered in tin foil sat on work 
surfaces and half finished bottles of expensive wine 
sat deserted along side the food. Small bowls of 
peanuts, pretzels and other nibbles were spread about 
for people to graze on but Elva found herself shocked 
to see amongst the food, small bowls containing a 
selection of condoms of every type.

"Help your selves!" the hostess said as she sped by, 
winging her way back into the party armed with a tray 
of olives and samosa's. Elva had been unsure if the 
hostess had been talking about the food or the condoms. 
Probably both, Elva assured her self. 

In the kitchen, two groups of people were deep in 
conversation about the Olympic games and the middle 
east crisis which, ordinarily would not have been 
unsurprising, had it not been for the fact that the 
host was completely naked, wearing only a bow tie 
around his neck and a red ribbon around his flaccid 
(but still very large) penis. He flitted between the 
two groups topping up their drinks and receiving long 
lingering kisses from the females he aided.

One of the ladies was clearly pregnant and probably in 
her final trimester and had been the subject of some 
discussion.

"I think old Henry is the father," one of the guys had 
said loudly. The group chuckled out loud.

"No way, I reckon John's the father," one of the women 
suggested.

"Probably both of them..." the pregnant woman joked, 
"...especially if it's twins!" She rubbed the palm of 
her hand across her bloated belly as she spoke.

"Well, you did accommodate both of them at the same 
time, darling" the expectant father added.

"It's not yours then, Ted?" another person added.

"No, he was buried in Paula's pussy at the time, 
weren't you?" the host added as he returned to the 
group.

"I hope you'll be there for the birth!" a female voice 
enquired of Ted.

"If all the potential fathers were present, there'd be 
no room for the medical staff!" the host suggested.

Polite laughter drowned out more of the conversation 
and Elva turned to examine Gerry's expression but he 
remained unbiased and almost unaffected by the content 
of the conversation they had been privy to.

"Is this for real?" Elva asked, her eyes searching for 
a sign that this was just a wind-up, that she was being 
teased, or for some unusual sign like flying pigs to 
tell her it was just a dream. But no signs appeared and 
Gerry looked back at her with concerned eyes.

"Of course this is real. This is a whole scene or life 
style... some call it a life preference... that many 
people conform to. Oh, I used to think it was just 
wierdo's, you know? The hippy type, free sex and all 
that stuff or strange people with handlebar moustaches 
and no personality who liked to share their wives and 
partners as it was the only way of getting laid. But 
this is so much different" Gerry concluded and somehow, 
his voice seemed genuine, not like some "hard-sell" 
executive, but said with genuine feeling and belief.

"How is it different" Elva heard herself saying. She 
almost couldn't believe she was showing such an 
interest in what previously she would have thought of 
as sleazy. Gerry paused for a moment as he reflected.

"Well..." Gerry began, "...the whole thing is very 
disciplined. No means no, end of story." Gerry smiled 
inwardly as his mind churned over the experiences he'd 
had. "What is more, there is none of what I call 
'Hollywood Syndrome', you don't have to be perfect with 
silicone boobs or immaculate hair. We all have some 
imperfections, look at me!" he joked. "Middle aged, 
overweight and greying hair, yet I've had the time of 
my life."

Elva smiled back, feeling that Gerry's sincerity was 
for real and as he spoke, she felt she was being 
educated but not lectured to. She realised she had a 
lot to learn and that the swinging scene was not just 
some flash-in-the-pan fad that would soon be out of 
vogue. This was something that had been about for ages 
and was here to stay and she wondered how much more 
there was to learn and see. This was going to be some 
learning curve, she mused to herself.

"Perfection is good, though, huh?" Elva enquired. Gerry 
smiled at Elva but it was a pained smile.

"Perfection is good but un-natural. It's like going to 
the store for your groceries. The pre-packed food looks 
fantastic but it's full of additives to make them seem 
perfect, yet the best thing for you is natural like 
fruit and vegetables!" 

Elva stared at Gerry, amazed at his odd simile. Yet 
Elva could understand his point and he had gauged her 
level perfectly.

"Everyone here cares for one another, too" Gerry added, 
aware of the potential for an awkward silence. "Things 
are kept... polite," he added after a brief pause. "You 
know? We ask permission if we can indulge and offer to 
use condoms and so on. The new members are the most 
vulnerable, especially the guys. Interestingly enough, 
it is the guys who feel most threatened and the ladies 
who feel most at ease, certainly in the initial stages. 
But as you become more involved in the swinging scene, 
it becomes natural."

"How can it be natural to have sex with strangers when 
your own partner is there watching?" Elva scoffed. The 
question was a good one but generated from Elva's 
conscious mind, trying to give the impression she was 
still very sceptical.

"Because it is just sex!" Gerry said bluntly. There was 
another short pause.

"How do you mean, just sex?" Elva asked, unhappy that 
Gerry's answer was way too inadequate for her own peace 
of mind.

"Do you and James make love?" Gerry asked openly. Elva 
seemed shocked by the question but tried to hold her 
composure.

"Yes! Of course we do," she blubbered, feeling her face 
grow intensely warm as she blushed.

"Are you planning any more additions to your family 
though?" Gerry continued with his questioning like some 
over zealous cop!

"No!" Elva almost shouted.

"So why do you make love to James?" came Gerry's 
question. Elva paused but only momentarily.

"Because I love him," she replied with conviction.

"But before you were married, did you have sex with 
other men?" 

"Err...yes, but many people do these days," Elva said 
desperately, trying to justify her youthful actions.

"And these other guys, were you planning to marry any 
of them and have them father your children?"

"No! Not really. I guess I fancied them a bit, else I 
wouldn't have... you know..." Elva said, her 
embarrassment returning and she left the sentence 
unfinished.

"Did you love any of them? I mean, really love any of 
them?"

Elva thought for a moment before shaking her head.

"No, I didn't," Elva confessed.

"So why did you have sex with them?" Gerry asked, his 
question still as blunt as before.

"I'm not sure. Because it was fun, I guess," she 
concluded. Gerry smiled broadly.

"Exactly!" he beamed and his voice sounded warm again, 
the bluntness evaporating into the blue yonder. "You 
had sex because it was fun but it wasn't until you 
properly fell in love that your actions of sex became 
love making. You see, making love and sex from the 
outside seem identical but they are not. Making love is 
sex, but with emotion. Both may feel good and you may 
even care about the person you are having sex with, but 
you add love into the equation and the sensation is 
totally different."

Elva nodded, comprehending Gerry's analogy. She could 
see his logic, albeit she still did not conform to his 
lifestyle choice, as he phrased it, but the rationale 
seemed feasible.

"We can all get bored in our lives. Look at me! I 
studied medicine at college and got my doctorate and 
you know what I do? I run a media company! How far 
removed from medicine is that? But in all my years, I 
have never been unfaithful to my wife behind her back. 
She introduced me to this scene before she fell ill and 
at first I was appalled at her motivation. You see, she 
told me she needed to experience something else in her 
life. 

She married me when she was only twenty and she was 
still a virgin. The most she'd ever done before was 
kiss and fondle and she'd missed out on her youthful 
experiences that many of us enjoyed. She'd often 
wondered what it would be like to experience different 
guys, young ones, old ones, well endowed ones, even 
black guys. So she met a friend who was part of the 
swinging scene and brought me along to a meeting." 
Gerry paused as he reflected on his first experience of 
a swinging party. 

"Go on!" Elva urged, her interest increasing and she 
felt her panties start to moisten.

"At first, we just watched and we both got aroused that 
we ended up making love to each other but with the 
others watching us. It felt natural and not 
distasteful, which took us both by surprise. Then she 
asked if she minded if she sucked another guy whilst I 
made love to her and before I knew it, she had three 
guys around her and she took them all, one in her mouth 
and one in each hand. It was too much for me and I 
ejaculated quite quickly but she was still in need of a 
climax or two and as I became flaccid, she asked if one 
of her new 'friends' could finish her off. 

"I agreed and soon, all three of them had, in turn, 
entered her and brought her to climax whilst emptying 
them selves in her in the process. My instinct was to 
leave, to run away from the repulsion I knew I should 
feel yet my heart told me to stay. That was my first 
experience of sloppy seconds and after that, I couldn't 
get enough. 

"In the end, it was me begging her to come to these 
parties so I could make love to her whilst she was full 
of other men's sperm. And to me, the reason she agreed 
to this perverted request was because she loved me. In 
fact she still does and that has only increased since 
we've been part of this scene," Gerry concluded. He 
looked at Elva for her reaction, scared he might have 
gone too far but Elva had been hanging on his every 
word.

"I understand now," Elva confessed. This was not an 
endorsement by any means, but Elva could see why some 
would be attracted to this lifestyle.

"Come with me," Gerry urged, taking her by the hand and 
leading her up the wide, swirling staircase to the 
first floor landing. A corridor with the same deep 
carpet spread out in both directions but Gerry headed 
off to the left with Elva hurrying behind him. There 
were three doors on each side of the corridor, each one 
ajar and noises emanated from them all. Gerry poked his 
head round the first door and, satisfied is was 
appropriate to enter the room, pulled Elva in behind 
him. 

The room had a soft, warm yellow glow of candle light 
and the aroma of essential oils filled the room like a 
summer's breeze. Shadows flickered on the ceiling, 
intermingling until the shape had no form like some 
ghostly cloud. 

Gentle moans of pleasure, both male and female, added 
to the erotic ambience as naked bodies writhed with 
each other on a king-size bed, mixed with the sliding 
sound of flesh against silk. 

Elva's eyes took a few moments to adjust to the subtle 
lighting and it took her a while to realise there were 
two ladies and four guys entertaining each other, with 
a fifth guy stood at the side of the bed smiling and 
holding his erection in his hand.

Silently, Gerry manoeuvred Elva so she had a better 
view and he stood behind her, his arms casually around 
her waist. Elva inhaled deeply as she watched, the 
scene before her continuing despite the arrival 
spectators. It seemed the group were un-phased by the 
presence of Elva and Gerry and they continued to 
pleasure each other, with hands and mouths and 
genitalia.

Elva was surprised when she saw one of the guys had 
been blessed with an organ that should by all intents 
and purposes be classed as deformed. It must have been 
almost eleven inches in length and the girth was so 
big, Elva guessed she would have needed both hands to 
grip it with. But it was the fact that it was bent to 
the right like a boomerang, that something of that 
magnitude being entered into any female would certainly 
have caused pain and discomfort.

Elva's jaw dropped as one of the ladies, a short haired 
brunette with what appeared to be red streaks, spread 
her legs and guided the offending erection into her 
bald pussy with ease. The penis reached maximum 
penetration with ease and as the woman gasped, Elva 
gasped with her. 

Caught up in the atmosphere of the moment, Elva had 
barely noticed her hands rubbing her own crotch, 
enjoying the sensation as her already damp panties 
became moister with her own juices and excitement. Her 
pussy ached and she wished James was with her, to 
address her needs.

