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Back in the 90s, we had been married a few years, we got into swinging, not regularly, just a few chosen couples who we knew from work and suchlike. One of these couples we got to know pretty well, intimately and fairly frequently. As thing happen, over time we lost contact with these couples. Quite recently, and out of the blue Mike contacted me through FB, apparently I came up as one of those ‘people you may know’ messages, and he got in touch.
After a few passages of messages on FB about old times we learned that Mike and Ellie had divorced about 10 years ago and he was now remarried. Julie was pleased to be in contact with and old friend and we asked them over for drinks, Mike suggested we met up in a pub local to Julie and I, we agreed.
Julie and I arrived at the pub to find Mike alone, he explained that his wife had had to go and tend to her sick mother across town, and that she sent her apologies.
As the evening went on, and the drinks flowed, Julie was obviously warming to our old mate, touching hands, arm in arm at the table, laughing and joking. We discussed the reasons for the breakup of his marriage to Ellie, he confessed that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac and had a severe medical, gynaecological fetish, so bed that she eventually had many affairs to satiate her fetish for all things medical. It was these numerous affairs that caused the breakup.
To my surprise Julie seemed to dwell on this fetish of Ellies, asking what it involved, who and how etc, she wanted to know all the details, of course Mike was only too happy to be talking to my wife about Gynaecological kinks and all the practices and apparatus. Julie claimed she was shocked and was not aware that such things went on. For a mid fifties ex swinger and devotee of VHS porn, I found this hard to believe. Mike described, in detail Ellies particular favourite kink, medical insertions, in any hole.
I joined in the conversation and relaised I was getting aroused, all this talk, to my loving wife about fetishes, insertions etc was giving me a stiffy. I know now, with hindsight, it was wetting Julies knickers too.
By the time we were ready for off, quite merry, but not drunk, I was quite determined that Julie and our friend were going to fuck before the night was out. I asked him home for a nightcap to which he agreed. When we were back at ours, I went to get the drinks from the kitchen, on my return I immediately noticed that Julie had taken up her flashing position on the sofa, the pose she kept for male guests back in the day. She was semi reclined along the sofa, her feet on the cushions, her back against the arm rest, she had picked up one of the loose cushions and had it laid across her thighs, she did this in order that she could slide down the sofa, let her dress ride up but because of the cushion, she could pretend that she wasn’t aware that she was showing thigh.
Mike was sat on the floor at Julies feet, arm rested on the sofa, hand stroking innocuously stroking Julies foot as they chatted and chuckled about old times. I gave them their drinks and took up position on the floor at the opposite end of the sofa to Mike. Sure enough, as we chatted and drink, Julie would shift her position slightly, sliding a little more down the sofa, allowing her skirt to ride up until the tops of her tights and her arse cheek were exposed. She had also, accidentally allowed her legs apart a little letting Mike see right up her skirt. I occasionally glanced at Mike, he grinned back, he knew what she was doing.
Still stroking Julie, but this time a little higher than her nylon clad foot, he was now running his finger tips on the back of her calf Mike broached the subject of swinging, a subject we had been consciously working around all night. He asked us both if we had kept up the fun and games, to which we replied in the negative, one sorta gets out of the seeing of things as it were, pun intended, apart from that, there was a dearth of couples of that nature of our age group.
Mike commented that Julie sounded disappointed that we were no longer active, She assured him she was not disappointed, telling him it had been fun but we had moved on now, my heart sank.
Mike agreed, he commented that he probably wouldn’t know how to start these days, how to kick things of as it were, I suddenly had an impulse, it was now or never, I turned and put my arms around Julies shoulders, pinning her to the sofa and planted a passionate kiss on her lips before she could react, I came up for air and Juls was giggling, “This is how you start it off Mike” I said, and kissed her again, my back was turned toward Mike, and Julies lower half but I sensed him moving, I then felt Julie stiffen in my arms, I looked into her eyes and saw a look of shock, even then I resisted the urge to look down toward her legs, to find out if Mike had followed my urging.
She let out a little gasp, I kissed her again, she broke away, turning her head to Mike and calling him by his Sunday name, “Michael” she exclaimed in mock chastisement, only now I looked down to see my mate with his head buried between Julies thighs, kissing her cunt through her tights and knickers, I noted that whilst she was telling him off, she had also opened her legs for him. I returned to kissing her, but this time I moved my left hand to her breast and began to massage her tits through the bra and blouse she wore.
