Margaret's Little Experiment

"Just suck my clitty. Nice and slowly, and I'll come."

"I'm sorry..."

"I know, but just suck me. I'm very close and your mouth feels beautiful on me..."

Margaret composed herself and took Lucy's clitoris between her front teeth and gently drew the sensitive nub out from its little hood as slowly and softly as she could. Using her tongue, she circled and flicked it, and before long she felt Lucy's bum quiver and contract.

Lucy didn't orgasm with abandon though. It seemed to Margaret that she was trying to hold it in and control it. She did gasp during her body's initial spasm, and she trembled all over; but she didn't gush or double up, just quivered in complete silence after the loud sigh that signalled the start of her climax.

Eventually, Margaret felt Lucy's hand pushing down on her head: "Stop, please... please..."

Her clitoris was too sensitive now to be sucked, and she needed to recover.

"I'm sorry, Lucy..."

"Sorry?" She was out of breath and took a moment before continuing. "It was amazing."

"Yes it was," said Margaret, although she felt a little subdued. She had found herself vulnerable and inadequate in this first serious sexual adventure, and lacked the control she expected of herself. Worse still, she found herself feeling just a little bit in love.

* * *

Margaret and Lucy both agreed that the best way to deal with the love they felt for one another was to try to contextualise and dilute it with other experiences. Lucy loved her husband and her children and would never risk breaking up her family, and Margaret still admitted willingly enough that she wanted to push the erotic boundaries with men as well. That being said, there was no hiding from the fact that they were in love and were bonded by a blistering sexual attraction. Margaret, a little younger and childless, was the more beautiful of them physically; her lustrous dark hair and tall if slightly thin figure indubitably answered to the definition of sexy; whereas Lucy, although by no means unattractive, was older, shorter, and had had two children, one of them by caesarean section. She had smaller breasts and they had become a bit floppy and empty; her bottom was no longer peachy and her tummy had been stretched; but Margaret loved her for the zeal with which she lived in her own imperfect skin. Lucy was not shy about her body; she didn't hate it and it didn't embarrass her; it wasn't perfect but she was a middle aged mum who didn't have time for the gym and ate food that was tasty and convenient.

What she had was, of course, what Margaret wanted: fulfilment and contentment. Margaret had a nicer body and a more glittering career, and far more money. But she had never been all that happy, dogged by cravings for material furtherance and the superficial impressiveness of a successful career and a fast car of the kind rich men would buy for their wives.

Her next sexual adventure would involve Brian, Lucy's former colleague. Although she was convinced there would be no problem setting something up, Lucy had started trying to manage her lover's expectations. Yes he was reasonably good looking albeit no filmstar; yes he was successful but not a millionaire; he was charming but could be a bit awkward and fragile and sometimes nervous... the hedged bets kept coming!

"Tell you what," said Margaret, becoming increasingly frustrated that nothing had happened, "invite him to dinner at mine one evening. There'll be the three of us and you can hold his hand if he starts to fret!"

"I don't think he'll fret," said Lucy, "but I don't think he'll want me around. I've told him about you and what you might want from him..."

"And he seemed interested."

"Yes he did."

"So what's the problem?!"

"I didn't say there was one, just bear in mind that part of the reason he might be right for you is that he can be a bit unconventional. Just break him in gently I suppose is what I'm saying."

Margaret looked at her askance. "Let's just set it up and let me meet the man," she said. "From what you're saying he might be trouble, so I think I'd like you there, at least at first."

Lucy didn't seem happy with the idea and wasn't sure she quite understood why Margaret wanted her around, given that, when all was said and done, she wanted this man for sex, and sex, moreover, of a somewhat experimental nature. Still, she knew Brian well and was reasonably sure nothing bad would happen; she was just a little concerned that he might be a disappointment, especially if he got nervous.

"He's cultured and really really clever," Lucy added at the end of yet another conversation about the pros and cons of this mysterious character.

"Marvelous," said Margaret. "So he can make conversation about Mozart and Shakespeare after he's buggered me senseless!"

"Don't joke about it, that might well be how it plays out!"

"Sounds to me like he's going to think I'm a right dunce," said Margaret ruefully. "I'm not that into high culture and at the end of the day I just want cock."