Elva watched as the woman then took the second guy's 
erection and allowed her tongue to orbit its head, the 
saliva and pre-cum mixing and glistening in the dim 
light of the room. Murmurs of pleasure filled the air 
and as the woman began to be fucked with greater force, 
so her oral stimulation of her other partner increased.

Elva felt a warm tingle flow through her veins as she 
could almost feel the climax for the female 
participant. Elva's breathing was as laboured as she 
would have expected had she been involved herself and 
as she moved her hand away from her crotch to her 
breasts, she found her access blocked by Gerry's manly 
hands. She had not noticed he had subtly moved his 
hands up her waist and cupped her ample breasts, 
arousing her and making her nipples erect like little 
flower buds. Shocked but aroused, Elva was momentarily 
bewildered as to how to react. She knew she should 
brush his hands away immediately, to slap him in the 
face or something.

Yet the sensation was adorable and just what she needed 
as she watched the pornographic images before her. 
Before she could object, Gerry had moved his hands 
inside the material of her dress, feeling her breasts 
through the soft material of her bra. Her breathing 
intensified as with expert ease, Gerry slid the lacy 
material to one side, revealing the full delights of 
her breasts to his gentle fingers, rolling and tweaking 
her nipples until they were rock hard, just like his 
own cock as it pressed against the material of his own 
pants and into the small of Elva's back.

Before her, the woman had changed position and was 
about to receive double penetration but from the angle 
she stood, Elva was unable to ascertain if she was 
taking both erections in her pussy or taking one of 
them anally. Aware of the temporary relief of Gerry's 
hands on her bosoms, she felt pleased yet disappointed. 
The stimulation had been delightful and had really 
aroused her, much more than she would have anticipated. 
Her relief, however, was temporary as moments later, 
she felt her dress falling to her ankles. Gerry had 
unzipped her at the back, again without her knowledge 
and now she stood in her stockinged feet and her 
underwear. 

Elva should have gone ape-shit at this but she 
surprised herself by remaining calm and non 
confrontational. Gerry's hands returned to her breasts 
and Elva moaned out loud at the sensation. God, it felt 
so good! It felt just like James' hands, even down to 
the stroking of the underside of her breasts. She 
closed her eyes and imagined James standing behind her, 
kissing her neck, arousing her and teasing her, turning 
her on before taking her in his arms and laying her on 
the bed before giving them both lots of pleasure. In 
her minds eye, she could see James' smiling face and 
that little sparkle that appeared in his eyes at those 
times of intimacy.

Almost oblivious to the reality of her surroundings, 
Elva didn't flinch as she felt the clip of her bra 
being released and her rapid breathing became slightly 
easier without the bra compressing her chest.

She felt soft, gentle hands caressing her breasts and 
instinctively, she thrust her buttocks backwards, 
grinding her hips into Gerry's as though her actions 
were merely in reflex. Gerry began to nibble her neck, 
his lips soft and moist. His freshly shaved face felt 
delightful against her cheeks and his warm breath, with 
an aroma of red wine, ricocheted off her skin making 
her feel she was in a tropical climate, despite the 
volume of snow outdoors.

On the bed, the second woman who had been lying down 
and having her pussy eaten by the other two guys, had 
been watching Elva and Gerry. She had recognised Elva 
from the other day. She had been attending these 
parties for almost a decade but could remember her 
first time and how apprehensive she felt and could see 
those same fears and concerns in Elva's eyes. 
Sometimes, it takes a woman to understand a woman and 
Kate could see Elva's predicament. She sat up and 
whispered to her two male companions who then looked at 
each other and nodded in agreement. 

In silent unison, the guys stood up, stark bullock 
naked, and walked over to Elva and Gerry. They all knew 
Gerry of old, he was a regular but his hot date tonight 
was new to both of them and it was evident that she was 
experiencing her first lesson in swinging like some 
mature student.

"Excuse me..." the guy called Jack began, "...but we've 
made some space if you'd care to join us." The second 
guy called Andy extended his arm indicating the space 
they had vacated for them. Despite the heat of the 
moment, Elva rebelled momentarily. Things were 
progressing too far and too quickly for her and she 
stood her ground. 

She remembered the etiquette, that no means no. But 
Kate smiled as she sat up and patted the silk sheet 
next to where she lay and regardless of her mind 
telling her otherwise, Elva moved forward and squatted 
on the side of the bed near where Kate was, the 
sensation of security flowing through her. Elva, too, 
had recognised Kate and that had added an element of 
confidence to Elva's actions.

"Just for a few moments, OK?" Elva said out loud, more 
for her own benefit than anything else.

"Of course, sweet heart!" Kate responded kindly. She 
remembered how she had been reluctant at first, and how 
she thought it was evil that her husband would want her 
to be intimate with other men. But Kate had realised 
very early on that this was not just about sex, it was 
a social network that had plenty of additional 
benefits. The network had helped people connect with 
business associates, suppliers of raw materials, legal 
advice, tax advice, money lending at advantageous 
rates, friendship and companionship. 

"Is this your first time?" Kate asked gently. Elva 
nodded. 

"You're doing just fine, honey," Kate cooed, "You go at 
your own speed, ain't no one gonna rush you."

Elva nodded and they both smiled. 

"I find the best way to start is to relax. Just lay 
back, close your eyes and imagine you are in your 
favourite holiday destination soaking up some sun," 
Kate suggested before returning to her own partners. 
She lay down beside Elva and smiled again. Jack and 
Andy returned to their arousal of Kate's pussy which 
was becoming more challenging as the bed rocked from 
the other threesome's actions.

"The tide is a bit rough today!" Jack joked.

"Certainly some swell," Andy laughed back. Sex was 
supposed to be fun and there was no mistaking the fun 
both Jack and Andy were having.

Elva lay on her back and closed her eyes, just as Kate 
had told her, and in her mind, she was imagining a sun 
soaked beach, golden sand and a Pina Colada at hand. 
She could almost taste the cold fluid quenching her 
thirst and the sound of breakers crashing to the shore. 
A deserted beach with just a few surfers out in the 
water for company completed the mental scene and Elva 
could feel herself relax. 

The aroma of sun lotion filled her olfactory nerves and 
she felt moist slippery hands gliding over her body, 
across her breasts. She opened her eyes momentarily and 
Elva saw Gerry with a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic in his 
hand, covering her body in cool oil. She looked at the 
shadows on the ceiling again, the surreal images mixed 
in with the holiday scenario made her wonder if they 
had slipped some Lysergic Acid or GHB into her drink. 
Was she hallucinating? Was she really in control of her 
own actions?

Somehow, she just knew Gerry was totally honest and 
reliable but Elva wondered how she could have got 
herself into a situation like this. Oh, she was not a 
prude or anything, but in her wedding vows, she had 
promised in front of witnesses to keep only to her 
husband as long as they both shall live and this was 
going further than she ought to have gone.

Elva had made up her mind that she was going to stand 
up, collect her things and leave, making her excuses 
and letting them all down as gently as she could. But 
her body refused to obey her mind, her body over-ruling 
the thoughts. 

"OK, I'll give it five more minutes," she said to 
herself, "But if Gerry goes any where near my vagina, 
I'm out of here!"

Elva returned her thoughts to her deserted beach, the 
hunky, good looking life guard in his barely there swim 
shorts, his tanned muscular body with just the right 
amount of body hair and his sexy accent. She imagined 
how, had she been younger, how she might have 
considered removing her bikini top and watching to see 
if the life guard noticed. 

She imagined that his very brief swim wear would 
struggle to conceal his erection and how she would 
covertly observe the tip of his cock appear from out of 
his pants, her own eyes hidden behind dark sun shades. 
She imagined teasing the life guard, licking her lips 
and spreading her legs, throwing her head back and 
brushing the hair from her face so with both arms above 
shoulder height, her breasts would be thrust forward.

Elva had never really considered herself a flirt, 
although she could hold her own in any flirting 
contest. She longed for her youth again and felt pangs 
of sorrow that she was no longer a green graduate or a 
flirty thirty. 

Lost in her own thoughts and depression of impending 
middle age, she had not noticed Gerry gently sliding 
her panties over her hips and beyond her ankles. It was 
only when Gerry's oil clad fingers entered her that 
Elva drew in a sharp breath of delight. She opened her 
eyes wildly and looked around, confused momentarily by 
what was happening. She was now naked and being 
fingered by someone she had only known a few days which 
was beyond her comfort zone. She should stand up right 
now and leave.

Elva remained on the bed, however, as Gerry's expert 
fingers aroused her like she had never experienced 
before. James was a great lover, fantastic in bed and 
always brought her to climax. But Gerry's approach was 
slightly different and because it was not what she was 
used to, it felt divine.

Andy had noticed the look of pleasure across Elva's 
face and he gestured to the others to take a look. Jack 
was already aware and was leaning across to nibble 
Elva's nipple. Elva should have felt repulsed, she had 
not even been formally introduced to the other guys and 
had only known their names from the mutterings as Kate 
had encouraged them to lick or suck her. And now, these 
strangers were pawing at her, touching her intimately 
like some cheap whore only with more respect.

Elva willed her body to move, to rise from the bed and 
leave but her body continued to defy her. Her sensory 
nerves were working fine, sending signals to her brain, 
registering the pleasure that she was receiving, yet 
her motor nerves had gone on strike, failing to respond 
to her brain's requests to move. She felt trapped, a 
prisoner in her own body and ordinarily she would have 
felt terrified but Elva's mind continued to over-rule 
her emotions. 

Elva concentrated really hard and found she could move 
her hand over her recently trimmed pussy, noticing how 
the labia were as wet as she could ever remember. With 
all her might, Elva placed her hand over the opening of 
her pussy, endeavouring to protect her innocence as 
best she could. She had tried to utter the word "no" 
but her throat seemed to be incommunicado with her 
senses, only murmurings of pleasure leaving her lips.

Kate and Jack had been watching, aware that this could 
be Elva's first experience of swinging and was showing 
no outward signs of objecting. To the contrary, she had 
even placed her hand across her pussy and spread her 
labia to Gerry as he lowered his face and began to lick 
at her sopping wet cunt.

Without needing much persuasion, Jack had positioned 
himself by kneeling either side of Elva's head, 
noticing how beautiful she looked. She may have spent 
hours in front of the mirror, applying make up and 
doing her hair but Elva was the sort of woman who 
needed very little help to make her look good, her 
beauty was natural. Jack removed his condom so his 
penis was bare and lowered his hips towards Elva's 
waiting mouth.

Elva felt something against her cheek and a shadow had 
covered her face. She had closed her eyes momentarily 
as Gerry had eaten from her pussy and her eyes shot 
open to find Jack's bulging organ millimetres away from 
her face. Above, in what seemed to be a surreal 
distance away, Jack's smiling face beamed down at her 
and voice seemed to echo like some dream portrayed in a 
movie.

