Geoff and Marie Go Visiting

I let the debate wash over me; they would eventually tell me what they had decided. Meanwhile, I brooded over Mike's intelligence briefing. I knew that I had to tell Lucy; but now, in front of the others, or should I wait?

My wife must have noticed that I was distracted. "Who was it, Geoff? Is something wrong?" The conversation faltered again, all eyes turned on me.

"That was my friend Mike," I admitted. "He was at a loose end yesterday evening so he went to The Fox and Hounds for a pint."

"Was Eddie there with that tart?" Lucy asked quietly.

"No, but the barmaid obviously isn't a fan of their little clique," I conceded.

"Well, I can't see why Eddie would leave Lucy at home for that lump." Marie was obviously angry at his betrayal of her friend, because it wasn't like her to be that judgemental of women's bodies. "What has she got that Lucy hasn't?"

There it was. The moment was now. You can't pass up an invitation like that, can you. "A penis?" I ventured.

"What?" Marie seemed confused.

Angie got it first. Then I saw the realisation hit Lucy. "No fucking way. She's trans? Eddie's cheating on me with a chick with a dick?"

I held my hands up. "Cherie was known as Frank for the first part of, I suppose, her life. How far through transition she's gone, I have no idea. I'm just repeating what the barmaid told Mike. Apparently they have been close for a while."

Everyone looked sympathetically towards Lucy. She shook her head. "If he'd said he had met someone else: if he'd said there was someone who could do things that I couldn't..." She seemed more frustrated than annoyed. "But I can't: I won't, forgive him for gaslighting me. Making me doubt myself as a wife, as a woman for fuck's sake. No! That crossed the line and I won't stand for it."

She gazed levelly at me. "You know me well enough by now, Geoff. What would I have said if he'd admitted that he was fascinated by a trans woman?"

I thought for a moment. "Honestly?" Lucy nodded in reply. "Then based on recent personal experience," I suggested. "You would probably have told him to bring her home one night for a threesome and banged her brains out."

"I would," she asserted. "He was my husband and we were supposed to be there for each other. The way that you are." She waved her hand to include us all. "I was intending to move my things out on Monday. Now I am more determined than ever; and I shall not be going back."

"We'll be there to help you, Lucy," Marie told her. "Has Megan somewhere prepared for all your stuff?"

Lucy looked a bit nonplussed. "Oh. I assume so," she said, her voice lacking any certainty.

At that moment, I realised there was something that needed to be done, and this was my opportunity. "I'll ring Charles to see if we can treat him and Megan to lunch and afterwards we can help Megan make room for Lucy's belongings."

The women seemed to approve, so I retreated back to the living room while the girls returned to scheduling their cock time with me. I had an interesting chat with Charles and an even better one with Megan when he passed the phone over to her.

By the time I re-joined the women in the kitchen, some consensus seemed to have been reached and Sue and Margie were preparing to leave. They both thanked us effusively for our hospitality before swapping some lingering kisses with each of us before they left.

I told the three remaining women, my wife, our betrothed and my sex toy, that Megan had invited us all to Sunday dinner, insisting it would be no imposition because she would have it catered by a local restaurant. Apparently this was something she discovered during lockdown and decided that it was easier to continue compared to cooking by herself just for the two of them. Not being short of a pound or two probably helped.

"So," I began. And something in my voice must have warned them that Dark Geoffrey had come out to play, because they all looked rather uncertain as to where this was going. "I suggested to Megan that it would be a nice gesture towards Charles, for being so understanding, if all of my girls made a special effort when choosing what to wear." I leered at them. "Would you like to go shopping?"

Marie understood immediately. Last time we had visited Megan and Charles, the two women had gone shopping for lingerie which they had modelled for us when they got back. I felt I owed another sample of this token gesture to Charles for allowing his wife to join us in bed. The man's poor health had rendered him impotent, but there was nothing wrong with his eyesight.

"Come on girls," she exclaimed. "Get ready to go shopping. Geoffrey's taking us to Seductress for some mucky underwear. Then tomorrow we can flash him and Charles before dinner."

"Not quite," I corrected her. "You will be flashing Charles and me throughout dinner too. You will be wearing only your lingerie at the table for the whole meal." I got three very thoughtful looks in return.