She had now stopped pretending she was unwilling, I felt her lift her body from the sofa and I knew she was allowing Mike to pull down her knickers and tights, seconds later I looked around to see him kissing my wife’s hirsute cunt, her knickers and tan tights stretched between her parted shins. Even at 50 something,
the flame had not died completely.
After a few passages of messages on FB about old times we learned that Mike and Ellie had divorced about 10 years ago and he was now remarried. Julie was pleased to be in contact with and old friend and we asked them over for drinks, Mike suggested we met up in a pub local to Julie and I, we agreed.
Julie and I arrived at the pub to find Mike alone, he explained that his wife had had to go and tend to her sick mother across town, and that she sent her apologies.
As the evening went on, and the drinks flowed, Julie was obviously warming to our old mate, touching hands, arm in arm at the table, laughing and joking. We discussed the reasons for the breakup of his marriage to Ellie, he confessed that she was a bit of a nymphomaniac and had a severe medical, gynaecological fetish, so bed that she eventually had many affairs to satiate her fetish for all things medical. It was these numerous affairs that caused the breakup.
To my surprise Julie seemed to dwell on this fetish of Ellies, asking what it involved, who and how etc, she wanted to know all the details, of course Mike was only too happy to be talking to my wife about Gynaecological kinks and all the practices and apparatus. Julie claimed she was shocked and was not aware that such things went on. For a mid fifties ex swinger and devotee of VHS porn, I found this hard to believe. Mike described, in detail Ellies particular favourite kink, medical insertions, in any hole.
I joined in the conversation and relaised I was getting aroused, all this talk, to my loving wife about fetishes, insertions etc was giving me a stiffy. I know now, with hindsight, it was wetting Julies knickers too.
By the time we were ready for off, quite merry, but not drunk, I was quite determined that Julie and our friend were going to fuck before the night was out. I asked him home for a nightcap to which he agreed. When we were back at ours, I went to get the drinks from the kitchen, on my return I immediately noticed that Julie had taken up her flashing position on the sofa, the pose she kept for male guests back in the day. She was semi reclined along the sofa, her feet on the cushions, her back against the arm rest, she had picked up one of the loose cushions and had it laid across her thighs, she did this in order that she could slide down the sofa, let her dress ride up but because of the cushion, she could pretend that she wasn’t aware that she was showing thigh.
Mike was sat on the floor at Julies feet, arm rested on the sofa, hand stroking innocuously stroking Julies foot as they chatted and chuckled about old times. I gave them their drinks and took up position on the floor at the opposite end of the sofa to Mike. Sure enough, as we chatted and drink, Julie would shift her position slightly, sliding a little more down the sofa, allowing her skirt to ride up until the tops of her tights and her arse cheek were exposed. She had also, accidentally allowed her legs apart a little letting Mike see right up her skirt. I occasionally glanced at Mike, he grinned back, he knew what she was doing.
Still stroking Julie, but this time a little higher than her nylon clad foot, he was now running his finger tips on the back of her calf Mike broached the subject of swinging, a subject we had been consciously working around all night. He asked us both if we had kept up the fun and games, to which we replied in the negative, one sorta gets out of the seeing of things as it were, pun intended, apart from that, there was a dearth of couples of that nature of our age group.
Mike commented that Julie sounded disappointed that we were no longer active, She assured him she was not disappointed, telling him it had been fun but we had moved on now, my heart sank.
Mike agreed, he commented that he probably wouldn’t know how to start these days, how to kick things of as it were, I suddenly had an impulse, it was now or never, I turned and put my arms around Julies shoulders, pinning her to the sofa and planted a passionate kiss on her lips before she could react, I came up for air and Juls was giggling, “This is how you start it off Mike” I said, and kissed her again, my back was turned toward Mike, and Julies lower half but I sensed him moving, I then felt Julie stiffen in my arms, I looked into her eyes and saw a look of shock, even then I resisted the urge to look down toward her legs, to find out if Mike had followed my urging.
She let out a little gasp, I kissed her again, she broke away, turning her head to Mike and calling him by his Sunday name, “Michael” she exclaimed in mock chastisement, only now I looked down to see my mate with his head buried between Julies thighs, kissing her cunt through her tights and knickers, I noted that whilst she was telling him off, she had also opened her legs for him. I returned to kissing her, but this time I moved my left hand to her breast and began to massage her tits through the bra and blouse she wore.
She had now stopped pretending she was unwilling, I felt her lift her body from the sofa and I knew she was allowing Mike to pull down her knickers and tights, seconds later I looked around to see him kissing my wife’s hirsute cunt, her knickers and tan tights stretched between her parted shins. Even at 50 something,
the flame had not died completely.