"Open you mouth," he was whispering and obediently, 
Elva complied, allowing Jack access to her oral cavity. 
Almost instantly, the cavity was filled with Jack's 
throbbing member, taking Elva by surprise. She was no 
killjoy but oral sex was never her favourite. As far as 
she was concerned, the penis was meant to enter her 
vagina and nowhere else. Elva was of the opinion that 
anything that excreted unpleasant fluids like urine 
should be kept away from mouths. She wouldn't have 
dreamed of kissing a toilet, it would be unhygienic so 
why would she place something like a penis into her 
mouth. 

But still her body defied her, failing to reject Jack's 
cock as it filled her mouth but she found the cock 
smelt and tasted clean. Like herself, Jack must have 
showered before attending the party and she could taste 
clean shower gel or soap, sweetly scented and mixed 
with just a hint of testosterone.

Elva had previously been repulsed at the idea of giving 
a blow job and had no intention of changing her opinion 
but Jack was in no hurry and Kate was very supportive.

"Close your lips around it," Kate said gently and Elva 
shuddered at the thought.

"Go on!" Kate urged gently and Elva found herself 
obeying Kate, comforted by Kate's confident persuasion. 
Elva closed her lips around Jack's erect cock and she 
was surprised by the strength of Jack's pulse that she 
could feel along the entire length of his penis. The 
slimy smoothness of his penis head met with the warm, 
wetness of her own tongue and both parties had sudden 
sensations of pleasure. Elva had never been a fan of 
this sort of thing but suddenly, her innermost fears 
were being addressed and overcome.

The concern that a penis would taste vile and that 
semen would be jettisoned down her gullet without 
warning were merely horrors from porno films of the 
past, or the lurid tales from certain magazines or web 
sites. Jack was a perfect gentleman, ensuring Elva was 
comfortable and with some encouragement from Kate, Elva 
found herself rolling her tongue over Jack's purple 
cock head, sucking and licking before reaching up and 
cupping his balls, feeling the sensation of his hairy 
scrotum in her soft, velvety hand.

So engrossed was Elva, she had forgotten about her 
other hand which had been trying in vain to protect her 
pussy and Gerry had taken advantage of the opportunity, 
his tongue deep inside her most private crevice. It was 
only when Gerry had stopped to strip off that Elva 
realised what was going on.

"No, you mustn't," she pleaded with Gerry, having 
removed Jack's cock from her mouth and despite the 
words leaving her lips, there was little conviction in 
her voice. 

But a 'no' is a 'no' and Gerry, Kate, Jack and Andy 
abided by her wishes but not without some discussion.

"Don't you like Gerry licking you down there, 
sweetheart?" Kate asked, her eyes quizzical and her 
brows frowned.

"It's just that..." Elva blurted, trying not to sound 
pathetic with some weak excuse, "...my husband doesn't 
know about this type of party."

"You're new to this?" Kate asked but the question was 
made more as a statement. "Then maybe you deserve to be 
pampered!" she declared.

With that, Andy and Jack both turned their total 
attention to Elva, rolling her over onto her tummy and 
from out of nowhere, some essential oils were produced 
and both men began to massage her back, rubbing all her 
tensions away. Their oil clad hands slid smoothly over 
her shoulders and back, around her sides and down to 
her hips before crossing over her buttocks and up her 
spine before the cycle began again. The smell of aroma 
therapy oils mingled with the Hawaiian Tropic and 
scented candles, making a cocktail of olfactory 
delight.

Elva felt Kate stroking her hair as though she was some 
oversized pet, and another pair of hands which she 
guessed was Gerry's, was massaging her calves and 
thighs, teasing her by stopping just short of her 
pussy.

Elva could feel herself relaxing, almost like all her 
tension was oozing away with each exhalation and she 
found herself almost in a state of meditation, her mind 
lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as her 
body slowly sank into an almost hypnotic state.

Elva felt Gerry's hands rising up her thighs and Andy 
and Jack's hands all converging towards her buttocks 
and when the all began to probe at her anus and pussy 
she was so relaxed, Elva had not the energy, nor 
inclination to stop them. Fingers entered her various 
holes, gently and painlessly as their digits were 
covered still in the aromatherapy oils from earlier.

With out a care in the world, Elva found her excitation 
levels increasing again and as the fingers probed, so 
her breathing became more laboured. Elva opened her 
eyes but the shadows from the dim candles and the 
volume of flesh around her made it almost impossible to 
fathom out what was happening. She had not been drugged 
but it still felt unreal, like she was in a dream or 
having an out of body experience, watching herself from 
another angle as though she were merely a spectator, 
not a participant.

She felt her hips being raised and, so she discovered 
later, Kate had crawled beneath her and began to lap at 
her pussy. Sometimes, it takes a woman to know how to 
treat a woman and Kate was happy to oblige. Elva was a 
new member to the unofficial club and was entitled to 
the full works.

With her arse in the air, she felt the male hands 
spread more oils over her skin, smoothing it into her 
skin and her holes.

"Because your husband is not here, as much as I would 
like to, I will not put my erection into your pussy, 
OK?" Gerry mumbled. Elva grunted back her approval, her 
head was buried face down in the silk sheets and was 
not really in a position to indulge in conversation. 
Anyway, Kate's tongue was divine against her clitoris, 
flicking over her erect little bud with gentle 
ferocity.

"But I am sure..." Gerry continued, "...your husband 
would not object to this." In an action that was 
incredibly swift, Gerry had placed his penis against 
Elva's anus and with subtle force, began to penetrate 
her arse. Elva would never have credited herself as 
being able to accommodate an erect cock up her arse and 
certainly not without pain. She had yet to realise that 
the massage had relaxed her body muscles so much that 
she had been able to accommodate Gerry's dick with 
ease.

It took a few moments to register quite what was 
happening to her, Kate's oral stimulation confusing her 
temporarily. Shock hit her like a wet fish, and she 
drew breath sharply as though she were in pain yet 
there was no pain. Gerry eased his pumping actions and 
Kate suspended her clitoral stimulation whilst Elva 
acclimatised herself to the ordeal she was 
experiencing.

Her previous anal endeavours had been incredibly 
painful and she had considered it perverted. After all, 
it was only homosexuals who stuck their dicks up each 
others arses, wasn't it? Whilst Elva was not biased 
against the gay community, she found the entire thing 
unpleasant and had shied away from anal sex. Yet here 
she was with a virtual stranger up her shitter and she 
was enjoying it! 

Gerry had resumed his pounding of her arse although he 
was pacing himself so as not to cause Elva any 
discomfort. In fact, his anal stimulation together with 
Kate's actions were bringing Elva to her first climax 
of the evening and almost without warning, her body 
caved in to the sensations, losing her muscle control 
as the climax wracked through her body with such gusto, 
Gerry was in grave peril of losing blood flow to the 
tip of his cock for several long seconds.

Elva's body relaxed after the wave of climax had 
flushed though her but her relaxation was only 
temporary as within moments, Andy had lay down next to 
her and manoeuvred his way beneath her, lifting a knee 
and sliding underneath Elva's body.

"You need a cock in your pussy, dear lady," he 
suggested and looked into her eyes for approval. Elva 
opened her eyes and saw Andy's face, seeing for the 
first time the scar above his right eye yet within his 
eyes, there was no contempt, but plenty of passion. His 
manner was not arrogant, nor aggressive, but none the 
less, there was an element of urgency and 
persuasiveness that encouraged Elva to nod.

And indeed she knew she needed to be fucked, her pussy 
ached for a hard cock to penetrate her, fill her pussy 
and excite the nerve endings within. Yet the question 
was somewhat loaded as Elva only wanted James to fuck 
her, to fill her with his erect cock and bring her to 
climax again and again, like he had done so for all 
their married life.

But with Elva's nod of agreement to Andy's question 
which they had all witnessed, Andy lowered Elva on to 
his throbbing erect penis, gliding in without 
resistance. Elva gasped suddenly, not with pain but 
with pleasure.

It felt like Andy's cock had somehow become fastened to 
Gerry's cock as they rode her, pounding her holes 
gently but oh, so deep! Elva closed her eyes, savouring 
the sensation. She had never had sex with more than one 
guy at a time before in her whole life and could not 
imagine a reason why she would have wanted to... until 
now!

God, it felt divine and her flesh suddenly became 
covered in goose bumps but these were not down to the 
cold outside the window, but the sheer pleasure Elva 
was experiencing. Nerves she never knew existed 
suddenly came to life, registering untold pleasure. She 
gasped for air, fearing she would pass out as her 
excitement increased with her physical activity. 

She found herself pumping her hips to and fro and which 
ever way she pushed, it just felt even better. Thrust 
down and Andy's cock went deep into her pussy, push 
back and Gerry's cock thrust deep into her arse, his 
balls ricocheting against her buttocks in the process.

"Do you like double penetration?" Gerry whispered in 
her ear as he leaned forward and tweaked a nipple. Elva 
threw her head back in pleasure.

"Oh, yes!" she whispered and for once, it was not a sub 
conscious statement, the confession was straight from 
the heart. Yes, she loved it and the realisation sent 
her into her next climax. Her love for James was 
undeniable but right now, her need for sex overpowered 
her emotional needs. Her body quivered as the climax 
rattled through her every muscle and immediately her 
climax retreated, so the guys continued to pound their 
way into her holes. This was going to be a very long 
evening.


More snow

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly made 
coffee and hot, buttered toast mingled with the scent 
of some flowers James had wired from another continent. 
A small collection of brown envelopes looked back 
menacingly from the kitchen worktop, bills from various 
utility providers and household expenses adding to the 
futility of having to get up each morning. It seemed 
that no sooner had you paid your bills when the next 
batch arrived, waiting patiently for their turn for 
some attention.

Elva grimaced at the analogy, remembering how just a 
few short hours ago, Andy, Jack, Gerry and even Kate 
had fought for some attention and to offer some 
attention, too. Elva tried to push the memories from 
her mind, confused and ashamed of her actions. She was 
married to James so how could she become involved in 
such a sordid experience. She was old enough to know 
better and should be well versed in saying "no!" to 
guys she felt were too pushy. She was a decent, sweet 
girl and deserved better than just being some one's 
meat to fuck.

Yet it had not been cheap and tacky, it had been a 
beautiful and enlightening experience. All her lovers 
last night had been perfect, ensuring her every need 
was catered for and that she felt appreciated and 
desirable. But that had not made her feel any better. 
Hell, she felt like shit and not because she was tired. 
She had left the party exhausted and it was not until 
she was sat in the back of the cab coming home, that 
she noticed the time was almost 4am.

Elva had fears that she would spend the rest of the 
week walking like John Wayne, legs bent at the knees. 
She still felt like Gerry's dick had been severed off 
and left in her rectum and each time she sat down on 
the toilet, semen dripped out from one or more of her 
orifices.

