Marie's Circle

Val's dilemma

I was staying with Joan and Frank, having a great time. I'd got to meet Helen, Anthony and Gerald. However, things are not straightforward. My husband Dennis, currently overseas, has no idea, that I've been expanding my sexual experience, without him. Marie and Jen are pretty certain, that he is happy with his lot. Apart from the deception, I'm happy with mine. I know that Joan and Frank would not be happy, bringing him into, what we have going on. I don't know Helen well enough, to know her thoughts.

I phoned Marie. She knew, more than most, what the disparity in sexual desire, could do to a relationship. It had ended hers. Her view, was that Dennis and myself weren't in that sort of situation. He was happy, so keeping him in ignorance, wouldn't upset things. Telling him could risk everything. It may be an option later but only when things were settled, with my other relationships, with Frank, Joan and Helen. She did admit, that she hadn't kept things from Jen. She didn't want to risk what they had, by keeping secrets. Jen had been fine with it, as long as Dennis didn't get hurt.

I began to wonder what the situation was, regarding Helen. She was happy to be with me and Joan. Perhaps even including Frank, as a foursome. How did I feel, about moving into Helen's sphere, even if, she would bring me in. Was the session with Anthony and Gerald, just a one off. Was I like Dennis. Was the thrill of getting what I desired, enough? Would a repeat be disappointing?

I spoke to Joan, about her views, regarding Helen. I outlined the issue. My progress into exploration had been rapid. Far outstripping anything I had ever considered. I was happy to be with Joan and Frank but this removed the possibility, of more double penetration. I was in a different situation, to everyone else, I had encountered, on my exploration. I was keeping things secret, from someone close to me. Joan was happy, to have finally found a compatible, long term female companion. Both she and Frank, hoped this would continue for a long time. Exploring the spanking side of my personality, would be difficult. I would like to explore the crops. However, this would only be possible if Dennis was away. Joan had spoken to Helen. I think they were actually in touch, pretty regularly. Either exchanging experiences or possibly new contacts, for Helen to explore. She had agreed, to the two of us visiting, either to see her, or Anthony and Gerald. I had a way ahead but still felt some guilt, about keeping it from Dennis.

With a few days left, before Dennis returned from his trip, I wanted to learn more about the punishment room. Joan bent over the roll and instructed me, on the use of all of the paddles, canes and crops. She had me strap her to the wall, flicking her nipples and pussy with the crop. She returned the favour in all respects. She used her phone to show me pictures of the marks on my ass. I think she went gentle tapping my pussy with the crop but it wasn't unpleasant.

"Does Helen do that, with her pussy rings in?"

"No, I tie them against her thighs, with leather laces and tap her labia and clit with the end of a cane. Not hard."

"Something to look forward to."

Helen's view

It is always nice to experience change in your sex life. I have no regrets about being single. It has given me the opportunity, to try as many things as I have ever wanted to, on my terms. Despite my introduction to love making, being totally lesbian, my preference has been for the company of men. Not that I don't dally with the occasional female, when the mood takes me.

Recent events have focused my thoughts. I've had sex with plenty of my sales staff. Whether they saw this as a career move, or actually enjoyed sex with an older woman, who knows. None of them had ever mentioned, wanting to join some of my other sessions. Even though, it was common knowledge, that a number of men pleasured me. Probably, a step too far for them. Meeting Val, was a breath of fresh air. Her slightly naive side and her bold approach, has given a new spark to things. I'm slightly envious of Joan and Frank, having such frequent contact. Although I've spent plenty of time with both of them, I know that my tastes don't totally align with theirs. However, I'd like the four of us to have some fun, if the timing is right.

With Anthony on the payroll and Gerald always willing, I'm sure, we can repeat our recent scenario. Maybe we can progress things. I'll talk to Joan and Val to see if anything is on the cards. Joan has given me the full background, of things. I have to wonder if Val's husband, can be accommodated into things. Having just the odd day here and there, or time when he is away, doesn't seem to be enough. Even he appears to have potential. Perhaps he just needs a bit of a push, in the right direction. I have a couple of lady friends, who may help things along. I think that a social setting, may be the way to go. A party for tennis club friends.