"That's ok, Brian probably just wants pussy! He might go on a bit though, especially if you make him nervous."

"Well then, we'll just have to take it as it comes," said Margaret. "I'm sure we'll all live for another day even if it's a total disaster!"

So it was arranged that they would meet for dinner at Margaret's house on Friday evening. Margaret was no cook, but Lucy came to help her and they put on a fine three course meal.

Brian threw their preparations out somewhat by arriving very early though, before Margaret had had chance to get changed and put her makeup on. She therefore felt rather disheveled when the man arrived, very smartly dressed and carrying two bottles of an expensive Saint Emilion.

Margaret was busy with some critical culinary procedure when the doorbell rang at half past six - he wasn't expected 'til eight - and so the man she hoped would at the very least fancy her found her red of face, slightly flustered, a little sweaty and wearing old clothes and hardly any makeup.

Brian was sharply perceptive and sensed her discomfort before she'd even wiped her hands on the nearest teatowel to shake his. Despite the apology he proffered, it actually wasn't an accident he'd arrived early, he was just anxious and thought catching her slightly unprepared might give him some advantage.

"Brian, nice to meet you... oh bloody hell, look I'm so sorry about all this, I thought you were coming at eight!"

He hid his amusement well, but he wasn't quite good enough to hide the fact he'd made the mistake on purpose: "No need to apologise for cooking my tea," he said charmingly. "It smells delicious!"

He thought she was a bit thin and leggy but took good note that she still had a pudgy bottom and decent sized breasts. If truth be told he wasn't into cosmetic women; wasn't, indeed, particularly interested in superficial appearances, and his first impressions were mostly positive.

"I hope you'll like it," she said. "Although you've got Lucy to thank if you do, I'm not much of a cook."

"Well, you look like you know what you're doing," he said, and strode over to her to pretend to inspect the contents of the saucepan. She recognised his aftershave as Polo Black — she liked that — but he'd put a bit too much on.

Her slight embarrassment notwithstanding, she found herself liking him. She quickly deduced he'd turned up too early on purpose in order to frustrate any efforts she might try to make to impress him, yet he had clearly gone to considerable lengths to make a splash himself. His clothes were expensive and looked like they were being worn for the first time, as did his shoes, and he'd obviously had his hair cut very recently. She'd perhaps have liked a bit more muscle but he was tall and slim and looked reasonably fit. Lucy had said he was in his mid forties but Margaret would have guessed he was slightly younger: his hair was short and dark but only minimally flecked with grey, and there was something ever so slightly boyish about his face. Above all though, like most people, she quickly registered his incredibly piercing grey eyes; they made a strong impression but caused people to think they were being rather studied by him: they probably were.

Of course, Brian knew why he was there. He was wanted for sex by this woman who, Lucy had gone to great lengths to impress upon him, was full of pent up frustration. Still, it could have been worse: he hadn't been getting much himself and he found the whole situation intriguing. It was certainly not anything he'd done before, and simply having it out in the open from the outset that sexul adventure was largely the point of their getting together was novel for him. Most people probably hoped that some sort of sex would be one of the outcomes of a new relationship, but this was rather different. The trouble was none of them knew how to progress things, now that they were all together.

Brian opened the wine, and poured them three glasses.

"Cheers," he said, raising his glass. "Here's to... erm, whatever follows!"

Margaret liked the gesture: "Whatever follows," she echoed, and took a gulp of wine. Putting the glass down on the work surface, she started wiping her hands nervously again, this time on her apron. It was no accident that she wiped them on her breasts.

Lucy noticed and smiled awkwardly. She realised that things were already getting tense, and she held herself responsible for engineering the situation. The best solution seemed to be to make light of it and do what she and Margaret often did anyway: talk about sex.

"So what do you think then?" she asked Brian.

"Of what?"

"Margaret! I told you she was hot didn't I."

Brian felt the need to avoid any tackiness, but gave his hostess an approving look. "Yes, you did," he said. "I would have to say I agree."

"Too hot actually," said Margaret, blushing again. "It's boiling in here! You're very naughty coming so early, I was going to make myself beautiful."

"I'm not big on ceremony," said Brian with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Well that's good to know, but you've obviously made an effort yourself!"