Elva felt disgusted that Gerry, a guy she felt she 
could trust, would bang her up the arse and that Andy, 
a total stranger, should put his erect penis into her 
open pussy. Yet she had put up little resistance and 
had allowed him not only to enter her, but without 
protection which she thought had to be out of order 
within the swinging scene. It was only later that she 
discovered that she had inadvertently given a club sign 
that a condom was not necessary, the palm over the 
pussy suggested that her hand was the protection and 
once removed, it was all systems go!!!

Elva stirred her coffee, looking at her reflection in 
the black liquid and wishing that last night had never 
have happened. She felt more than just fatigued, she 
felt miserable that she had cheated on James. She knew 
she had to tell him and that it was all just a big 
mistake but how the hell would he take it? There he 
was, thousands of miles away working his nuts off to 
earn them a good bonus so they could enjoy them selves, 
and here she was being shafted by three virtual 
strangers.

Memories of how Jack had somehow been able to get close 
enough to Andy and how they had managed to get both 
their cocks into her in one go, whilst Gerry continued 
to bury himself in her arse hole. Elva shook her head, 
hoping the physical action would jumble her thoughts up 
so they would not be so painful to remember. But the 
memories and the mental pain continued. 

Elva looked at her plate of toast, steam still rising 
from the food and the aroma should have made anyone 
begin to salivate. But Elva had lost her appetite and 
she pushed the plate away from her as though it was as 
offensive as her thoughts.

Happier memories flooded Elva's mind, her and James on 
holiday, the birth of their children, the happy times 
they had enjoyed as a family. She smiled inwardly to 
herself as she pictured James' smiling face grinning 
back at her but her smile faltered as to how he would 
take the news that she had been unfaithful and in such 
an extreme manner. How would she break the news to him? 
Should she wait until he got back home? How much should 
she tell him? Should she keep it as a secret between 
them? 

Elva knew she could never be so cruel as to with-hold 
secrets but she knew the truth would be painful, for 
both of them. Her mind juggled with thoughts as her 
toast continued to get cold. In the background, the 
radio played background music which could have been 
absolutely anything but Elva had not been paying 
attention, her mind had been focused on how she would 
approach the confession and apology. 

She yearned for James to be with her right now, by her 
side to comfort her and hold her. She needed to beg for 
his forgiveness yet she also felt aggrieved. Had he not 
been away on business, this whole darned thing might 
never have happened; and had it not been James who had 
encouraged her to go out last night? Yes, it was his 
fault all right and it would be he that would be made 
to suffer. Elva had planned it all out in her mind.

She continued to replay the conversation in her mind, 
nodding like Laurel and Hardy might when she got the 
patter right. She had to be strong, stand up to James 
and tell him, honestly, what had happened, how it 
happened and how she was not totally to blame. She 
busied herself around the house, attending to chores 
and doing jobs she had been putting off for so long. It 
would be better to do boring jobs than continue to sit 
and wallow in self pity.

But as the hours drew on, her heart began to sink and 
her resolve began to falter. All the preparation from 
earlier was beginning to cause her nerves to jangle a 
little and when the phone rang, her heart almost 
stopped. She walked over to the phone and just watched 
it ring a few times, as though the caller might hang up 
and call back later. The ring tone persisted and 
slowly, Elva reached out her hand to the receiver.

Her arms trembled like she was shivering as she placed 
the receiver to the phone. 

"Hiya honey, it's me!" James' voice squawked in 
excitement. "How's it going?"

Elva paused for a few moments before responding.

"Fine! Fine!" she reaffirmed. "When are you coming 
home?" Her question was blunt and with little emotion.

"I'm on a midnight flight out of here so should be back 
home in say, thirty six hours or so," James replied. 
His manner was light and he sounded full of gusto, 
happy that he would soon be home with his lovely wife.

"What's the weather like?" he asked, interrupting any 
train of thought Elva may have had.

"What? Oh! More snow!" she said as her mind deciphered 
James' question.

"No chance of sun stroke, then!" James replied with 
humour. Elva smiled. James could always press the right 
buttons and make her smile, even in her darkest 
moments. She recalled how wonderful it had been to meet 
James, his fun loving outlook and his ability to see 
sense, cutting through the nonsense and applying logic 
to everything. Elva remembered how meeting him was a 
breath of fresh air. Her ex-husband had been a selfish 
shit and couldn't even be bothered to satisfy his own 
wife between the sheets. Despite producing kids with 
the guy, Elva had only known orgasm through her ex 
boyfriends and the work of her own fingers. That was, 
of course, until she met James.

He had swept her off her feet, shown her true love and 
affection and taught her how to have fun again. With 
James, Elva felt like a teenager again and she would 
never have considered having an affair or anything, not 
like she had been tempted into with her first husband. 
James was considerate and affectionate to the extent of 
almost being embarrassing when out in public. They were 
for all intents and purposes, middle aged yet James 
loved to hold her hand in public. He used to joke that 
the reason why he held Elva's hand when out in public 
was that if he let go, she'd go shopping and spend 
money!

But she had inadvertently slipped up and had cheated on 
James without his knowledge and as much as she wanted 
to blame him for what had happened, he had been 
thousands of miles away. The fault was not his, she 
reasoned with herself and painful memories of an ex 
husband trickled into her thoughts for a moment or two.

"Are you OK, honey?" James asked. There had been a 
pause in conversation, the awkward type you get when 
one party has a difficult question to ask or to make 
some confession. James' heart began to thud in his 
chest. What had she done? Had she smashed the car or 
lost her purse? It was unusual for Elva to be so mute 
and distant. It was against her own persona as she was 
usually the life and soul of the party, not overly 
flamboyant but certainly not this reserved.

"Uh? Oh, yeah!" she replied, limply. "I'm fine, just 
really missing you."

"Are you sure?" James' voice delved.

"Hurry home!" she pleaded.  James was still uncertain 
about Elva's responses but he was a good day and half's 
travelling away and was unable to do anything, anyway. 
He felt totally useless being so far away and he could 
tell in Elva's voice that something was not right. 

"I'll be home as soon as I can, honey!" he affirmed and 
after a few pleasantries, the line disconnected and 
Elva was plunged back into the silence of her own 
little world. 

She had tried to make sense of what had happened, how 
this was totally different from when she had an affair 
when she was on her first marriage. Then, she had 
actively gone out seeking someone who could bring her 
to climax, to make her feel special and loved. But 
James had been nothing less than an attentive husband, 
both in and out of the bedroom. He had been kind, 
considerate and loving, taking on his share of the 
chores whilst ensuring that her needs were catered for 
between the sheets and it was this that had depressed 
her the most. James was not deserving of her 
indiscretion and she felt guilt like she had never felt 
before, not least because these men had been able to 
entice her to do things she had shied away from with 
James. 

Her willingness to accommodate their needs had 
surprised her and Elva wondered if there was a dirty 
little slut hiding deep within the psyche of every 
woman across the globe. How they had been able to 
unlock her innermost passion and open her mind to 
alternatives remained a mystery to Elva.

In reality, however, unless she confessed to James, he 
would never need to know about her escapades and she 
was sure she could engineer it so he would never need 
to meet any of these characters again. Canada was a big 
country so it should be easy enough to hide away. Yet 
she knew, deep down, she had to tell James. She owed 
him that, at least.

Sighing deeply in desperation, Elva gazed out of the 
window into the bleak dark night beyond. She chuckled 
humourlessly to herself as her eyes fell upon the cold, 
white flakes that glistened in the light from the house 
as they fell, silently onto the millions of others that 
had fallen over the last couple of hours.

"More snow!" she muttered to herself.


The waiting game

The temperature may still have been sub zero but at 
least the snow had stopped and a temporary gap in the 
clouds permitted a little winter sun to brighten the 
garden. Trees and garden furniture stood proud of the 
snow which had disguised most of the garden, casting 
shadows over much of the surrounding area. An 
occasional winter bird flew by, settling on a branch 
and sending another small flurry of snow from the 
branch onto the ground below.

Elva mused that at least it hid the grass which was in 
need of a good mow, anyway and she feared that she 
might have caught a dose of James' sense of humour. 
Even in her darkest moments, James had been able to 
lift her spirits with a little dose of humour and a 
laugh and a joke and he knew just when the time was 
appropriate. If nothing else, James was a great 
"people's" person and could gauge with pinpoint 
accuracy an individual's personality and what they 
would find offensive. He was great at deciphering if 
someone was feeding him bullshit and was confident in 
his approach with such people. It had been these 
personality traits that had enabled him to ascend the 
ranks of his profession and command the position and 
salary he did; and it was these very same traits that 
Elva was dreading as James would be able to see through 
any façade with ease. 

Elva looked at the clock and sighed deeply again. James 
had called from the airport to say they had touched 
down and as soon as he had cleared customs, he'd be in 
a cab home. Elva paced the floor like an expectant 
father and wondered if it really were true that she 
could wear a rut into the fabric beneath her feet! She 
had made herself several cups of coffee, more as a way 
of busying herself rather than to quench any thirst. 

Aware of her frustration, she collapsed onto a sofa, 
reaching for the TV remote and flicking through the 
stations aimlessly. Moments later, she switched it off 
again and reached for the magazine she had read a 
hundred times over. She flicked blindly through the 
pages, hoping to find a column or paragraph she had not 
seen before, her eyes swiftly scanning the text. She 
turned the page and she found the article about 
swinging and wife sharing and her heart almost stopped. 
Elva had almost forgotten about the article and she 
quickly turned the page before slamming the magazine 
closed. She sat back on the sofa and closed her eyes. 
She would have to throw the magazine into the trash 
before James got home in case he saw it. That would 
never do!

Elva sighed deeply again. She opened her eyes and gazed 
at the clock again.

Strangely, whilst Elva was dreading bringing the 
subject up, she needed to get it all off her chest as 
quickly as she could. She loved James and that love was 
unequivocal and absolute and she needed to communicate 
that to James, but that she had succumbed to pleasures 
of the flesh and it had all happened so fast and by 
mistake. She held her hands together in silent prayer 
that he would forgive her sins and that they could 
remain as close and in love as they had always been. 
Time, only, would tell. The last thirty six hours had 
been hell and now the time was up and she needed to be 
in full confession mode. 

Elva knew that her confession would be painful, not 
just for James but for her, too. Reliving the 
experience was not something she was relishing, yet it 
had to be done. Rather like cleaning shit from the 
toilet bowl, it's going to need to be done sometime so 
why not get it over with. After all, this sort of shit 
is not going to be easily flushed away!


Pain or pleasure?