Joan's question

Was this the right thing to do? Myself and Frank, always enjoyed Helen's parties. They had always started off as refined, drinks or cocktail parties. Sometimes, they stayed like that. However, they often ended up in a writhing mass of naked or semi naked bodies. I think Val would enjoy this. From what I'd gathered, I'm not sure about her husband. It had the potential to open up possibilities. A disaster, was also not off the table. Val didn't work. If things went wrong, she may end up as a third wheel, with her daughter, Jen and her girlfriend.

Helen had proposed a party by email, together with, the potential guest list. A couple of surprises, in the details she provided. Just drinks, see where it leads, was her closing comment.

Guest list

Helen herself

Anthony, driver, handyman and live in sex toy.

Myself and Frank.

Val and Dennis.

Gerald and Antonia. I hadn't realised they were married. Antonia was a member at the club. I'd never seen Gerald there, not even at a social. It made sense. She was every bit the wife of a senior army officer. About my height, 5' 8" or there about. Always dressed smartly. Shoulder length, wavy grey hair and a decent body from what I could remember, from my time in the showers. Although, she shared her husband's anal interests, she preferred smaller insertions. She was open, on occasion for a bit of female company.

Celia and Becky. I was slightly shocked at this. Celia was the petite, flat chested, lesbian, with short grey hair, I had pointed out to Val, in the showers. I'd seen Becky with Celia at socials. Tall, well built, very short black hair. According to Helen, they were married and had been for years. They had an open relationship. Becky seeking out, only women. While Celia was up for just about anything. I wondered if that would include Frank. Probably not, based on her size but I'd thought the same, about Val.

Val's apprehension

I arrived home from Joan's, the day before Dennis was due to get home. I cleaned the house, made sure everything was looking like he would expect it to. Knowing, he would have been living mostly on junk food, while he was away, I went shopping, deciding on a full roast dinner, with all of the trimmings, and plenty of wine. I collected him from the station and headed home. He went for a soak in the bath, while I prepared dinner. He came down about an hour later. We sat and had a glass of wine, while dinner finished off. He'd had a good time. A couple of wins and a draw, for the team. Plenty of post match beer, was drunk. Dinner was a pleasant affair, chatting over his trip and sipping our wine. Approaching bedtime, I headed for a shower.

I guessed, having been away for a couple of weeks, I may be in for a good night. When, I'd dried off, Dennis was already in bed. I may have been right. Instead of his usual approach of starting to kiss me, he was sat, propped up on his pillow, bedside light still on.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"I think we've learned a lot about sex, recently. I've found out, over the last couple of weeks, that there is a whole lot more."

He clearly, couldn't hold in any information, he had gathered, even if it was from a drunken night in a bar. Trevor, one of his friends, somewhat younger, than us, maybe mid thirties or perhaps forty, had divulged a lot, on a boozy night out. Whether Dennis thought he was missing out, I didn't know. Apparently, Trevor's wife took video of herself masturbating, for him. They filmed themselves having sex, masturbating each other and him cumming on her tits. He had been so drunk, he'd shown Dennis pictures of his wife, using dildos, naked and wearing sexy underwear.

"What did you think, or say?"

"I was a bit embarrassed. I've met her. Now, I've seen her wanking. Even so, I found it exciting. Not much I could say, other than, great."

I felt down, his cock was hard.

"Still thinking about it?

His face was coloured, he had a slightly odd look on his face.

"Hang on here."

I got out of bed, went to the spare room, put on a beaded thong, suspenders stockings and a half cup bra. I picked up my drawstring bag, and headed back to bed. I strutted into the room, giving him a full 360 degree spin. The look on his face, was a picture. More so, when I tipped the contents of my bag onto the bed.

"Playtime." I said.

He picked up the toys in turn, inspecting them. I told him, that having the new varieties in our sex life was great. However, he only seemed to want it, a couple of times a week. Therefore, I was helping myself, when I felt the need. He had thought the same as me. He had been wanking, to relieve the tension. He had found it too awkward to mention it, when Jen and Marie had been asking about us.

He picked up the large dildo, with the A on the base and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I put that up my bum. You started it, I like it, so I carried on"

That night was the best sex, ever, with Dennis. We sucked and fucked for ages. I even poked a finger in his ass, while giving him a blowjob. I thought he was having a fit.