Lucy's discomfort increased; Margaret was already on the defensive and that could end badly. The only good news thus far was that she was fairly sure her companions fancied one another.

"Women like to dress up," said Lucy as lightly as she could. "Although I suppose the whole point of getting you together is that you'll undress..."

"Well, there is that," said Margaret, and Brian smiled in assent.

"So," Lucy continued, "I'm sure it doesn't matter. This wine's delicious, by the way. You always did have excellent taste, Brian!"

"Yes, thank you, but I've become too much a creature of habit," he mused. "It's an excellent wine but I keep buying the same. I need to broaden my horizons."

"Which is sort of why you're here," said Margaret, her good humour returning.

"That's right," he agreed. "Sex is so much more fun if it's in the spirit of adventure... or so I would guess. I don't have much experience of sexual adventure to go on."

"Nor me," Margaret replied rather clumsily, and a quantity of wine shot down Lucy's nose. Brian was most amused.

"Indeed, I heard you two had been pushing the boundaries a bit," he said. "Are you sure it's a man you want?"

"Very sure," Margaret confirmed, being careful not to neglect the sauce she was stirring. "Although I'm not sure what Lucy's told you."

"She said you'd been having sex, basically," he said. "Which is fine by me. You'll note, however, that I am a man."

"Yes you are," said Margaret, and took the saucepan off the heat. "Look, I feel like we're getting off on the wrong foot already. You know I want sex, although I was hoping it might be something more than just fucking. This was never going to be easy..."

"It's alright," said Brian. "I know why I'm here. If it helps, I'm already very much looking forward to fucking you. I find you attractive and you seem like an interesting person."

"That's ticking some boxes!" said Lucy, clearly relieved. "Don't worry, Brian, I shall be leaving straight after dinner."

"No need to rush," he said. "It might be interesting to have you around."

* * *

As it turned out, Brian was quite right: having Lucy around was interesting to say the least. They chatted about all sorts of things over dinner, but Margaret found herself more and more drawn to the man and quickly began casting around for some way of initiating sex with him.

She had been thinking about it a lot over dessert, but all she could come up with was trying to turn him on by doing something sexual with Lucy. Lucy actually didn't want to be involved in the sex between them, for she had already gone much further than she was comfortable with: she was happily married and this woman was her boss. Nonetheless, when they settled down in the sitting room with cups of tea, Lucy responded with surprising enthusiasm when Margaret reached for her hand. She took it immediately and then stroked it; and Brian, seated in the armchair by the window, sipped his drink and resolved to just watch what would happen. He knew Margaret wasn't the most patient of people and would try something to move things along, but this wasn't what he'd expected: he'd expected to be offered fellatio or something like that, but as it transpired, Margaret's first move was to but on a spontaneous and rather breathless display of lesbian lust.

Lucy knew better than to frustrate her lover, and despite herself, had acquired quite a taste for her body. She lay back and Margaret got on top of her, tonguing her deeply in the mouth and fondling and squeezing her breasts in that urgent, slightly coarse manner of hers that hurt a little.

"I want to go down on you," Margaret gasped when she was sure Lucy was as wet as she was, and she got on her knees on the floor in front of the sofa. Lucy rotated her body so that her cunt was aimed at Margaret, and the latter reached up her skirt to pull her panties down. The routine was familiar, but neither had lost their enthusiasm for it, and both women were especially enjoying the fact that they were being watched.

Brian's cock was as hard as iron. Lucy's clitoris was in Margaret's mouth now and he could tell it wasn't going to take her long to come. He resolved though to stay right where he was until he was invited to join in, which wasn't what Margaret had expected; she thought the sight of her on all fours going down on her friend would cause him to come over there and take her roughly from behind, but it didn't happen.

To try to encourage him, she unfastened her trousers and pulled them down over her rump along with her panties, ostensibly so that she could masturbate. Naturally, she did want to masturbate, and her fingers were soon at work on her clitoris; but at the same time, Brian was treated to an unrestricted view of her ripe bottom. He looked approvingly at the dark fulsome bush of pubic hair which was long and curly and soaking wet, and at the glistening fat labia emerging from their midst; and above that, actually visible as little more than a shadow between the globes of her buttocks, he was sure he could make out the taut crepuscular ring of her arsehole.