James had gathered Elva in his arms as she had opened 
the door to him and he hugged her like he'd not seen 
her for decades, for that was how it felt to James. He 
hated being away from Elva for so long and especially 
when he was on another continent. He couldn't give a 
damn that he was letting all the heat from the house 
escape into the sub zero atmosphere. Hell, it had been 
too darned long without his wife for James to worry 
about a little global warming! His kisses were deep and 
lingering, tasting Elva for the first time in almost 
two weeks and his eagerness was akin to a teenager on a 
first date.

"Steady on!" Elva joked as she pulled away from his 
embrace. "It's as well I haven't got guests around to 
welcome you home!"

"You could have the entire population of the country 
here..." James smirked, "...I'm not embarrassed about 
showing the world I love you!"

Elva disengaged herself and wiggled her lovely arse 
down the hallway, leaving James to struggle with his 
luggage which had been ceremoniously dumped on the door 
step. He dragged his cases in and slammed the door 
behind him, feeling warm again for the first time since 
the plane touched down. Got, it was great to be home 
again and he kicked off his shoes by the door, noticing 
the snow on them already beginning to leave small 
puddles on the hallway floor.

The air had a scent of freshly made biscuits and coffee 
and as he made his way to the sitting room, he found a 
welcome breakfast awaiting him. He felt like some 
military hero returning from the battlefields.

"Oh, it's so good to be home!" he said, earnestly and 
he went to put his feet up on the coffee table. A look 
from Elva, however, made him change his mind and, in 
fairness, after thirty six hours of travelling, his 
feet were the last things that should come anywhere 
near fresh biscuits. 

"I'll run you a nice warm bath in a minute," Elva 
suggested and she saw that sparkle of love in James' 
eyes.

"I've missed you, honey" James confessed, pulling Elva 
by the arm until she toppled on to him. He kissed her 
again and held her soft, warm body close to his. It 
felt divine and he instantly felt young all over again. 
He was fatigued from the volume of work and the 
stresses of travelling. Yet he also knew his fatigue 
could be deferred for a couple of hours and he had just 
the solution.

"Come to bed with me!" he asked in a boyish way. Elva 
was not a big fan of men pleading, she thought men 
should be rugged and strong but James was not acting 
wimp-ish, but more subtle and considerate. He was 
asking in case she had other plans for the morning or 
if she was not in the mood. 

Elva had been in two minds. She had experienced sex a 
couple of days earlier and she had felt dirty and cheap 
because of it. But Elva knew that she should because 
not only would it prove to James that she loved him, 
but also that he needed some attention and that to deny 
him would probably leave him in a bad mood for some 
time. Right now, she needed him to be cheerful. Her 
confession would piss him off enough, she thought.

"On one condition," Elva replied, cupping his cheeky 
chin in her hand, "Go and have that bath first!" She 
gave him a playful slap on the cheek before standing 
and marching off to run him some water. She stopped at 
the doorway and looked back at his longing eyes. "You 
can have a shave, too!" she ordered before 
disappearing. James sat up on the sofa and saluted like 
an army general before reaching for a hot biscuit. 

Biting into the snack, he smiled as the sweet, buttery 
biscuit melted on his tongue, nodding his head in 
appreciation. Yes, it was good to be home and nothing 
could take away that feeling of belonging. 

Half an hour later, James had enjoyed a good long soak 
in a hot bath and had dragged a blade across his 
stubble until his face was smooth again. It was strange 
how something simple like a bath and a shave could 
raise his spirits and he wandered back into the bedroom 
with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Elva had been sat on the bed, awaiting his arrival and 
had changed into her night clothes with a dressing gown 
wrapped around her. She smiled at James but her smile 
was humourless and half hearted.

"Hey, are you OK honey?" James asked, rushing to her 
side. Elva looked down at the floor and nodded, weakly.

"Yeah, I've missed you lots, that's all," Elva said and 
she could feel her eyes beginning to well up. James 
took her left hand and squeezed it, feeling her wedding 
ring on her finger. Heck, he was so lucky to have her 
as a wife.

"Yeah! Me too," James replied. Despite the fact he had 
been so busy in his work whilst abroad, he had still 
missed Elva and had installed one of his favourite 
photo's as his wallpaper on his laptop.

"I love you," Elva confessed, kissing James as she 
spoke. James kissed her back and the kiss was a long, 
lingering kiss. Tongues touched and entwined and their 
kissing became more intense and passionate, neither 
wanting to terminate the kiss, breathing heavily 
through their noses. It was Elva who pulled away first.

"Make love to me," she begged and James smiled. He 
resumed the kissing and they both lowered themselves 
onto the bed. Elva's head touched the pillow first and 
memories of smooth, silk sheets from the other night 
became so vivid in her mind, that she inadvertently 
gasped in shock. 

"You're sounding horny!" James muttered, assuming her 
gasp was as a result of his return home. Without 
waiting for a reply, James resumed his kiss and he 
slowly tugged at the towelling belt of her gown, 
freeing it with relative ease and expertly throwing 
open the material to reveal Elva's sexy night wear. She 
was wearing an outfit he had bought her for Christmas 
which she had yet to wear in bed, a two piece set which 
had cost a lot of money in relation to the amount of 
material involved. James smiled inwardly to himself 
that he still thought it was worth it. He placed a hand 
on her tummy and stroked her skin which felt soft and 
warm. His hand moved slowly northwards towards the twin 
peaks that were Elva's breasts.

Still with his tongue locked around hers, James 
continued to stroke and massage her torso, noticing how 
every time his hand moved an inch closer to her 
breasts, the material offered no resistance.

Elva's breathing was beginning to become laboured, too, 
and she moved her hand towards the towelling robe that 
concealed the monster within. With no finesse, Elva 
tugged at the towel which swiftly separated from itself 
to reveal the erection she had grown to know and love. 
Almost instinctively, Elva reached her hand down and 
touched his firmness, remembering with pleasure every 
ridge and nobble on his erect penis. 

James' hands had now reached Elva's glorious Rocky 
Mountains and he began to caress her breasts, gently 
squeezing her nipples so they were hard. This felt so 
normal to Elva, especially after the events of a few 
days ago, yet normal was good, this was a nice normal! 
Right now, James was what she wanted and he was not 
about to disappoint her.

Elva closed her eyes in pleasure as James continued to 
arouse her, his expert fingers glided over her soft, 
warm skin, his tongue as delicate as butterfly wings as 
he teased, slowly making his way south to the valley 
between her legs. Like his chin, her pussy had been 
freshly shaved, a habit she had gotten into a long time 
before at James' request. He had a dislike of body hair 
on her and whilst Elva had no preference either way to 
pubic hair, she accommodated his request, soon getting 
used to the initial itch feeling. Now, it was the norm, 
rather like brushing teeth twice a day, and Elva was 
happy to please her man.

Elva could feel her tension mounting and her first 
orgasm was only moments away when things began to go 
wrong. James had moved down the bed a little so that he 
was now positioned between her legs and as he massaged 
her thighs, he leant forward and kissed her bald pussy.

"Aargh!" Elva yelped in reflex, almost leaping off the 
bed. James looked physically shaken. He'd never had 
that response from a woman before, especially not Elva. 
They had been married for...it didn't matter how long; 
she had never ever reacted like that before. James 
wondered if he had hurt her, rushed her or something. 
Maybe she had a twinge of pain or something. Yet only 
seconds before, she was in seventh heaven, responding 
favourably to his advances before the pleasure turned 
into pain.

Elva sat upright on the bed, her arms covering her 
breasts as though trying to hide her modesty and her 
eyes looked forlorn.

"What's up, sweetheart?" James asked with concern 
across his face. James' own heart had altered rhythm, 
doing everything from a waltz to the can-can!

"Nothing!" Elva lied. James could see darkness in her 
eyes and he recalled the strange silence on the phone a 
couple of days earlier. Something was wrong, he just 
knew it and whatever it was, it was spooking Elva to 
the extreme.

James moved back up the bed and sat next to Elva and 
she tried to avoid his gaze, fearful that he would look 
into her eyes and see into her very soul. She felt so 
depressed, the secret she held inside was tearing her 
apart yet she knew James would have to know. She loved 
him too much to keep it from him but by the same token, 
she was reluctant to spoil the fantastic relationship 
they had enjoyed for so many years. She felt the weight 
of the world on her shoulders and only one thing would 
ease that pressure. She had to confess to James her 
indiscretion and she knew it was going to be painful.

"James?" she began, her opening gambit more of a 
question than a statement, "I have something I need to 
tell you. Please promise you won't be angry."

James' heart sank. What was she about to tell him? Had 
she contracted some terminal illness? Was she pregnant? 
Was the house about to be repossessed?

"I won't be angry, I promise," James affirmed. They 
looked at each other in desperation, neither knowing 
what was about to be said. Elva took a deep breath and 
began.


Hail Mary

The restaurant was busy and waiters rushed around like 
worker ants, taking orders back to the kitchen and 
delivering platters of freshly cooked fare to the 
diners who waited eagerly for their meals to arrive. 
Gentle music played in the background and candles on 
the tables added an element of serenity to the 
atmosphere.

A half empty bottle of wine sat on the table between 
James and Elva next to a fresh carnation in a tiny 
vase. Elva looked more relaxed than she did earlier and 
her eyes had returned to normal. She had broken down 
and wept as she told James what had happened with 
Gerry, how he was lonely due to his wife's terminal 
illness and how he had introduced her to various people 
who indulged in swinging.

James had been surprised to discover how some of their 
mutual friends and other known characters from the 
community indulged in swinging but James had not felt 
repulsed. To the contrary, he found the entire thing 
most erotic and he listened with baited breath as Elva 
continued to reveal how Gerry had taken her to watch 
some couples indulging in a room, how she had become 
lost in the moment and started to touch herself. 
Between her sobs of remorse, she told James how Gerry 
had undone her dress and fondled her and eventually got 
her naked. 

James had been shocked by her revelations but he was 
not angry. He could never be angry with Elva, it was 
not part of his nature. Over the course of the next 
hour, Elva had told James how Kate had encouraged her 
to relax and how she had experienced (and enjoyed) girl 
on girl for the first time. Elva revealed how she had 
found herself shortly with a cock in her arse and 
another in her pussy, how none of them had used a 
condom and how she had even taken a cock in her mouth.

Elva had also been surprised, not just by James' 
understanding and compassion, but also by the fact her 
retelling the history of events had aroused her. 
Confused by her mixed emotions, she and James had made 
love and it was as good as she could ever remember. It 
was as though some magic had been sprinkled into their 
lives, some concoction that made them feel so much 
closer. Even their kisses were delivered with greater 
passion, like they really appreciated each other more 
than ever. 

Elva's fears that her indiscretion would tear them 
apart had been rinsed away as their relationship seemed 
to have become stronger, their love making more 
intense. James had found Elva's retell as erotic as he 
had ever known, and he had asked her to tell him again 
and again the things she had done whilst they made love 
to each other. Thirty six hours of travelling should 
have left James fit for nothing but with Elva, he felt 
rejuvenated as they ground their hips into each other, 
flesh on flesh.