The shopping went quite well, under the circumstances. The girls didn't want me to get a sneak preview of their purchases, so I went for a browse round the nearby shops, ending up in a hardware store. I made some purchases for a project that had recently occurred to me and was looking thoughtfully at a benchtop wood-lathe when they tracked me down. Angie insisted on treating us all to lunch at an Indian restaurant about ten minutes away. We sat and ate and they teased me with descriptions of the flimsy bits of fabric I had just paid a fortune for. They could have their fun; Dark Geoffrey had his own plans.

We eventually made our way home and, after an afternoon just lazing, watching rugby in my case, and trying on underwear and matching outfits upstairs in theirs, Angie and Lucy both went home, each promising to be back by ten thirty the next morning in order to get to Charles and Megan's home by eleven.

"Have you had a nice day, Geoff?" My wife enquired, settling herself on my lap. She was fully dressed, but one can't have everything.

"I have indeed my little sugar plum," I replied truthfully. "Five women in my bed as I wake up, an Indian meal for lunch and you on my lap now. More deserving men than me have less to be grateful for."

"Do not undersell yourself," she responded, tartly. "Each of those women has every reason for being as happy to get fucked as you are to fuck them. And me too," she admitted shyly.

I lay back and pulled her to my chest. "Are we skating close to any boundaries yet?" I asked. "I expect you to be honest if you're uncomfortable about where our lives are heading."

She gave my question some thought. "No," she replied. "We aren't seeking lovers to satisfy our own needs so there's no reason for jealousy." She shrugged. "I know Angie adores you and Lucy seems to have adopted you as a...." She paused. "To be honest, I've no bloody idea what the hell Lucy's relationship with you is." Another shrug and Marie gave me a tender kiss. "I don't care; she's much happier, you seemed quite content to be embedded in her vagina last night and Angie and I had a pleasant evening with our new friends' heads between our legs."

She smiled at the recollection. "Anything on TV tonight, sweetheart?" She asked. I didn't bother looking. It had not been that long since our adventure began, but I recognised the implied suggestion. Whenever Marie had been with another woman she was always anxious until we had made love together. Whether she needed reassuring that I wasn't repelled by her bi-side or whether she needed to reaffirm her straight side; well, it didn't matter. She's beautiful and a tigress in bed. It was a privilege just to be in her presence. Being invited to actually take her upstairs and do naughty things to her body... Well. I kissed her and eased her off my lap.

"Our bedroom! Now!" I growled. She beat me to the stairs and was undressing by the time I found her. My alter-ego could go fuck himself. This evening my was entirely mine. I stripped too and we made it to the bed almost simultaneously. I was preparing to sample the taste of Marie's rather luscious vagina when she surprised me. "Maybe visit down there later, Geoff?" She suggested, a little hesitantly. "I do enjoy girl time but, just now, I find it leaves me needing your cock in me."

Well, it seemed like a reasonable request so I was happy to oblige. Obviously there was some obligatory booby play which, in fairness she accepted in the spirit it was given. And it would have been remiss of me not to offer her clit some manual attention. But within five minutes little (a term of affection, not comparative measurement) Geoff was enthusiastically sliding into my wife's delectable and warm ladies' bits.

There was a moment as our eyes met. An acknowledgement that, whatever we shared with anyone else, physical or emotional, what she and I shared every time we made love was transcendental. And so our dance began. Missionary first, savouring the brush of body against body. Then, without haste we moved so that she could mount me. I loved to watch her face as, impaled on my cock, she sought her own pleasure. I'd assist by rolling her nipples until she begged me to stop or by rubbing her clit as she drew figures of eight with her groin.

Eventually, as ever in this position, the intensity of her impending orgasm disrupted her co-ordination too much to continue. Often I would throw her onto her belly and take her from behind but that night I just wanted to stay inside her. Pulling her to my chest, I began to lunge into her by thrusting upwards hard with my hips. She tried to respond, God bless her, but her movements were all over the place. I could tell that she was close by then and, sure enough, in only a couple of minutes she began to jerk uncontrollably, her breath came in spasms and her cunt muscles gripped me like a vice. Whatever hope I had nursed of taking her to another orgasm died as I erupted inside her for the second time that day.