Denis is introduced

A few days later, an email arrived from Helen. An invitation to her house, for a drinks party, on Saturday, black tie. Tennis club crowd. Stay over, to save on taxis and you can both drink what you want to. Underwear preferred but optional. I explained to Dennis where we were going but only mentioned drinks. I told him to dress smartly. He even went for a haircut, in the morning. A black dress, heals and black underwear for me. Dinner jacket and bow tie for him. He even spent more time than usual, polishing his shoes. I think, even though we arrived on time, we may have been the last to get there. Dennis parked our old BMW, alongside the vintage Bentley saloon, Helen's Maserati, Frank's Aston Martin and a brand new Range Rover. Ours looked a bit out of placed.

A man in a tail coat, came to greet us, took our overnight bags from Dennis and showed us inside. He said that he would take our bags, to the room we'd been allocated. A young lady, in a skimpy French maid costume, held a tray of champagne glasses. We took one each and headed into the large room, I'd been into before. There was a small crowd stood talking and drinking. Helen approached and I introduced Dennis.

"Welcome to my little party, Val has met quite of few of the guests, she and

Joan, will probably introduce you to everyone. Make yourselves at home."

As she stood, she wiggled about, clearly trying to cause her piercings to rub together, no hiding it.

"What was that metallic noise?"

I explained about the pierced labia. He looked astonished. I told him, she didn't keep it secret. Nearly every woman at the club had seen them.

"Have you seen all of these women naked?

I scanned the room.

"Not the maids, or the big, butch looking woman. I'm not sure about the tall woman, with the military gent, maybe."

Joan and Frank approached. At least Dennis knew them. We found seats, around a coffee table and began to pass the time with small talk. Bits of business, Dennis' football trip, the enormous mansion and it's furnishings. As a drink was finished, one of the two maids appeared, removed the glass and offered another.

"Friends of Helen's?" I asked

Joan said, that Helen had a contract, with a company of caterers. They supplied the food and service for her parties. How many did she hold, I wondered. The best quality champagne, was starting to free the inhibitions. Joan started to point out who the other guests were, to Dennis. She didn't hold back, describing them not only in their relative relationships but also their physical appearances and sexual preferences. She leant over, placed her fingers under Dennis' chin.

"Sorry if that shocked you. Frank will tell you, I can be a bit crude. You can close your mouth now." She said.

"Do women talk about this stuff, all the time?"

"Look who's talking, after what you said about Trevor. I bet it's the same on your nights in the hotel, after your trips to head office." I said.

He looked rather sheepish. Jane stood, took his hand and took him for a tour of the other guests. Frank assured me, that Helen had briefed Anthony and Gerald, not to mention anything. I told him about the underwear and sex toys.

"That sounds promising. I think Celia and Antonia might be interested, in a bit of time with Dennis." He said.

Helen announced dinner. We all followed her across the entrance hall, to the room on the other side. As we crossed the hall, Gerald stoked my bum. Antonia blew me a kiss. Interesting. Even if I has seen her in the showers, I'd never spoken to her. Gerald had clearly given her a full description.

This room was the same size, as the one we had just left. A table, perhaps twelve feet long, was laid out with the most lavish buffet, I had ever seen. Behind the table stood a chef, with a tall white hat. There were also a couple of male serving staff. There were two dining tables, set with six seats each. We picked up plates and the staff helped us, to whatever we wanted. We sat at a table, Gerald and Antonia joined us. Whether random or choice, the other six sat at the other table. The maids appeared with trays of red, rose of white wine, to accompany whatever food we had chosen. Gerald was clearly, as well mannered, as he had been described. Antonia broke what appeared to be a tricky silence.

"Joan told us, that she has given you a description, of us and our habits. It's all true. We like Helen's parties, we get to have a lot of fun."

"We aren't used to this sort of thing. We don't move in these circles and aren't sure, really, what to expect." Dennis said.

"It's not about status, we all just want to enjoy the party, whatever that may include. Perhaps drinks and food, there may be more, we never know until things develop, later in the evening."

When we had finished eating, what was absolutely fabulous food, we returned to the other reception room. The lights had dimmed, and some soft music was playing. Helen was dancing with Becky, one hand on her bum. Celia had settled on Frank's lap. Anthony was sat next to them, with Joan next to him. The four of us had brought our wine with us. We set them on a small table, with four chairs. Before we had time to sit, Antonia took Dennis' hand and took him to dance. I wonder what he thought. She was clearly rubbing her crotch against him.