They had made love for several hours, eventually 
falling into a deep sleep in each others arms. When 
they awoke, they smiled at each other and kissed before 
making love again. Despite the long sleep, Elva was 
shattered, both physically and emotionally, so James 
decided to treat his wife to a night off from the 
cooking, booking a table at their favourite restaurant. 

They had continued to talk about the swinging parties 
and each time they did, Elva felt less and less 
tearful. Her soul was being cleansed and it made her 
feel better, although she could not understand why it 
still aroused her.

James, too, had found the continued discussions 
arousing. He knew that within every woman, there is a 
hidden persona waiting to escape and sometimes, it just 
needed the right trigger. He had been endeavouring for 
many years to find the right buttons to press and 
despite having a lot of fun experimenting with her, 
Elva had never acceded to his requests. But maybe he 
just needed to approach it from a different angle. He 
had often wanted her to indulge in oral sex, anal sex 
and group sex. It was not that he wanted to degrade his 
lovely wife; on the contrary, he loved her as much as 
he could ever remember and since her revelations, his 
love had only grown stronger.

Many years of marriage can sometimes leave both 
partners a little bored, they had tried everything, 
done everything and had run out of ideas. James had 
often broached the subject of oral and anal but Elva 
had been unreceptive to his suggestions. He had also 
discussed the idea of Elva being fucked by another guy 
(or guys) and Elva had assumed it was nothing more than 
a bit of dirty talk as James usually discussed this 
whilst they were making love.

She had kept her self free of body hair for him, she 
had worn sexy lingerie and had endeavoured to please 
James, but she was very conscious of her attractiveness 
and as a mum with grown up kids, she felt it 
inappropriate to wear short skirts and the like. She 
was quite tall with long legs which James had pleaded 
with her to show off but Elva worried about the 
attention she might receive. In fairness, she enjoyed 
getting the stare from guys several years her junior 
and watching heads turn. It was nice to know you were 
still seen as a horny woman but she was totally devoted 
to James and didn't feel comfortable with other men 
ogling her.

James never stopped encouraging her to dress sexily but 
Elva never felt pressurised. She knew her own mind and 
she had her barriers. But since the swinging parties, 
Elva and James discovered that barriers can be moved 
and anything was possible.

Elva smiled sweetly at James as the waiter took away 
their plates and James refilled her wine glass which 
Elva had attacked with zest. After what she had been 
through, she needed a drink!

"I love you," James said, reaching out and taking her 
hand, feeling the wedding band on her ring finger 
again. Elva smiled and blew him a kiss across the table 
before removing her hand to take the desert menu from 
the waiter as he returned.

They ordered deserts and the waiter rushed away and 
James pondered on the idea that if table-waiting was an 
Olympic sport, this waiter would probably win Gold!

"Do you really still love me? After what... you know?" 
Elva stammered as she raised her wine glass, hoping the 
red liquid would hide her emotions a little. 

"I'll never stop loving you," James confessed.

"You mean you forgive me?" Elva affirmed. James nodded.

"Of course!"

"You're not angry with me?" she asked, incredulously. 
James shook his head.

"Not even a 'Hail Mary'?" Elva asked. She smiled her 
naughty smile, the one she kept for when she was being 
a minx.

"Not even a 'Hail Mary'..." James smiled, enjoying his 
wife flirting with him, "...although I do have some 
conditions." Elva's smiled wavered.

"And they are?" she asked tentatively.

"Firstly, do you still love me?" he asked. 

"Of course I do" Elva replied, placing her glass down 
and reaching across to touch James' hand. They looked 
into each others eyes and they could see the love 
within and it was comforting for both of them. Nothing 
had changed, their love was as solid as anything.

"Secondly..." James continued, "...I'd like us to go to 
one of these parties together. I'd love to see first 
hand what goes on and if there is anyone else I 
recognise!" Elva stared at James, her pupils suddenly 
becoming wider.

"You...you... you can't be serious?" she stuttered. 

"Why not?" he countered. 

"Err...well... I'm not sure I'd be comfortable in those 
surroundings" she confessed. Elva found the idea 
distasteful yet her arguments were weak, almost as 
though she wanted to be talked into going again. She 
had no feelings for Gerry, other than some compassion 
for his poor wife being ill, yet she felt OK in his 
company. Sure, he'd encouraged her to watch and indulge 
and she felt let down he had abused her innocence yet 
she felt herself dampen in her panties again. James had 
suggested they go and watch and that seemed harmless 
enough and Elva secretly felt she would like to see 
some more.

"You'll be fine because we'll go together. I'll look 
after you!" James assured her and despite her 
reluctance, Elva found her self nodding in agreement. 
What the fuck was wrong with her, agreeing to go to a 
swinging party with her husband in light of what 
happened last time? James smiled and held a gasp as she 
nodded. Could she really be in agreement to go to a 
swinging party with him? He wanted so much more than 
that, he had imagined Elva being fucked by strangers 
many times before, it had been one of his fantasies for 
several years but getting Elva to agree to attend one 
of these functions was a first step. He'd bide his time 
and see how things panned out.

"Any other conditions?" Elva asked, interrupting his 
train of thought. 

"Only one," James said, coldly, his eyes narrowing as 
though about to make an offer that she felt obliged to 
agree to. Elva felt momentarily nervous and she felt an 
involuntary shiver run down her spine. 

"And that is...?" she asked, her voice slow with just a 
hint of trembling within.

"Let me have a spoonful of your chocolate mousse!" 
James blurted. Elva didn't know whether to laugh out 
loud or slap him across the face for teasing her. It 
was her turn to make her eyes narrow and put on a stern 
voice.

"Don't push your luck, sunshine!" she muttered, placing 
her forearm around her desert as though guarding it 
from the monster across the table from her. Hell, it 
was good to see her sense of humour return and James 
smiled before bursting out laughing. The laugh was 
contagious and Elva soon joined in, receiving a host of 
dirty looks from nearby diners.


Epilogue or prologue?

Elva held her breath as the climax rocketed through her 
body, the first of many she would experience that 
evening. James was stood behind her, his neck buried in 
her neck as he kissed her as his fingers busied 
themselves in her panties. Before them, the scene of 
Gerry and another couple entertained each other as the 
lady accommodated both guys with youthful zest.

Elva found her self learning more and more and, as a 
mature student, she was surprised she still had so much 
more to learn. Gerry was a patient teacher and was more 
than happy for James and Elva to watch. He knew it 
would not be long before they joined in and Gerry was 
looking forward to experiencing Elva's pussy. She had a 
tight arse and he guessed her pussy would not be that 
different, which would be a delightful incentive for 
him. Add to that she was probably the prettiest lady in 
the entire group and was ripe for the picking, the 
coming weeks were looking decidedly interesting.

Elva had discarded her inhibitions along with her skirt 
and panties as James continued to arouse his wife 
whilst others watched. This had been one of James' 
little fantasies for some time and he had been 
overjoyed when Elva had agree to contact Gerry and 
obtained invitations for both her and James to attend 
the next function. 

Nervous but excited, James was surprised just how 
candid everyone was and despite some very high profile 
figures from the world of commerce, local politics and 
media, there were ordinary folk within the fold, too. 
If nothing else, it was also an opportunity to network 
and business would be done whilst screwing a business 
partners wife or girlfriend. In fact, some guys would 
bring their wives and mistress and business would be 
transacted with all parties being involved. Handshakes 
and verbal agreements were all that were needed, the 
proverbial gentleman's agreement. Contracts were 
exchanged by taking the opposite's wife and returning 
them next day with the legal documents for the business 
deal.

James could see how even lowly people like he and Elva 
could benefit with things like job offers, preferential 
rates on goods and services or even a friendly word 
with the local planning department. Late payment of tax 
could be overlooked or parking fines excused in return 
for your partners pussy but the potential was never 
abused. It could have been so easy for these high 
ranking people to become really corrupt, yet the 
gentlemanly attitude over-rode everything else. Common 
sense was king and emotions considered. Wives would not 
be exchanged if they did not fancy their would-be 
suitor and often, a substitute would need to be found 
but the main emphasis was on fun.

Gerry had told them both that swinging resulted in 
saving more marriages than it destroyed as all parties 
were fully aware and involved in the scene. He told 
them it was better to fuck about with your partner's 
knowledge and agreement, then to go behind their backs. 
Jealousy was eradicated early on as those who couldn't 
get their head around the matter, left the fold 
promptly whilst those who were comfortable often 
remained life time members.

Elva had been amazed that some members of the fold were 
in their late seventies and still active. At first, she 
thought it gross that any guy would want to shaft a 
saggy, wrinkly old woman until she found that their 
agility and willingness to please was all a man wanted. 
Elva could connect with that, her first husband had 
been a totally selfish shit and would have been happy 
with any woman who took his seed with no demands.

James had enquired how bad the jealousy could get and 
Gerry had relayed anecdotal evidence of what he had 
seen. Elva had been disturbed by Gerry's stories until 
Gerry told them these were as common as rocking horse 
shit. In the general, all parties consent to the 
activity and were happy. A 'no' was still a 'no' he 
reminded them, although Elva made a mental note to 
learn more about the etiquette and the clubs signals. 
She was still on a steep learning curve!

James had reached a hand up and cupped one of Elva's 
ample breasts, noticing how her nipples stood proud and 
as he unbuttoned her top, he could feel her chest 
heaving with excitement. She had begged James before 
they came to forgive her and James had agreed, just as 
he had done so in the restaurant the previous week. He 
had completed his overseas project and had worked hard 
to finish his tasks early and if you work hard, you 
need to play hard!

James removed Elva's top and it slid to the floor along 
with her skirt and panties. Elva had obliged James by 
going bra-less tonight and as the cool air met her warm 
flesh, an involuntary shudder ran through her body, 
part cold and part excitement. Elva knew others could 
see her naked and James arousing her but in her mind, 
she blocked out the negative thoughts, placing mental 
barriers to protect herself initially. 

She had tried to imagine just her and James in their 
bedroom or in a hotel, just the two of them being 
romantic and showing each other their love. But as the 
evening evolved and as her second climax beckoned, the 
barriers came down. She couldn't give a shit that she 
was naked and being turned on by her husband in the 
presence of others, as those others were also indulging 
in similar activities.

Elva had wondered how James could find it in himself to 
forgive her. She had never been unfaithful to James and 
had been loyal and true to him for all their married 
years. She had only ever had one affair and that was 
when she was married to her shit of a first husband. 
Could it be she was a serial offender, going off with 
other men whilst married? She had doubted herself and 
thought had James been unfaithful to her, she would 
have felt bitterly betrayed.