Lucy came hard, and her cunt actually gushed a little. Margaret was surprised, for she had never known Lucy ejaculate before. She made very little sound though, just shook and quivered and grabbed her breasts until the spasms subsided.

When she had finished coming, she didn't miss a beat. She got down on the floor behind Margaret, who continued to masturbate, took some KY Jelly out of her handbag — she had come prepared — and startled her boss by smearing some on her anus.

Now it was Margaret's turn to be a little taken aback: she did want him to bugger her, but anticipated that their initial encounter would involve straight oral or vaginal sex. It wasn't like Lucy to be quite so lubricious, but given why they were all there, it didn't make sense to try to stop her.

Brian couldn't believe what he was seeing, and he was a more than a little bit taken aback himself. He had not left his seat throughout this sexual encounter, and saw no reason why Lucy would be lubricating Margaret's anus unless he was about to be asked to sodomise her. He suddenly became nervous.

"You're lubricating her bottom," he observed quietly.

"You'll hurt her if you go in dry," said Lucy. "Come here and let me put some on your penis as well."

He didn't move.

"Come on, she'll be having an orgasm soon!"

Now so nervous that his legs were shaking and he was worried he might lose his erection, Brian made his way over to them. He quickly stripped off his clothes, and stood along side them, Margaret pausing her wank to examine his body. He was actually a little wiry and had very little body hair, but had a rather toned look with small but fairly well-defined muscles. His penis, hard and erect, was about average size and circumcised, and was twitching in time to his racing pulse.

"You sure I shouldn't fuck her the normal way first," he said apprehensively to Lucy. "I'll go up her bum if you want, but we've only just met."

"No, take me up the arse," said Margaret. "It's something I've never done before."

Brian gasped as Lucy started putting KY Jelly on his seeping cock, and he was worried he might come. Then, clumsily and with nervous haste, he got on his knees behind Margaret and started trying to jab his cock up her bottom. He couldn't see what he was doing, and Lucy obligingly parted her lover's buttocks for him to expose her arsehole. Supporting his cock with his hand to maximise the rigidity, Brian then forced it into her rectum, and they both cried out — him with the exquisite sensation of having penetrated a beautiful woman with his penis, the beautiful woman with the much less exquisite and indeed rather painful sensation of having her bumhole suddenly stretched open. He'd only got a quarter of his length inside her, but nerves got the better of him and he began pumping her hard and fast and erratically in a syncopated staccato rhythm that wasn't particularly pleasant for either of them.

"Brian, good God man, stop!" cried Lucy, seizing his hips. Margaret didn't know what had hit her, and she had just knelt there taking it, her face red and her body juddering with his violent thrusts. "Whatever's wrong with you, you know better than that! You're hurting her!"

"I'm sorry," he panted, putting a hand on Margaret's back. "Are you alright, Margaret?"

"I'm fine," she said, still wincing. "Just take it easy will you, I'll need my arse for another day."

Lucy quickly came up with a plan. "Look, ease your cock into her and then stay still a moment," she instructed him. Brian nodded, and slowly and gradually eased the full length of his penis into Margaret's bum and then stopped. His ears pricked up when he heard the lid being flicked open again on the plastic tube of KY Jelly, and he wondered what on earth the plan was; Margaret's anus had been well lubricated and so had his cock. However, all suddenly became clear, and he let out a gasp and clenched his buttocks as he felt Lucy thrust her forefinger right up his arse.

"Jesus Christ, Lucy, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, and prepared to withdraw from Margaret to remonstrate; but Lucy was one step ahead of him, anticipating his every move, and quickly applied some pressure to his prostate gland and massaged it. The effect was immediate and as she expected: he froze and relaxed his muscles, his senses awash with the erotic sensation of his swollen P-spot being palped sexually by a woman.

"There we go, just calm down and get things under control," said Lucy, massaging the bulb slowly but firmly through the wall of his rectum. "I bet that feels nice doesn't it?"

"It does," said Brian.

"What are you doing?" asked Margaret, now able to enjoy the sensation of having a cock up her bum without having it roughly hammered into her.