We lay, spent and silent, regaining our breath, enveloped in that warm endorphin glow that only comes from sex with someone you truly love. We must have laid like that for at least ten minutes before we even spoke. "Thank you, Geoff," she whispered. "I do enjoy my 'other side', but making love with you is different." She propped herself up so that we could see each other. "It's like going abroad," she explained. "The colours, the sounds, the taste of the food. It's exotic and exciting but then, after a while, it isn't enough. As wonderful as it may be, you just want to be in your own home, your warm, familiar, safe place. You realise that your home's the way that it is because that's how you want it to be."

She accepted my acknowledgement that I understood, and shared, her feelings and we both must have dozed off. I think that I woke first and entertained myself for a few minutes by stroking her bum. She stirred lazily. "Would you like some botty play my love?" She asked. "I'm feeling rather satisfied at the moment so a blow job or a bit of anal is there for the asking." She frowned. "You'll have to use a condom though. I can't be arsed faffing about with the enema kit tonight." She giggled. "Did you see what I did there?"

"I did indeed, my little fruit bat; very droll."

"Geoffrey?" She seemed strangely uncomfortable. "If you want to do my bum, may I ask a favour?"

"Of course," I replied, wondering where this was going. "Ask me anything."

"Will you cuff me and do.... Things?"

"Are you sure? I don't want you to associate me with, you know, what happened with your cousin."

"He betrayed my trust," she said, quietly. "But we were only kids. I know you understand how vulnerable I'll be and I trust you implicitly and absolutely. I truly believe that you can exorcise that experience by replacing it with a memory of pleasure by submitting myself totally to you."

I considered for a moment. "Bathroom. Do whatever you need to; you have ten minutes."

She gave me one of her adorable smiles and did as I'd said. I busied myself gathering the items I'd need and then used the other bathroom. We reconvened in our bedroom.

"We're doing baby steps here," I told her. "If Sue begs for a taste of deep-down Geoff, I will go much further with her." Marie shuddered. Whether with horror or delight, I wasn't certain. I decided to keep it simple, the same way I did the last time with Lucy. "On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, then hands behind your thighs."

She complied, not quite as enthusiastically as Lucy, and got settled. I cuffed her wrists behind her knees. As with Lucy, I began with a wand vibrator on Marie's breasts, though I didn't torment her for quite as long. I watched carefully for any signs of distress but, apart from the frustration of not being able to participate, she seemed to be okay. Using the same wand, I moved location to stimulate her vulva and clit, using my spare hand to fondle her breasts; that was primarily for my benefit though.

After ten minutes she was dripping wet and gasping, and I was hard as nails. I stood a rolled on a condom and then, having applied lube, I mounted the bed behind my wife. I had one more surprise for her as I slipped a vibrator into her vagina before pressing the tip of my cock against her puckered little butt-hole. She moaned, at precisely what I neither knew nor cared. She seemed content enough though.

Pressing forward with my hips I could feel resistance from her sphincter muscles until she suddenly relaxed and pushed so that I slid inside almost seamlessly. I was impressed. "Fuck me, Geoff," she moaned. "Please. Do it. Go deep. Do it fast."

"Mmm," I thought to myself. "Double penetration works well with anal." To be fair it did. I was getting the benefit too; through the tissues separating her cunt from her bowel, I could feel the buzzing of the toy within her body. It was so intense that there was no way that I could help myself from just going to town on her from the outset.

Again, as with Lucy, I used my hands on Marie's hips to pull her repeatedly onto my steel hard cock; smacking my balls into her clit with each thrust. Even having orgasmed not long before, within five minutes I was close; too close. Desperate to bring my wife to a climax too, I used my right hand to assault her clit. It worked. The combination of vibrator, penis and digits brought Marie to a happy ending just as I filled the teat of the condom.

Wanting Marie to have the full experience, I used a tissue to strip the condom off my cock and moved to kneel at the head of the bed. "Clean me," I instructed her. Still bound and unable to balance, Marie had no choice as I manoeuvred my cock into her mouth. Like the trouper she was she sucked and licked and swallowed until I was clean. However amazing it felt, though, without my chemical helpers there was no chance of another erection anytime soon so, reluctantly, I stood and released her, laying by her side and pulling her into a hug.