James, however, was not that sort of guy which was 
fantastic yet also maybe away from the norm. How could 
a guy be happy with his wife fucking other men? Could 
it be normal? She had broached the subject and James 
had been incredibly patient with her, explaining that 
it was not abnormal to fantasise about that sort of 
thing. It was also common for people to want their 
fantasies to come true and that was why people 
indulged. It took away the need for screwing around 
behind their partner's backs, stalking or any other 
socially unacceptable behaviour. Whilst wife swapping 
was not generally accepted, it was acknowledged and 
those who indulged were generally very discrete. 

It was about sex and sensation, not love. It was about 
seeing their partner satisfied in different ways that 
the husband maybe could not deliver. It was a way of 
enabling a wife to enjoy large cocks, multiple cocks, 
different coloured cocks, different positions, new 
ideas and an entire range of sexual benefits that one 
could not get from a monogamous marriage.

James had always imagined this day, how it would be and 
what it would feel like. He wondered if he was 
emotionally strong enough to deal with the trauma of 
seeing Elva in the arms of another man or men, to watch 
her satisfy them in the way she satisfies James 
himself. He wondered if Elva would have the emotional 
resolve to handle the emotion of performing intimate 
acts with other guys with him just a couple of feet 
away.

Until recently, James doubted she would even dress 
provocatively again, like maybe she did in her youth. 
But the relationship with Gerry and his chums had 
reactivated Elva's darker side, the erotic, sexy slut 
that festered within her persona, the hard exterior 
with strong family tendencies that could switch to 
horny bitch in the twinkling of an eye.

Elva moaned out loud as her next orgasm began to build, 
her plateau at a stage where any moment now, she would 
reach her crescendo and, with it, loose temporary 
control of herself as the orgasm would take over her 
body in glorious style, making every single nerve cell 
tingle like a hundred million tiny pin pricks against 
her soft, tender flesh. Her moaning was so extreme, 
that Gerry suspended his fucking to watch as James 
expertly brought her to the brink. 

James noticed his audience and ordinarily might have 
been bashful but this was not about him, it was about 
Elva and her need to enjoy herself. With the briefest 
of nods, he gestured for Gerry to join him and Elva and 
Gerry willingly obliged, his lover more than happy to 
accommodate the new members' needs.

Elva's eyes were shut tight yet she could sense Gerry 
was in front of her and she threw her head back in 
delight as he cupped a breast and gently caressed it 
before plunging the nipple into his mouth, sucking and 
licking simultaneously. Elva gasped for breath as James 
continued to frig her, his fingers over her clitoris 
like a lead guitar player's fingers over his 
instrument, swift but delicate. 

Elva suddenly arched her back, thrusting her torso and 
hips forwards and James struggled momentarily to retain 
his balance as her climax rattled through her frame 
like an earthquake. She all but collapsed in James' 
arms and he laid her gently on the bed, lying on top of 
her and kissing her passionately.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear between kisses. 
Elva smiled and reached down between them, finding his 
firm erection and placing it against her love lips.

"Fuck me," she begged. James smiled down at her.

"What about the others?" he enquired.

"They can wait," she said wryly, forcing James into her 
love channel. 

"No they can't!" James assured her. 

"What are you suggesting then?" Elva asked, 
inquisitively, her eyebrows raised in exclamation. 
Again, James smiled.

"I think you should show your appreciation to our 
hosts," James suggested but his voice intimated there 
was no room for negotiation. In silent approval, Elva 
gently disengaged herself from James and rolled over 
onto all fours. Gerry took up position on the bed next 
to Elva, face up and she took no encouragement to mount 
him, placing a knee over his hips, taking his erection 
in her hand and lowering herself onto him. Gerry sighed 
in exquisite delight as her moist, bald vagina slid 
down onto his rock hard cock. 

The second guy knelt behind her and again, without 
lubrication, pushed the tip of his cock into her arse. 
Elva mumbled but not in pain as the stranger slid 
himself deeper into her anus, feeling the tight muscles 
around his average sized dick. Gerry could feel through 
Elva's inner membranes the presence of another cock 
inside her and that was a sensation he'd always 
enjoyed. His own wife had indulged in that once before 
with him, before she became ill, and had the other guy 
not been so big to have given he
r an anal fissure, she would probably have tried it 
again.

But with two holes filled, James took the opportunity 
to place his own hard on in front of Elva's face. She 
was not a big fan of oral sex but in these surroundings 
when everyone was relaxed and friendly, Elva had 
discovered that things she might otherwise have found 
offensive were now acceptable.

To James' delight, Elva opened her mouth and took his 
throbbing cock into it, allowing her lips to close 
gently around it. Elva could feel his pulse against her 
lips and she ran her tongue over his cock head, really 
enjoying for the first time the salty taste of pre-cum.

James mumbled incomprehensible sounds of pleasure as 
Elva bobbed her head to provide momentum, whipping her 
tongue across his penis head in random movements, 
adding to James' pleasure whilst the two other guys 
pounded their erections into her holes in an act of 
double penetration.

Elva began to moan again as Gerry reached up and cupped 
her tits whilst the other guy had moved a hand around 
her waist, moving it down until he found her clitoris.

Elva experienced two orgasms almost simultaneously, the 
second hitting her moments after the first had 
dissipated. She disengaged herself from her husband, 
gasping for breath like a marathon runner. Sweat 
dribbled down her forehead and her body trembled with 
eager anticipation of further sexual stimulation.

"Fuck me, boys!" she begged, "Keep fucking me. Fuck me 
all night" she demanded. With little further 
persuasion, the guys obliged, filling her holes with 
their dicks and their cum, bringing Elva to climax 
several times more before collapsing in a big heap. 
During that time, Elva had lost her bearings as to who 
was in each hole, asking only that the dicks were 
cleaned with a wet-wipe before coming anywhere near a 
different orifice. 

"Wow! She's one horny lady," Elva heard someone say as 
she fell into a short powernap between fucks and only 
later would she learn she had attracted quite an 
audience. 

As the evening progressed into night time and then in 
to the early hours of the next morning, it seemed that 
other than James, her other two sexual playmates were 
alternating with other members of the audience. Over a 
period of five or six hours, she estimated maybe a 
dozen or so guys had taken a turn of fucking her face, 
arse or cunt.

It was the following lunchtime when she and James woke 
up in bed together back home that she learned in 
greater detail what had happened. Elva listened as 
though this was a bit of gossip about a neighbour or 
close friend but it slowly dawned on her that the story 
was about her.

God, she felt so cheap yet she was not embarrassed 
about it. She was in two minds whether to be forlorn or 
proud. James ranted on like some sports pundit, leaving 
no technical matter unturned and Elva realised not only 
was James amazed by her antics, but proud of her, too! 
He was so supportive and accepting that he even made 
Elva brunch in bed. They sat, snuggled up to each other 
under the duvet as they talked, ignoring the phone if 
it rang or anyone knocking on the door. This was their 
special time and everyone else would have to wait.

James relayed to Elva how she had experienced her first 
black cock, a guy of mixed race who had been the last 
one to enter her before exhaustion finally took its 
toll. Elva discovered how he had struggled to put a 
condom over his enormous tool and how he had entered 
her from behind, choosing her pussy as he doubted if 
her arse would accommodate his enormity. James told how 
even he, himself, had held his breath as the black guy 
had entered Elva and how he was amazed that she had 
found room for him. Elva recalled something touching 
her so deep inside, it had stimulated nerve cells she 
never even knew existed and it was those nerve cells 
that sent her into her final orgasm before she passed 
out.

Elva then felt embarrassed that one of the other ladies 
present had to finish the poor black guy off as Elva 
was then out for the count! But at no point did she 
ever feel her love for James, nor his love for her, was 
in doubt. 

Elva asked several poignant questions such as had James 
strayed and got involved with another woman whilst she 
was... entertaining.

James had laughed out loud at her question. She had 
been so engrossed with the other guys, she had not even 
noticed the whereabouts of her own husband! He had 
initially teased her, saying he'd gone downstairs for a 
pizza and to watch some TV before telling her he had 
been with her all the time.

Elva had felt some relief at his revelation, not least 
the fact he hadn't gone off with some floozy or 
something. But her relief was more down to the fact 
that James had not deserted her, left her to the evil, 
wicked ways of Gerry and his buddies.

Elva was unsure when James reminded her that her body 
had also been enjoyed by other ladies who had taken the 
time to pleasure her yet her uncertainty was not an 
uncomfortable one.

James and Elva continued to talk, however, and as the 
conversation became more sordid, so their own arousal 
became stronger, more intense and their breathing 
became raspier. 

It was James who found himself pinned down as Elva 
flipped a knee across him, mounting him with expert 
ease.

"Take me, big boy," she whispered seductively in his 
ear as she lowered herself onto his erect penis, 
impaling herself on him. She loved being close to 
James, his firm thighs a by-product of his tennis 
playing, thrusting themselves into her pelvis as they 
writhed together in glorious copulation.

James reached a hand to her face and cupped her chin, 
directing her lips towards his. Never had Elva's lips 
tasted so sweet, so tender and succulent as they did 
that evening. Slowly, Elva ground her hips in a 
circular motion, thrusting herself deeper onto James as 
her tongue entwined with his. She reached her hand to 
his and removed it from her chin and placing it on her 
aching nipple that was begging for some attention. Elva 
could hardly believe her own feelings. She was feeling 
like a teenager all over again, her heightened senses a 
result of the recent over stimulation.

With tantalising tardiness, James teased her, stroking 
gently the underside of her breasts before allowing his 
finger to circumnavigate her areola, leaving her pert 
nipple to last. Elva had tried desperately to brush her 
nipple against his hand but James was enjoying the game 
too much to be beaten.

Elva eventually disengaged from the kiss and between 
catching her breath, almost growled at James. Aware of 
her frustration, James acceded to her needs, tweaking 
her nipples with a firm but gentle motion that had Elva 
moaning in delight in nanoseconds. 

"Tell me what it was like" he whispered to her as she 
writhed on his tool. Elva felt too self conscious to 
talk about her experiences anymore but James persisted.

"Tell me what it was like," he urged again. "Did Gerry 
do this to you?" he asked, making his fingers tweak and 
pull on her nipple. Elva might ordinarily squeal in 
pain but this night, she just moaned in utter 
satisfaction.

"Ooh, yes!" Elva responded and James was left wondering 
if she had answered his question or was muttering her 
appreciation of his efforts at arousing her.

"Did you want Gerry to fuck you?" James asked, finding 
his thrusting movements becoming more vigorous with 
each stroke.

"Mmm!" Elva answered which again left James uncertain.

"Did someone come inside you?" James asked as his 
breathing became more and more difficult.

"They all did," Elva replied, her eyes shut as she 
relived in her mind the moments of that first night 
with Gerry. No longer was she ashamed of what had 
happened, she was proud of her actions but only because 
of James' encouragement and understanding.