"She'll have him hard in seconds. She's not keen on a knob my size, in her bum. Her other sexual skills are amazing. I'm sure she'll want some time with you, too." Gerald proffered.

When the music changed, they returned. Rather than sitting, she dragged me to the floor. As we moved around the floor, I could see Dennis and Gerald talking. I wondered what about. Antonia, had probably been primed by Joan or Helen, or both. As we danced, she slid a hand between us and brushed the beads of my thong, before running the other across my bum. As we sat, the maids refreshed drinks for everyone, before leaving the room, closing the door behind them. This was clearly a sign, for things to develop, if they were going to.

Gerald nodded in the direction of Helen. She had sat on Becky's lap. The bottom few buttons of her dress now undone. The large lady's hand between the rings of her pussy. Celia, clearly interested in her wife's activity was wiggling on Frank's crotch.

"Helen won't mind if you watch." Antonia said.

She grabbed Dennis' hand and dragged him down the room, sitting a few feet away from the action. Anthony, consummate handyman, was kissing Helen, undoing the rest of the buttons. Beneath, the dress, the leather corset, I'd seen before. She got up, removed the dress, turned and straddled Becky's thighs. Anthony sat beside her, stroking her ass. Celia, had unzipped Frank's flies. I wonder, if she know what was coming. She pulled his cock out and sank to lick his knob. Joan moved behind her, undoing the buttons on the back of her dress. I could see Antonia rubbing Dennis' crotch. He wasn't resisting. Myself and Gerald watched as she undid the button fly on his trousers. He was already erect. She smiled, presumably thinking him a good size for her. Still holding his penis, she drew him back to our table.

"Sorry Val." Dennis stammered.

"Not a problem for me." I replied.

Removing Gerald's large glans from his trousers. I sank to my knees and started to lick and suck his cock. Antonia followed suit with Dennis. I was keen not to go too far. I raised my head and Sat down. Looking over, Joan was down to a basque and stockings. Frank was naked from the waist down. Celia was completely naked. I tapped Antonia's shoulder, indicating the others. She released the cock from her lips. Dennis, now eyes wide, gawked as Joan lowered the tiny Celia onto Frank's massive cock.

"Look at the size of his cock and her clit." Dennis stuttered.

I must admit, her clit hood looked big in the shower. Her bean now poked well beyond the protective skin. Joan reached for it and masturbated her to a leg shaking orgasm. She blew a kiss to her wife. Who was being stripped by Helen. Her body would best be described as slightly chubby. Although her chest was broad, her breasts were relatively small. She, like her wife, was shaved, but with a tribal tattoo, where her pubic hair would have been. Her size allowed her to lift Helen onto a sofa, before parting the piercings and applying her tongue.

Antonia again leading Dennis by the cock, headed for the door. I followed on with Gerald. We ascended the stairs, to the first floor. They clearly knew where their room was. We entered. Like the room I'd seen before, a large divan dominated the room. She turned her back to me. Getting the hint, I undid the buttons, letting the dress fall, she stepped out of it. Beneath, a pale pink basque, suspenders and stockings. A pair of small nipples with a ring piercing in each. She had clearly decided, briefs would not be required. Her greying pubic hair, trimmed into a heart shape. She bent to pick up her dress, flashing Dennis a jewelled butt plug. Gerald, undid the top couple of my buttons, pulling the dress over my head. He dropped it deliberately. I bent, showing Dennis a relatively large, black butt plug, beneath my thong. The tip of his cock was dripping. We helped each others husbands, out of their dinner suits. Gerald, as before, neatly folding his. Dennis, too intent on the situation left his in a pile.

As had been the case, so far, Antonia took the lead. She laid Dennis on the bed, his cock, leaking fluid onto his abdomen. She straddled him, bent and kissed him. Reaching down she guided him into her pussy. She began riding him hard. Her bum rippled as she hit his thighs, her breasts wobbling nicely. I reached across and massaged her tits. Her hand crept to her pussy and began rubbing. I pointed for Gerald to get on the bed and we mirrored their action. As I suspected, Dennis came first. Antonia, held her bum on his thighs and ground her clit, until she came. I'd had Gerald in my ass, he was now in my pussy and just as good. As suspected, he held out long enough, for me to have a couple of orgasms, before shooting his load.