"Did I do okay?" I was concerned.

"Indeed you did, husband," she murmured sleepily into my chest. "Can we talk tomorrow though? She pleaded. "I feel too content for existential discissions just now."

"Of course, sweetheart," I replied, stroking her hair. "Just let yourself go, while I watch over you."

"Thank you, Geoff. I love you so..." And she drifted off

I gave her ten minutes to settle and then eased myself out of bed. I disposed of the contraceptive and took a hygienic baby wipe back into the bedroom to make sure that Marie's gorgeous little tush was squeaky clean. After attending to my own needs I climbed in to bed beside her. I'd had a good day; tomorrow I thought that I might let my evil twin out to play.

That Sunday morning, we just snuggled when we woke followed by a quick joint shower and a light breakfast. Megan had lunch booked for three p.m. and we didn't want to ruin our appetites. As we ate, we talked about Marie's feelings about being restrained the previous evening.

"I trust you, Geoff," she said in a matter of fact tone. "Anything you want to do to me tied up, I'd let you do to me unrestrained anyway. Don't get me wrong." She watched me, concerned that I might misunderstand. "The sex was everything that I could want, but the handcuffs added nothing for me. If it gets you off, then fine; I'll play, but please don't do it for my benefit."

"Are you okay knowing that some of the other girls want it?" I asked.

"As long as you don't draw blood or do lasting harm, I don't care," she replied. That was good enough for me and we moved on to discussing our 'Wedding' ceremony with Angie

Angie arrived first and helped herself to a coffee. Lucy turned up at exactly ten looking very thoughtful.

"You seem a little subdued today, Lucy," my wife said, obviously concerned. "Is everything okay?"

"From my point of view, yes," Lucy replied as Marie busied herself making her a cup of tea. "Eddie, however, may be starting to feel a little exposed."

Marie joined the three of us at the table and passed Lucy's cup across to her. "Go on. This sounds intriguing."

"Okay." Lucy frowned slightly as she organised her thoughts. "So, when my first husband realised he hadn't got long to live, he had two concerns: first that I should not spend the rest of my life as a lonely widow and second, that our daughter, Alison, must eventually inherit our home. He knew that if I ever remarried, my new husband would automatically become my default beneficiary if I died. That upset him and I agreed, so we put our house in trust in Alison's name."

Lucy looked around the table. I grinned at her. I had an idea where this was going. Lucy grinned back. "So, Alison is currently teaching art in New Zealand but she plans on retiring back to the UK in due course. At the moment, I have a right to live in Alison's house as part of the terms of the trust agreement. Eddie has no rights at all. He isn't even a tenant. A good solicitor could perhaps find a loophole, but Eddie can't even afford a bad one."

Angie couldn't help but laugh at that. Lucy kept going. "I drive a nice car, but it's a lease, so not really an asset, in fact it's a financial obligation. I have art materials that were expensive to buy, but have virtually no resale value. I have part completed works that only have worth once they're completed and signed. Eddie knows that there isn't much in the joint account and he's squandered most of the money in his own account. Megan is confident that, when Eddie and I divorce, she can make a persuasive, well documented argument that we should split the balance of the joint account and walk away. Now I intend to move out and let Alison rent the house, either as an Air BnB or to tenants. It's too big for two really, let alone me by myself.

She seemed a little pensive. "That would leave him homeless, with a very modest income and about ten thousand pounds in cash, as long as he doesn't waste it on solicitors trying to screw me for more money."

She carried on. "We actually spoke briefly over breakfast this morning. Although I never mentioned that I know about his nights out with Cherie, I think he might have noticed a change in my attitude towards him. Frankly." She gave a satisfied sigh. "I think that he may have begun to realise how much he has pissed me off lately and is even now probably sitting at home, shitting himself."

And on that cheerful note we piled into my car and drove to Charles and Megan's place. I've described it before, so I won't go into detail, other than to repeat that it isn't quite a mansion though it is a lot larger than our house. Megan met us at the door, accepted the two bottles of wine that we'd brought and led us through to the large living room where Charles was waiting for us. I was relieved that his welcome seemed genuine, especially as Megan and I had enjoyed a very energetic exchange of bodily fluids less than two weeks previously.