"Gerry came in my arse..." Elva began, her own 
breathing now so rapid and shallow she was almost 
unable to talk, "...and the other two...took turns 
to... fuck me and... come inside me!" she gasped, her 
voice almost drowned out by the slapping of flesh as 
their hips met each other with increasing pace.

"How did it feel?" James asked, trying to hold back his 
excitement. He loved a bit of dirty talk whilst making 
love but to have dirty talk about a genuine experience 
was beyond his wildest imagination, having his wife 
spit roasted on a plethora of pricks.

"Kate licked... all the come out... of me!" Elva 
confessed, "...some sort of... initiation thing!"

"What was the best thing?" James asked. His imagination 
was running wild and he was just moments away from 
blowing his load. He had tried every method he could 
remember to contain his climax but it was imminent. No 
amount of recalling boring political speeches or 
complex wiring diagrams could halt the inevitable.

"Having you watch me whilst I fucked other men!" Elva 
gasped and as she did so, her vaginal muscles tensed so 
hard with her climax, she thought she might split in 
two. Her own dirty talk had toppled her over the edge 
into the valley of climax. James felt her muscles 
around his own throbbing cock clench tight but her 
thrusting had continued and the sensation was akin to 
masturbating with a vice. 

"Oh shit!" he exclaimed as the contents of his scrotum 
emptied into her waiting vagina, spurting its warm, 
salty liquid deep into her cervix that until recently, 
had been James' and his alone for so many years.

But Elva was not satisfied with just one orgasm; at 
least, not any more. She had grown accustomed to 
multiple orgasms and would not be happy until she lost 
count. 

She opened her eyes and looked down at her husband, the 
only lover she had needed for all these years. God, she 
was lucky to have him and she loved him so much.

"Are you OK?" she enquired, aware her actions and 
enhanced needs could send him into overdrive and, 
subsequently, into a cardiac unit. James nodded but it 
was evident he was having trouble getting his breath 
back. Christ, she had become so horny almost overnight! 
James wondered if there was anything else she was 
concealing, like some elixir of some sort with magical 
powers that increased the juvenile energy that time had 
slowly eroded.

"Wow!" was all he could muster between sucking in air 
like it was in limited supply. He'd heard someone say 
it the other night and it seemed to sum up the 
excitement in one simple phrase.

"Can't you keep up?" Elva teased. James pulled her 
close to him and they kissed tenderly. Elva could feel 
his erection receding and she knew she would have to 
wait a while but James would ensure she was properly 
satisfied. He was not twenty one any more, she mused.

"You've turned into quite a minx," James stated but not 
in a sadistic way. Elva looked quizzically at him again 
but James smiled. "I like it!" he confirmed before 
kissing her gently again.

"You've wanted me to do this for a long time haven't 
you?" Elva asked. James wanted to lie, to hide the fact 
that this had long been one of his fantasies but he 
could not lie to Elva. He nodded his head in 
affirmation.

"Why? Why did you want to watch me have sex with 
another guy?" she asked and James could tell her 
emotional side was kicking in. "How could you want the 
one you love to cheat on you?" she completed her series 
of questions.

James remained in silent thought for a few moments 
before taking a large breath.

"It's like this," he began, "I've always known how 
horny and sexy you are and I felt guilty that I was 
keeping it all to myself. It's a bit like showing off 
and because I am so proud of you and your beauty, and 
the fact you are mine, I wanted to show you off." He 
paused for a moment as further thoughts assembled in 
his mind like soldiers on a parade ground. 

"I knew there were things lurking within you, spectres 
from your previous relationships that have haunted you, 
restricted you from really letting go. I've known you 
were holding back from all your inner most feelings and 
because your ex let you down, you felt reluctant to 
indulge in anything other than straight forward sex. 
You've always felt self conscious about your legs, 
haven't you?" he asked. 

Elva nodded. She had refused to wear short skirts 
despite her lovely figure and she could see how this 
had affected both of their lives. It had made her feel 
frumpy and middle aged and had made James feel 
insignificant. He had wanted to enjoy her body and she 
had refused him that privilege. 

"I guess your ex must have really turned you off. I 
mean the fact that you detested things like oral and 
anal, I assumed had been down to him," James suggested 
and Elva averted his gaze. He knew her far too well and 
he had hit the nail pretty much on the head. She nodded 
slowly to acknowledge his comments.

"But I knew you secretly needed to return to your 
sexual potential..." James continued, "...and that if 
the right situation presented itself to you, you could 
really turn the corner and release some of that old 
self that you have kept locked away for so many years."

Elva continued to nod as James spoke and his voice 
remained calm. He could so easily have ranted and 
raved, years of his own frustration building within 
him, yet he was as calm as a flat sea as he spoke.

"I knew that I, alone, could not extinguish the fear 
within you. I guess the fact that your ex treated you 
like shit had scarred you for life. You needed to know 
that not all men are bastards and that we can be caring 
and loving. Not only that, but we can satisfy you 
sexually as well as emotionally."

"But this situation is a bit..." Elva paused to find 
the correct word, "...extreme to say the least!"

"But don't you see?" James said, sitting up a little, 
"That was what it needed, like a car sometimes needs a 
jump start on a cold morning. In your case, it needed a 
group sex session to kick start it. I don't know why, 
but it did and it worked!" James concluded. Elva hung 
her eyes low and tried to avoid James' gaze. 

"What's up?" he asked, concern in his voice. Had he 
offended her, had he hurt her by bringing up her 
previous history and her ex? He had no idea but she had 
clammed up and her lip began to quiver. He sat and 
cuddled her, his actions full of compassion and caring 
love as he stroked her face.

"Tell me. Please?" he begged. Elva looked at him as her 
eyes began to well up with tears.

"It's what you just said" she muttered. James suddenly 
felt awful. He had offended her and he felt like a 
right bastard.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Was it anything in 
particular?" James continued to stroke her hair and 
kiss her head as she snuggled into his shoulder. Elva 
sniffed as she held back the tears.

"Promise you won't get angry?" she pleaded. The replay 
of "Previously in your life," replayed again in her 
mind but this time, the memories went back further.  
James kissed her head again and whispered gently to 
her.

"I promise I won't get angry." There was a long pause 
whilst Elva gathered her courage to confess to James 
further secrets that no one had ever been told, not 
even her best girl friends. James allowed her time, 
knowing she would tell him when she was ready.

"It's just..." Elva sniffed, "...when you said I needed 
group sex to kick start me..." she paused momentarily, 
"...when my...ex...treated me like he did and I went 
off with another guy, it was a blessed release from 
years of longing for something I thought I might never 
experience. It was then that I began to long for..." 
again she paused for a moment, "...more than one guy. 
The thoughts had me feeling like a cheap, dirty slut 
but the feelings never left me, they never went away. 
He'd always show me off in front of his mates and let 
them leer at me but he'd always leave me wanting" she 
said. James remained silent for a few moments, knowing 
this was Elva's chance to really open up. His patience 
paid off as she continued.

"Some of his friends were really nice people and I'd 
often lie in bed at night after he'd... you know?" she 
paused for a moment, "...and he'd be asleep and I'd 
just lie there dreaming of his mates making love to me, 
making me feel like a woman again, frigging myself off 
until I came. I dreamt that if I had several men 
together, at least one of them would finish me off 
properly. That was why I strayed from him; because I 
never felt he loved me."

"Do I make you feel like that?" James asked 
tentatively, not sure if he wanted Elva to answer this 
question.

"No. With you, I feel totally loved and cared for." Her 
answer was cold and blunt but not without some feeling. 
"Which is why I felt so confused when the situation 
with Gerry arose. I felt like I was on autopilot, I 
swear to you, I never meant it to happen, not at first, 
anyway!"

"What about now?" James asked, his mind spinning with 
Elva's most recent revelations.

"Now?" she replied, raising her eyes to the ceiling as 
though searching for an answer from above, some divine 
message from God himself. "Now, I'm not sure."

"Not sure?" James pressed.

"I wish it had never have happened. What I did was 
wrong and I feel bad that I cheated on you. But look at 
us now. We're as happy as we've ever been. Maybe you 
were right, I needed some sort of kick start!"

"Do you really wish it hadn't happened? You know, with 
Gerry and that?" James asked inarticulately. His mind 
was too full of mixed emotions to be focusing on his 
grammar!

"Of course!" Elva retorted a little too fast. James 
remained silent but he looked deep into her eyes and 
Elva began to feel her face flush a little.

"Well, maybe a little bit..." she smiled. Her heart 
fluttered like a girl with a teenage crush as she saw 
James smile as well.

"Well, I for one..." James stated, starting to sound a 
little pompous, "...am glad it happened!"

"Get you!" Elva replied, teasing him for his holier 
than thou approach.

"I think it has brought us much closer together" James 
said, his voice more his business 'no messing' voice, 
the one he usually reserved for important telephone 
calls. Elva looked up at him and kissed him.

"Me too!" she agreed.

"So where do we go from here?" James asked. Elva 
shrugged her shoulders.

"Somewhere warm for a vacation" Elva suggested.

"How about a hedonistic week in the Caribbean?" James 
said out loud. Elva winced.

"Don't you think we've had enough showing off in front 
of other people?" Elva said. James looked disappointed.

"But I thought..." he started but Elva interrupted him.

"You thought I enjoyed it too?" she finished his 
sentence for him. James nodded.

"Don't you think we've had enough of other people in 
our marriage already this month?" Elva posed the 
question. James shook his head.

"But there's so much more to experience" he bleated. 

"Like what?"

"Like..." James thought carefully before revealing his 
next favourite fantasy, "...like sloppy seconds!" 

It took a few moments for the penny to drop and Elva 
stuck out her tongue in disgust at the idea. "Yeuch!" 
she blurted.

"You didn't think that when those two guys each filled 
you up," James retorted defensively.

"But that was different," Elva replied, trying to cross 
her arms.

"How was that different?" 

"Err... it just was, OK?" Elva responded before huffing 
out loud. 

"But you would like to go back though, wouldn't you?" 
James suggested and Elva put her palm out to stop 
him... and paused. She was still deeply in love with 
her husband but he had taken almost fifteen minutes and 
still was as soft as an hour old ice cream on a hot, 
summer's day. The idea of having her needs fulfilled by 
another willing erection had been attractive to her.

The momentary pause had been enough to confirm it to 
James.

"That's a deal then!" he declared. "This is not the 
epilogue, this is more like the prologue!"

"Hang on a minute!" Elva protested, "What's in it for 
me?"

James rolled her over on to her back and kissed her, 
pressing his body close to hers, feeling her chest 
rising and falling with her breathing. His cock, erect 
again after a break, was back to its effective self and 
its in-built sat-nav was guiding its way towards Elva's 
labia which were still moist from earlier.

"What's in it for you?" James said as he pulled away 
from the kiss and slipping his cock deep into her warm 
and willing pussy. 

"Plenty more of these," he whispered in her ear.

END

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